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A Matter of Craft (G; Severus, implied Severus/Hermione; 100 words): Potions masters do it with cauldrons.

Severus had got the metallic component, redolent of those keys upon which Hermione was wont to bang, immediately, but the scent of crisp paper had been more difficult to reproduce—until there it was, wafting towards his nose in tantalizing tendrils.

"At last!"

He needed only to add the scents of black ink and tea to his gift, and then it would be a perfect olfactory representation of Hermione's office. Since her first work had been published, Hermione loved the smell of a new-printed book above all things, Severus knew.

"And I mean to remind her of her achievement daily."


Aug. 16th, 2015 10:39 am (UTC)
Don't let him hear you say that. :P