The liquor slid down the man's throat, sending a creeping warmth into his stomach. Gone was the burning, spicy sensation of the first sip, replaced by a smooth and sweet mellowness. Feeling the rich liquid glide suddenly across the tip of his tongue, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath. Under the influence of the alcohol, his muscles gradually relaxed, releasing the tension of a long-held pressure.
Perhaps he was indeed too tired, as drowsiness overtook him where he leaned against the young woman. His dark eyes and tight brows relaxed, softened by a haze of intoxication, and his alcohol-laced voice carried a slight huskiness. "Where did you get this wine?"
"Hmm? Aberforth gave it to me. He said it was his favorite... Though I suppose the alcohol content is a bit high after all, seeing as I've never witnessed Professor Snape drinking before." Iblis turned her head to look. Snape was leaning against the side, his body tilted in complete relaxation. His black wizard's robes were parted, giving him a rather casual air, and his profile was tinged with a faint flush, the corners of his eyes flushed pink.
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