Musings of a quiet servant
Disclaimer: unfortunately I own neither Severus, nor anything else in the HP world.
Summery: rather self explanatory, future fic no couples. R&R
His cold presence was a strange comfort to me, familiar and predictable, I felt…safe near him. For ten years he has been my master my protector, I have served as scribe and sounding board to this quiet brooding man. Severus Snape, was a man that many feared though even more simply misunderstood, he wasn't a gentle man or even a happy man, but he was a gentleman when the need arose. He never raised a hand to me nor spoke harshly of my service, often he never spoke at all in my presence except to vent about the dunderheaded dolts he associated with each and every day.
Early mornings I would waken to brew a kettle of tea for him before he left each day, he couldn't function without it, during the day I would keep busy by tidying his quarters and replacing his spell books onto their proper shelves, I felt it a great honor that he would allow me to touch such important books, as even the house elves were forbidden to touch them. If the time was available I would make some of the simpler medicinal potions for Madame Pomfrey from the list in my master's workshop.
When my master arrives again to his quarters he would usually see the work I had done and nod face unreadable. I would offer him another cup of tea silently and listen to him mutter about the stupidity of those around him, if he was in such a mood, if not I contentedly waited in silence for anything he would need, usually he spent his evenings reading potions periodicals or grading student papers. I would brew another kettle of tea and refresh his cup whenever it ran dry, while accomplishing my other chores in silence.
When tiredness finally overcame my master's ability to focus on his work he would nod his goodnight to me and head to his bedchambers, I would naturally clean up after him and secure his quarters against intruders before heading to my own bed.
My life is simple and quiet I don't ask for much and I do not expect much in return, my master perhaps is not a kind man but he has never harmed me and never will harm me. I am safe here and wouldn't ask for another life. I am the quiet servant, the one who serves without delay or regret, my master is the one man I trust and so it shall always be.
TBC…
Author's note: The first of what I hope to be many parts, who is the quiet servant and how did they come into Severus Snape's service? All to be revealed as soon as I can write it, I hope you enjoyed it and what is to come. R&R if you would.
