darkart: ( commission, dnt ) (what i think of you)
sᴇᴠᴇʀᴜs. ([personal profile] darkart) wrote 2014-06-21 09:23 am (UTC)

Wh

at


is happening.

Suddenly Darcy is attached to his front. Severus freezes, arms raised - away from her, as if he's in danger of being sniped by some kind of anti-nerd-contact SWAT team hiding on a mountain ridge a hundred yards away and this is some kind of bizarroworld sting.

"It's fine," he says stiffly, and forces himself to lower one hand to her shoulder, which he pats it awkwardly.

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