escape yourself and gravity

*G* And for finding the typo, a drabble just for you:


“Oof!” Thud—thud—thud—thud.

Severus glared down at the books that had rained down after his collision with a very scruffy werewolf.

“Watch where you’re going, you oaf!” he snapped, then considered kicking one of Lupin’s books just for spite.

But how could one kick Dorothy Sayers? Or Patrick O’Brien? Or…Frog and Toad?

Severus scowled. Childhood memories were all very well, but this was a vendetta. An adult vendetta.

“Possession? So you managed at least one respectable Wizarding book among the other tripe.”

Lupin leered at him. Leered! “Oh, no, Severus, this is a Romance.”

A very adult vendetta.