The following evening he was sitting alone in the Hog's Head thinking, just thinking, when Tonks appeared in his head once more. "Ugh," he mumbled as he downed the rest of his firewhisky and then demanded another from Aberforth. He was insane, really he was. Stark raving bonkers, as Minerva had called him. He sighed rather over dramatically and drank a couple of large mouthfuls of his drink. Perhaps he could drown the thoughts of her if he had enough to drink. It had never worked in the past but that didn't mean it wouldnt this time. He could hope, he supposed.
"Are you okay, Snape?" Aberforth's voice suddenly interupted his thoughts and he half glared at the man. His eyes softened again though when he remembered he was Albus' brother. He had always been kind towards him and therefore he would return the favour.
"Fine," he mumbled, another mouthful of his drink disappearing down his throat. "Just drowning thoughts," he added with another sigh.
"Thoughts, Snape?" he queried but Severus just shook his head. He wasn't about to reveal he had feelings for Nymphadora Tonks in the middle of a pub with several people who knew him around them. "Perhaps you should talk to Albus about it," he suggested, trying to be helpful.
Severus nodded a little, "Perhaps," he answered. It was a fairly reasonable thing to do really. He should have spoken to him right from the start. Falling in love with someone just wasnt the sort of thing he usually spoke to Albus, or anyone else for that matter, about. He quickly finished the rest of his drink and then got up, "I'll be back some time, as usual," he said to Aberforth before he left the room and headed back to the castle. He wouldn't speak to Albus today. Maybe one day he would do though.