"Severus, my dear friend, you look positively depressed," Lucius crossed his legs in the armchair and leaned back, steepling his fingers together in front of his chest. "Whatever has come over you?"
Severus sighed, head turned, looking out the window at the rivulets of rain making their way down the glass. "It's Harry," he finally answered.
"Potter," Lucius nodded. "What's he done this time?"
Severus shook his head and looked back at Lucius. "Not just him. Both of us. We've ended it."
Lucius raised a brow.
"I'd had – he'd – we'd both had enough. I didn't have the energy for it anymore." Severus rubbed his hands up and down his face, trying to wipe away the weariness.
"Ah, well," Lucius stood. "In time, you'll forget about him. I'd be happy to help you recover."
Severus scowled, looking up at Lucius. "I'd prefer not to have to tread through the minefield of a 'blind date', if you don't mind."
Lucius chuckled. "Well, have it your way, my friend. But I do wish you the best in – mending. I could see – it was evident how deeply you cared for him."
"I wish I could just forget the entire affair," Severus closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the armchair. "If only there were a potion of sorts…"
Lucius didn't say anything, but twirled his cane in his hands, staring down at it contemplatively. "Not a potion," he began in a low voice, "But I do know of a certain place…"
"A place?" Severus opened one eye, intrigued. "What sort of place?"
"A place that can help you forget about Potter. Permanently." He let the offer hang in the air.
Severus opened the other eye and leaned forward slightly. "Permanently?"