((This painfully short chapter was penned by Lindsay.))
Severus started toward the coffeepot, but his hand froze halfway to the handle.
...Strange dreams...
Scowling, he turned his back on the magical machine and stalked off to his armchair and his book, abstaining from the coffee with the occasional grudging glare in the direction of the coffeepot.
In little over an hour, the irritation was just too much to bear, and he took himself to bed, grumbling about caffeine addiction...
Sometime later, after the moon had set, a low, playful voice spoke from the Master's bedchamber.
"Well don't beg for it... I'll give you the bloody bottle!"
A gasp issued from the darkened doorway, followed by loud swearing and an angry growl. "Damn it, get out of my head!"