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The Girl at the Table
Elaine met Severus's gaze shyly, a blush darkening her cheeks. Dim memories of the early morning crowded in as she served him bacon and eggs: his nightmare, the screaming, him wiping her tears, and tucking her in. It had been real, had it not? She was sure the gentle kiss to her forehead had been a dream.
He had just put a forkful to his lips when he stopped and turned a critical eye on her.
She froze.
"Today is your day off, is it not?"
She fumbled with the coffee pot. "Yes."
"Drink your coffee and get your coat."
Blush, #77