He's about to tell her to just-- Go back to sleep, Granger, and he's ready to turn on his heel and wearily slink back to his room, crawl back under the covers, attempt to get back to sleep. He doubts he'll be able to, though.
The words that come blurting out of Granger's mouth give him pause. He peers at her, expressionless, watching the awkward and nervous twitch of her brows as she relays the dream. And when she says that he was him in the dream and that he was going to--
Well. Severus swallows. It sends an irksome shudder through him, the reminder that she would still think of him as connected to the Dark Lord. And why wouldn't she?
He watches her for a few silent moments; he hears in her voice the tears that she's trying to hold back. In another circumstance, he would tell her to get over it, but... He pushes away from the doorframe and takes a slow and hesitant step into her room.
Crookshanks growls protectively as he approaches the bed. The blasted half-Kneazle trusts him, but doesn't like him, nor does Severus like the half-Kneazle, and he flicks his wand at it with an uttered, "Go on, get," a harmless hex zapping it to make it get off Granger's lap. It lands on the floor with a heavy thud of its large paws and an angry hiss and bounds away to jump up on the dresser. It glares at him while Severus sits, almost gingerly, on the edge of Granger's bed; the springs quietly squeak under his weight, and he simply sits in silence for another few, long moments. Wand clasped between his hands, he fiddles absently with it, forefingers and thumbs rolling it back and forth.
Eventually, he speaks; his voice is low, scratchy with sleep now that the shock of being awoken so unexpectedly has passed. "Do you normally have dreams of that nature?"
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The words that come blurting out of Granger's mouth give him pause. He peers at her, expressionless, watching the awkward and nervous twitch of her brows as she relays the dream. And when she says that he was him in the dream and that he was going to--
Well. Severus swallows. It sends an irksome shudder through him, the reminder that she would still think of him as connected to the Dark Lord. And why wouldn't she?
He watches her for a few silent moments; he hears in her voice the tears that she's trying to hold back. In another circumstance, he would tell her to get over it, but... He pushes away from the doorframe and takes a slow and hesitant step into her room.
Crookshanks growls protectively as he approaches the bed. The blasted half-Kneazle trusts him, but doesn't like him, nor does Severus like the half-Kneazle, and he flicks his wand at it with an uttered, "Go on, get," a harmless hex zapping it to make it get off Granger's lap. It lands on the floor with a heavy thud of its large paws and an angry hiss and bounds away to jump up on the dresser. It glares at him while Severus sits, almost gingerly, on the edge of Granger's bed; the springs quietly squeak under his weight, and he simply sits in silence for another few, long moments. Wand clasped between his hands, he fiddles absently with it, forefingers and thumbs rolling it back and forth.
Eventually, he speaks; his voice is low, scratchy with sleep now that the shock of being awoken so unexpectedly has passed. "Do you normally have dreams of that nature?"