“I know…”
“Hmpf! It’s a good thing your husband had enough sense to come and get me since you don’t have enough sense to come and see me yourself!”
Morgan bristled, “I would have been fine! It’s just a bit of bruising, nothing that wouldn’t have cleared up on its own!”
“You’re just lucky it wasn’t even worse! Now you just sit here and take it easy, I’ll come down to check on you again tomorrow. Once she was certain that the younger woman was settled on the couch with a book she swept out of the Snapes’ chambers, muttering to herself about children who lacked good common sense.
Morgan didn’t jump when the door to their chambers crashed open a short time later. She was learning not to do so as Severus often came back in a rage over one or another of his ‘dunderheaded, sorry excuse for a student’, as he called them. However, this time she could have justifiably jumped. His anger was directed towards her at the moment.
“You lied to me!”
Morgan quickly sat up, hissing in pain as she did so.
“A clumsy fall down the stairs indeed…”
“Severus, I’m fine, there’s no need to…”
“I am going to personally kill the Weasley twins! Or perhaps I’ll let Filch have his way with them. I would enjoy that,” his black eyes were smoldering with rage.
“Severus, they didn’t mean any har
m…” Morgan tried to plead with her husband, not sure how much good it would do. “And they could have killed you!”
“It was an innocent tripping charm.”
“On the stairs leading down to the dungeons, it was meant for either me or one of my Slytherins.”
Morgan fell silent. In truth she was a little bit touched by her husband’s anger. He was angry because she had been hurt. Perhaps he did have a heart after all.
“How did you explain your presence in the castle to that ungodly duo?”
Perhaps not… it seemed he was more concerned about keeping her a secret than anything else, “I told them I had stopped by to see Minerva and just wanted to take a quick look around as this is the only real home I’ve ever known.”
“And I take it they believed your emotional female sop.”
Morgan sprang to her feet, “I respected your wished and didn’t tell them that I was married to you, and I didn’t tell you that I was inadvertently on the receiving end of their prank because I knew you would overreact!”
“Sit down and lower your voice!”
The argument snowballed from there with much shouting and accusations being tossed about until Morgan realized that she could in no way match her husband’s talent for swearing and she stomped into their bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Snape poured himself a rather larger measure of brandy that usual and set to grading a stack of third year essays rather more harshly than usual.
Morgan, meanwhile, paced the confines of their bedroom in a rage, coming up with scathing remarks that she would love to hurl at her husband.
“It sounds to me as though you were both in the wrong dearie.”
Morgan turned on the mirror, “what would you know about it?!”
“I’ve known him for longer than you have child. I watched him grow up.”
“So… since you know him so well… is he going to apologize?”
“No. At least not openly.”
“And what does that mean?”
“He won’t say the words dearie, but he’ll try to show you in his own way.”
Morgan tried to read for awhile, but couldn’t concentrate. She ran a bath, but couldn’t relax. Finally, after throwing several things, which made her feel somewhat better, she wandered out into the living room.
Snape didn’t look up as she approached his desk.
I will be the bigger person, I can do this. She looked away from him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I got hurt,” she mumbled.
Snape didn’t respond, but his quill slowed in its trek across the page.
Morgan sighed and turned to go, but was stopped when Severus grabbed her by the wrist. He pulled her back towards him, and with a downward tug, which made her lose her balance, had her down on his lap.
Morgan tried to stand back up, but Severus wrapped his left arm around her waist and held her there, sitting on his knee, all while continuing to tear a Gryffindor essay to pieces.
“You are quite aggravating at times,” he finally said as he set his quill aside.
Morgan snorted, “and you’re about as pleasant to be around as Hagrid’s latest pet.”
Severus smirked and kissed his young wife roughly even as he stood up and drew her towards their bedroom.
Morgan suppressed a sigh, once or twice a week she laid stoically under her husband. She figured it was what ‘fulfilling one’s wifely duties’ meant. And it looked like she couldn’t escape this time.