HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces noticed keenly that the air pressure around the people around him dropped.

What's going on here?

He turned his head in confusion, his gaze passing through Snape's empty eyes and falling on his thin white lips, and then his expression became serious.

Worrying that there were other people here, Asseth lowered his voice and asked, "Sev, what are you thinking about."

"I……"

Snape struggled to say something other than hurtful, but Eileen's voice lingered in his ears like a gangrene in his bones.

Boundless fear rolled over him, and he almost subconsciously wanted to fight back with sharp words.

In the flash of lightning, Asseth's eyes moved slightly, as if he understood something, and suddenly interrupted him, "Do you want to know what I was thinking just now?"

what?

Although Snape didn't react when Artes interrupted him, he still held on to Artes' sleeve like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

His nails pricked his palms through the fabric, and he reminded himself to shut up, don't speak, don't say anything.

The brain that used to be able to weigh the pros and cons calmly and rationally and make the right choice now has only one thought: Don't mess everything up.

Aces frowned and looked at his knuckles that were white from exerting too much force. He resisted the urge to hug the person into his arms and used skill to open the hands on his sleeves.

Immediately, he couldn't help but pull him up, looked up into Snape's empty eyes, and said word by word:

"I'm thinking that you are so happy this time, you must like it very much. Then next time we don't want them to follow you. We come to the Forbidden Forest or other places by ourselves. It's just the two of us. Whatever you want to do, I will accompany you."

The gentle voice soothes the inner uneasiness, and the warmth of the palm dispels the coldness of fear.

Eileen's voice full of pity and sighs finally stopped, leaving some room to breathe. Snape took two deep breaths quickly, lowered his eyes to hide his embarrassment, and gave a low "hmm".

It seemed that it was too perfunctory, so he tried to cover it up by adding, "I'm fine."

Asseth didn't think this was an okay tone, but he didn't dwell on the topic. Instead, he looked at the small fire not far away, and asked with a soothing tone in his voice: "It's too noisy here, let's go first go back?"

"……it is good."

Snape knew that if he stayed, he would be incompatible with the lively atmosphere, so he might as well leave first.

It's just...he hasn't figured out how to explain it yet.

Snape untied the top collar with some anxiety.

He once confessed some of his past to Athel, but those past contained many fragments that he didn't want to recall anymore.

What now? Do you want Ass to know?

With confused thoughts and entanglements, Snape left with Arthas in a complicated mood.

Some of the unicorns gathered in a circle noticed the two leaving and cast suspicious glances, but they were quickly attracted away by the fruits Susanna baked.

The five humans surrounded in the middle could not see the scene outside. Only Rowena, who was more sensitive to Aces' magic, noticed their departure.

Thinking that the two of them might need some space to get along, Rowena didn't say anything and watched Susanna attentively feeding the unicorn.

Arriving at the small fire, Snape was stunned. Small fire? Not going back?

Before he could ask, Asses pulled him to sit down where he was just now, and something was stuffed into his hand.

The bottle is long and slender, like wine.

"Would you like the wine from last time?" Asses held two hemispherical goblets in his hands and shook them with a smile.

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, "Drink."

Too lazy to sober up, Asseth poured nearly four-fifths of a glass of wine for the two of them in one go.

The rich and tangy wine was poured into the goblet along the mouth of the bottle, and the mellow aroma of the wine aroused a slight drunkenness before even drinking it.

Snape took a long drink without hesitation.

Because he drank too fast and didn't swallow in time enough, some wine spilled from the corners of his lips, dyeing his pale lips red, and dripped down his chin.

This extremely impactful scene fell into the eyes of Asseth. His hand holding the wine glass unconsciously exerted force, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

It's really... fatal.

He lowered his head covertly and took a sip of wine.

When it came to drinking, Snape really just drank. He drank a glass of wine without saying a word.

Artes had no choice but to stop Snape who was still trying to pour some more wine. "You can easily get drunk if you drink too fast."

Snape stared at Artes in silence.

After a while, Asses couldn't resist his gaze and poured him a second glass. At the same time, he drank faster, trying to finish the bottle of wine first.

It was his fault that he actually thought of using alcohol to relax the potions master's tense nerves for some unknown reason.

When Snape saw him speeding up, he also speeded up, and the glass of wine was gone in just a few sips.

Aces regretted that, but he had no intention of turning back when he opened his bow, so he could only continue to speed up and drink wine.

In this way, the two of them started drinking together for no apparent reason, drinking one glass after another.

After drinking, Asseth forgot about the idea of ​​restraint at the beginning, and opened the second bottle after finishing one bottle.

Within half an hour, there were three empty bottles lying at their feet, and the number continued to increase.

The alcohol gradually took effect, and the heat was overwhelming. Artes coughed twice and tugged on the collar of his shirt.

The breeze flowed in through his collar, blowing away the alcohol, and he finally remembered that he was drinking so hard to prevent Snape from drinking too much, not just for the sake of drinking.

So he stopped taking the drink.

The Potions Master, who was already a little drunk, saw his actions, grabbed his hand dissatisfied, and leaned over, threatening in a low and gentle tone: "Take it out, otherwise I don't mind doing it myself."

With that said, he reached out to grab Asseth's ring.

"Wait! Sif."

Aces was grabbed by one hand, unable to get up or dodge, so he could only draw back the hand with the ring.

"I'm not not letting you drink. It's just that you're still outside now. It's inconvenient if you drink too much. You can drink it when you get back to the cellar, okay?"

Snape selectively blocked out Arthur's words and reached for his hand regardless.

Aces was so frightened that he immediately put his hands away.

Because of the alcohol, Snape's movements were a bit wide, and he was not as cautious as usual. Almost his whole body was pressed against Asseth.

And there is a tendency to continue to get closer.

Feeling the rare hot body on his body, Asseth complained in his heart. He used to be easily irritable after drinking, but now he is still so close.

He smiled bitterly, but there was nothing he could do about Snape. He was worried that Snape would fall if he moved too much, so he twisted his wrist a few times, broke free of the restraints, and held Snape's waist with one hand.

"Then let's go back to the cellar now?"

Artes temporarily stopped Snape from trying to get wine from his alchemy ring and asked gently.