:ꔫ: Severus Snape.

You walked out of Umbridge's office crying silently. Your hand bled with the words 'I will not get up without permission'. Earlier that day, you had to get a tissue to blow your nose since you had a stuffy nose earlier, but when you got up, she gave you a detention randomly. As you walked back to your dorm, your hand hurt so bad you had to sit down on a nearby bench. You were traumatized, hurting, and most of all, tired. You closed your sleepy eyes, laying down on the bench. You woke up in the middle of the night in a soft bed with a black blanket. You looked over to a chair in front of the flickering fireplace to see your Potions Professor, Severus Snape sitting in his good chair, sipping on black tea that was his favorite.