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Chapter 13
Ever since they went out for lunch. Severus couldn't get Rose out of his mind for weeks. He wanted nothing more than to spend every day with her. Whenever she visits him in his shop, He felt cared for by her. She asks him about his day, asked him if he needed help of some sorts. Snape gave her any type of work so that she could stay a little longer with him. He would glance away from the cauldron to look at her. In his eyes she was lovely to look at Her smile, her eyes, and The way she wore those dresses that just makes his blood boil. Merlin he has it bad, he wanted no more than to touch her again. To have her in his arms again.
Rose was now seeking out Snape's company whenever she's free, And every time, she always came back feeling like she was lighter than air, she'd feel her heart flutter. Her friends would point out that she was in a happier mood, it was true she felt happy and hopes that it will last as long as it can.
Months went by and it was December, one morning Rose woke up and saw another Owl, the same owl from the same person that gave her the sweet gifts. She almost forgot about him. She saw a small package with a letter attached to it. She read the elegant writing.
My Rose,
I couldn't take my eyes off of you, whenever I see you, you just take my breath away. You're beautiful, kind, an angel in my eyes. So I brought you a little gift, I'm hoping that it suits you.
'No name...just who are you?' Rose thought reading the letter, smiling softly. Whoever this person is, she finds it sweet that he sends her letters with a small gift but she wishes who he was. But she felt bad for the guy, if he ever reveals himself and expresses his feelings towards her, he'll be left broken hearted because someone already has her heart. Rose is still afraid of ever confessing her feelings towards the darkhaired wizard. Thinking that it might be better off just friends, she put the letter away and opened the box.
"Oh..." Rose said looking in the box.
This gift was another jewelry. Rose held it a silver rose bracelet. She remembered her friends saying if he kept sending jewelry then this admirer was serious about her. The bracelet looked too pretty, she hardly ever buy any jewelry the only ones that she ever own were the brooch and now this, she couldn't believe that he bought her this. She decided not to wear it at least for now, she placed the jewelry in her drawer. An idea popped in her head watching the owl that sent her gift taking a rest in her window nibbling on some bits of toast that Rose gave him.
Severus paced around his room, the letter in hand with a small box. He wasn't expecting Rose to write back much less give him a gift. He reread the letter.
To who it may concern,
I wanted to thank you for writing those letters with the gifts, it was thoughtful and very sweet of you. But I wasn't expecting any jewelry it caught me off by surprise. You've made me really happy, Since you were giving me so many gifts I thought that you might like one as well. I picked this one by my personal taste I don't know if you'll like it but please accept it as a token of thanks for all of you're sweet words and gifts.
Sincerely,
Rose White
He opened the small box and it was cologne, frankly he doesn't use it much but Rose picked it out for him...he corrected himself for this admirer. Severus tried to see the good in this situation, not wanting to give into his negative thoughts. She might have been caught off guard by the jewelry, but she did not return them with the owl. She kept that token of affection, right along with the others. And above all, she thanked him for that. She appreciated what he did for her.
He thought about Rose,Thinking if he should give her another gift, since Christmas is a few weeks away.
He had dinner and sat in his room trying to think of what to say in a letter to her. It should have been a simple invitation, he thought about asking her to spend Christmas with him. He remembered what Rose had told her in the earlier week that she'd probably be spending her holidays alone. He had his quill and parchment in hand but for some reason, he had writers block. He poured himself some firewhisky and started the letter several times, trying to find the right words to say to her. Each time he crumbled up the parchment in frustration and threw it on the fire. He got up and poured himself another cup.
Then he went back to his writing table and write his invitation.
Dear Rose,
I have an idea if you don't have any plans during the holidays, we could spend it together. Just dinner and go to the Christmas party that an acquaintance invited me.
Severus
He wondered if she'll say yes to his invitation, he drank the rest of his whisky starting to feel its affects. He sat back down at his writing desk and thought for a moment. Then he wrote the letter that he always writes when he's a bit drunk.
Rose,
I can't hold back my feelings towards you, I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since I've met you I just thought we would have a casual friendship but over time these feelings changed. Getting to know you, your thoughts, your personality. I just wanted to say that...I'm in love with you...
Severus
After he finished writing he just placed the parchment in the letter and in one of the drawers with other letters addressed to her, most nights when he's like this, he just writes out his feelings but doesn't send them afraid of what her reaction would be. After all in his eyes Rose is an innocent yet fragile young woman, how could someone like her would ever fancy a man like him, he's probably too tainted and hopeless to have a deeper relationship with her.
Severus awoke the next morning in a fog with a terrible hangover, everytime he writes her about his feelings he tends to drink. He'll refrain from drinking for a while. He took a very hot shower to wake up, then dressed. Before having his breakfast, he grabbed the invitation to Rose off his desk and decided to send it to her right after breakfast.
Once he send it, he spent much of the afternoon reading. That same afternoon. He saw the owl.
Dear, Severus
I would love to spend the holidays with you, what time will the party start? Is it formal? Write me the details in the next letter. I'm looking forward to it.
Sincerely,
Rose White
He felt his heart flutter in his chest, she accepted his invitation. Severus would be taking quite a bit of interest in his appearance for the party. After all, he would be dressing for her.
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