A forgotten sweater.
A touch that lingers.
And a letter that was never meant to be read.

When Sev returns Liv's sweater, what should have been a brief visit turns into something far more dangerous: kindness.

A simple gesture becomes unexpectedly difficult to forget, especially for a man who has spent most of his life without it.

Meanwhile, an invitation for Sunday pancakes leaves him more distracted than he would care to admit.

But when a chance discovery reveals a secret Liv never intended him to see, he is forced to confront a possibility he cannot bear to consider.

Some misunderstandings hurt more than the truth.

What was supposed to be a simple Saturday morning task is interrupted by an urgent meeting called by The Headmaster.

But before Sev can leave, Liv arrives at his quarters… unaware that their plans were cancelled.

A few difficult buttons.
A hand that lingers too long.
And a touch that suddenly feels impossible to ignore.

Later, during the meeting, he attempts to regain control.
Maintain distance.
Reassert formality.

Unfortunately, his mind appears to have other plans.

A walk across the grounds leads to an unexpected conversation.
A moment of ease… perhaps more than intended.

He speaks and opens up in a way that surprises even himself.

Then, she slips.
Instinct moves faster than thought.
A hand at her waist that feels more than it should.

The Professor does not dwell on such things.
He certainly does not feel them.

But... something lingers.

A quiet moment between classes.
Two students pass by, their voices light, unguarded.
They speak of her.
Kind. Attentive. Different.

The Professor listens…and decides, quite rationally, that he has no reason to care.

The library, however, offers a certain necessity.

A book.
Nothing more.

What begins as a perfectly reasonable visit quickly proves otherwise. Focus slips. Pages turn unread. And attention drifts… where it should not.

In the Great Hall, voices travel easily… even when they are meant to be quiet.

Opinions about the "dark dungeon bat" are nothing new. 
Cold. Unpleasant. Unapproachable.

It’s what everyone seems to agree on.

But Liv isn’t so sure.

After hearing what others have to say, she is faced with a choice: step back… or step closer.

A simple task. 
A short tour of the castle.
Nothing more.

At least… that was the intention. As Sev shows Miss Liv Frostmark the halls of Hogwarts, something shifts.
Conversation comes easier than it should.
Silences… less uncomfortable than they ought to be.

She speaks of instinct.
Of trust.
Of following something you cannot explain.

And for a moment… he listens.
Perhaps more than he should.