Re: Severus, Al
Snape wandered over from where he'd been talking with Professor Longbottom. He had a still-mostly-full glass of red wine in his hand and he cradled it idly in one hand as he nodded amiably at Al, giving him one of those barely-there smiles of his. "Good to see you're finally waking up at last."
Al had fallen asleep on the couch in the research complex' library, his head pillowed on the softly snoring Compendium. Snape had transfigured the couch into a bed and a cushion into a duvet, gently removed Al's glasses, and left them to it.
That morning, it had taken quite a bit of nudging to get Al awake. And apparently something about Snape's own copy of the Prophet simply wouldn't do, and Al had sent off a positive snowstorm of hastily written notes to his brother, before a second copy labelled with Al's name had been delivered.
Now though, he looked bright-eyed and happy, communing with his cuppa. Snape craned over and inhaled. "Not decaf," he observed, but the amusement in his gaze didn't lessen. "Good to see you enjoying it."