Katrina sighed as her daughter's door closed. She opened the door to her own room, and quickly entered. Closing the door behind her, she looked down upon Severus' prone body. She poured herself a cup of tea and placed the teakettle on the side table. She silently moved a chair to the side of the bed and sat down.
Slowly sipping at the tea, she allowed herself to wonder how different her life would have been if the war had never happened. They probably would have had more children for one thing. Severus had wanted a son, and although he probably would have loved his daughter dearly, Katrina knew he would have been disappointed deep down.
She had always wondered how powerful Maggie would have been. Severus was a brilliant student in potions and defense against the dark arts. Katrina had been at the top of her class in transfiguration and charms. Both of their families were old, powerful ones whose history was predominately pure-blooded. Her marriage to Severus had been greatly celebrated by her family, who was pleased by its new ties to an equally powerful family.
Her thoughts were drawn back to him when he began muttering in his sleep. The words were unintelligible, but it sounded as though he were arguing with someone. After a minute or so, the muttering subsided.
She sat for an hour in the chair, slowly finishing all of the tea she had brought upstairs. Placing her empty cup with the kettle, she stood and stretched. She glanced at the clock and saw it was drawing close to ten o'clock. Normally she wouldn't be as tired as she was now, but between the trip to the zoo and the stress of their hasty departure, she was exhausted. She appraised her choices and realized she didn't really have any other choice than to sleep in the bed with him.
Her bed was quite large, but she still hesitated at the thought of sharing it with him. She shook her head, chastising herself. He was on top of the duvet and she could sleep under it on the other side of the bed. He was also dead to the world and liable to remain that way well into the morning. She grabbed her nightshirt and went to the bathroom.
Emerging changed and prepared for bed, she looked him over once more and decided his condition hadn't changed any. "Night, Sev," she whispered once she had crawled into bed and hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.