AN: Sebastien is Severus and Harold is Harry.
Prompt: Liberty
Settling In
Sebastien heard the door open and felt the corner of his mouth lift. Most would not call it a smile, but Harold knew what it was. To him, that was all that mattered.
He let his eyes roam over his partner in the pretence of checking out the level of muck that covered him, but in actuality Sebastien was checking out how well the trousers clung to Harold's legs and how his shoulders fit in the jacket that was stretched across them.
"Ward, go around the back and use the mudroom."
Green eyes smiled at him knowingly as Harold obeyed.
(o.o)
Sebastien' mind wandered while he waited for Carl Fuller to decide on which potion he wanted.
He had made more money in England for his potions, but here he had more liberty. He could mix magical and nonmagical brews on a shelf and no one cared.
That freedom also extended to his relationship with Harold. People in England knew that they were not related, nor was he a foster parent, or even a mentor. Their being together had been frowned on the short while they were a couple there.
The Colonies had granted them the ability to be together freely.
(O.O)
He and Harold had promoted the idea that they were committed bachelors. They were free to live together, to do whatever they wanted. As long as their relationship was behind closed doors, the townsfolk were willing to turn a blind eye. Sebastien' potions were too good for them to jeopardize their supply.
Sebastien finished Fuller's transaction. Watching his other customers, he tried not to think about Harold washing the worst of the mud off in the back room. He wasn't entirely successful, which made him heartily glad that his coat was long enough to hide the evidence of his thoughts.
