wellpresseddaisy | (no subject)

Why is my favorite genre of fic “Much to his consternation, people want to wrap Severus up in blankets and spoil him”?

Hubert Prewett, Sr., having seen him for 5 minutes is poking me that he’d very much like to get to know the sarky arsehole better.

Lucius and Narcissa keep being solicitous and worried. “Oh yes, he’s a bit delicate. His lungs you know. Grew up in one of those wretched industrial cities with bad air and the most atrocious smog.” (Lucius will explain to anyone who stands still for 30 seconds). Narcissa frets about warm enough underclothes and drafts.

Minerva wants him to have a nap and a nice cup of tea.

His 1983 7th year students are conspiring and a few of them are knitting or crocheting blankets as fast as they can work around NEWT prep.

And Albus worries about cold and damp feet. Can be injurious, you know, cold feet. Lead to all sorts of colds. Pneumonia, even.

Pomfrey keeps trying to offer him some strengthening broth.

Honestly, he’s about to leave the castle altogether if one more person offers him a warm anything.