Twenty-one year old Corvus Corax relieved Aconite of her bundle. After a quick perusal of the tabloid, he set the morning edition of "The Daily Prophet" beside a plate of warm orange poppy seed scones and a teapot filled with strong black tea. He could hear his lover�s footsteps on the stairs and knew Severus would soon arrive for breakfast.
The green-eyed wizard smiled as he read the headline flashing across the front section of the Newspaper � "Illusive Savior Spotted at Diagon Alley Joke Shoppe".
Severus leaned in for a morning kiss and unconsciously straightened the collar of his lover�s aquamarine Massotherapy/Healer robes. Although they occasionally still collaborated with research, the Potions apprenticeship had fallen by the wayside the year before. Intuitive brewer notwithstanding, Corvus realized he lacked the passion required to become a premier Potion Master. And Severus agreed � the Healer�s strength truly lay with Madam Jones and the St. Mungo�s Curse Damage Wards.
"Anything of interest in the morning "Prophet", Love?"
"No Sev," Corvus replied. "Nothing newsworthy at all."
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