Lenore continued to sing, watching Severus sleep. Only when she was sure that he slept did she stand, smoothing the blankets with hands that were slowly losing their solid touch.
"Ah, little rose."
She turned, smiling. "Professor Dumbledore. I was just looking in on him."
"Of course. How…"
She smiled. Curtsying, she said, "Goodnight, sir."
"Will he see you again?"
she faded from view, the sound of a bird's wings breaking the silence. Then, as the room became still once more, a whispered line of a lullaby came floating…
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting…
*****
Author's note:
I wrote Severus very sarcastic for a reason. He's not in a good mood, and he just seems the type to resort to sarcasm rather than with anger. Anger probably got him in trouble.
Sarcasm also hides the person behind the words.
Make of that what you will.
Lady Ravena