Another thought. Another drabble. 100 words in which someone cares for the doomed spy.
Someone cares
„Wait, Severus!" Molly called out the moment he reached for the doorknob. He slowly turned around and looked at her questioningly.
„I know you never stay for dinner after a order meeting but…", she held something out to him, wrapped in a knotted tea towel.
„You still need to eat something. Don't argue, just take it."
Hesitantly he took the bundle. The warmth of the pot spread through his fingers. He did not say a word but when their eyes met, she saw a light of gratitude flicker in these dark orbs of his.
„Take care."
He nodded. "You too."