Re: Slytherin Table [open]
Though she had been staring Severus, per usual, Dumbledore's words hit Sappho like a ton of bricks. Not because she figured she'd get stuck writing to some foul Gryffindor, but because it would be the perfect cover. How many letters had she written Severus and never sent? At least twenty over the past four years. But she'd inevitably get cold feet whenever she finished one and would only hide it in her trunk. With a more reasonable expectation of privacy, she might actually work up the nerve to send one.
Sappho continued to ogle him. The way the enchanted ceiling made his hair shine was overwhelming. She wanted to bury her face in it and cry. Her eyes were welling up, as it was. She couldn't go on like this. It had to be done. That was all there was to it. She was going to write him! How could she pass up such a golden opportunity?
If only he'd stop looking over at that cow for a second and notice her.