Disclaimer:I don't own HP. There.
Author's Note: This is a drabble. It's meant to be 100 words.
He tapped the teapot with his wand, and it stopped whistling. It seemed to take an eternity to boil, now that the fire had reduced itself to embers. The Potions master poured the scalding water into his cup, watching the steam, and adding no sugar. Never adding sugar. He liked the bitterness that swept over his tongue, warming his insides.
Though the tea was stale, he drank it anyway. It was one of his only luxuries. One of the only things that he enjoyed…
As the last ember burned out, and darkness enveloped Spinner's End, Severus sipped his tea, alone.