Challenge: Beedle the Bard
Word Count: 100
Severus hummed along to the first fugue from Atalanta Fugiens - goodness, it was catchy! - as he cleaned the room in preparation for hosting Remus for the weekend. He could have asked the elves to do so, of course, but there was something so intimate about preparing for his lover that he did not feel comfortable leaving the work to those twittering fools.
It also helped the backache he'd had since Paris, proving once again that exercise was the best remedy.
He had almost finished dusting when he noticed the slim, elderly volume shoved in amongst the alchemical tomes.