A/N: I wrote this in the middle of the night because I kept thinking of Ms_Figg (Ruth) who some of you may know and love as an author. She passed away recently and I've been having a hard time with it, which is where this came from. I hope you all enjoy.
"Severus."
Severus Snape looked up from the book he was reading to watch his wife enter their living room, holding a letter.
"What is it?"
"Oh, I've gotten some sad news. You remember that fanfiction author, Ruth, who'd pop by every now and again?"
Severus grumbled something under his breath that probably wasn't pleasant.
"Well, it seems she's passed away." Hermione looked at her husband, lip trembling and eyes sad.
"I wish they all would! Then, we'd be left in peace." He snarled turning back to his book.
A moment of silence followed this declaration followed by a loud thump.
"What in the bloody hell was that for?" Severus growled at Hermione, rubbing the spot on his head where she'd hit him with a book.
"Severus Snape that was a terrible thing to say! We've been on some amazing journeys together and owe Ruth very much for them." When it looked like Severus was about to protest she continued, "Besides, think of all the kinky sex we've had thanks to her."
Severus's mouth popped shut with an audible click and his eyes glittered. "I do believe you're correct wife. As usual. Maybe we should do something for the old biddy as thanks for all her…creativeness."
Hermione glared at him a moment longer before tossing her head and walking towards the door, "I've taken care of it. Come on."
He quickly placed a marker in his book and followed his wife out of their Hogwarts quarters and through the school. She led him out the front doors and across the grounds.
Once she passed Hagrid's hut Hermione slowed and then stopped in front of a headstone marker. Severus could feel his wife's powerful charms and protections and was sure he could see it only because she allowed him too.
Drawing close he saw the stone read:
"In Loving Memory of
Ruth "Figgy" Sadler
Who gave so much of herself
And inspired so many others
We will never forget you"
Severus leaned down to hold Hermione, who'd knelt down in the grass and had started to cry. After she seemed to calm down he took out his wand and conjured up a bouquet of roses to lay on front of the stone.
"Oh, Severus you hate roses."
He shrugged, helping her to her feet, "Yes, well. She would like them I'm sure."
Sketching a quick bow to the headstone, Severus Snape led Hermione Granger-Snape back into the castle, feeling a small pang in his chest that he wouldn't admit too.
They would miss that meddling woman very much, he was sure.
End