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The Pie on the Windowsill
She turned out the dough on a floured surface and began to knead, her bright apron smudged with flour. The sweet scent of the warm pies resting on the windowsill permeated the cheery room.
A noise at the door betrayed Severus, who stood with a book in one hand and carefully blank face.
Elaine greeted him with a smile and the tension in his shoulders eased. "Pie? I'll just pop the kettle on."
"I brought you some new tea." He placed a bright red tin on the counter like a supplicatory offering.
When she squeezed his hand, he blushed slightly.
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