Re: Al, Severus?
Al climbed into the spare armchair like into a nest, as evidenced by a carefully made dent in the cushion. A second later his disembodied hand stripped the socks off his disembodied feet and tossed them toward the fireplace to dry. His disembodied head lifted as he reclined back against the headrest. "Ahh, thank you."
This was good. And warm. The fire burned merrily, with The Compendium rustling on the sofa and Severus right next to him.
Bliss!
Al's big toes continued to wiggle continuously at the fireplace's warmth.