Echoes of feet on stone floors, then a gentle knocking on a wooden door
"Kaida?"
"Professor Snape…please enter"
"I've brought the potion. I've added bog-gleaner milk. It should make the potion more palatable."
"Bog-gleaner milk? Professor, it was really unnecessary; an ingredient so rare as this…it would be a pity to waste it on my palate."
"Non-sense. Drink."
"Thank you"
I can smell the heavy metallic fragrance of the potion. The normally watery, brown-coloured potion has thickened-coagulated, into a rich black liquor. I drink in the pungent ebony elixir, deeply- practically drowning in its flavour. It's been so long since I've tasted blood. For years I've sustained myself on this potion-baring the taste of mud. But tonight the bog-gleaner's milk has brought me closer to the sensual taste of blood then I have been in decades. I drain the goblet of its contents and lick my lips, not wanting to waste a single drop-it will be another month before I feed again.
"I'll take the goblet, now that you are done with it…"
"Thank you, Prof…."
"Severus"
"Right, Severus. I appreciate the trouble you have gone to, to make my potion."
"No trouble at all. It was my pleasure."
There's always an awkward silence about now. Perhaps I should just smile. Hunh. Nothing. No wait; a flicker of a smile.
"I won't waste anymore of your time, Kaida. Good Night."
"Good Night, Severus."
Echoes of feet on stone floors, then the sound of a door being gingerly closed