Disclaimer: The Potterverse and its characters are intellectual property of J.K. Rowling. I'm just borrowing them for a short while and promise to give them back unharmed.

My deepest thanks to Moira of the Mountain and to Kelly Chambliss for betaing my bizarre germanisms.

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prompt 30: peppermint

Togetherness

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Slowly, Minerva ambled in Severus's wake, enjoying the fine day in his company, now that his mood was much improved. How typical of him, though, to be so stubborn.

„Minerva, look! There it is, the Welsh calamint."

Squatting beside him, she listened as yet another plant was explained to her. She didn't care that much about botany, to be honest. But there was sheer joy in listening to him talk about something he loved, extolling characteristics and magical properties.

Even better was seeing Severus so relaxed and happy, oblivious to his surroundings, so different from the self he usually showed.

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