-Reader, Christmas, Fluff
Signed, your Secret Admirer
You tear your eyes from the love letter some soul had slipped into your bag sometime today. You’d been eyeing it with disdain. Honestly, who wrote love letters anymore? Though you had to admit the penmanship was fairly splendid. Still it did nothing for you. You hadn’t time for silly love letters. You already had your sights set elsewhere. You move said eyes over to peer at the gentleman who’d so rudely made your heart endure things you’d never felt before.
"I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."
“I would greatly appreciate if you would stop talking.”
"But Sev! Look at him sitting there all handsome and intelligent, reading a book! Ugh, and he knows it too!"
"If you're so obsessed with the Gryffindor idiot perhaps it’d best to approach him and quickly let him turn you down."
You turn your gaze to Severu