His Clever Boy

Reaching the top of the hill, Tobias dropped his bag onto the ground and then carefully lowered his boy onto the twisting roots of the tree that watched over the town. Severus wasted no time unbuckling the straps of the bag and began to pull out books they had checked out from the library that morning.

“What d’you want to read first?” asked Tobias, pulling him onto his lap. “A novel or some poems?”

Severus curled his stiff, frost-red fingers around a heavy tome. “This one,” he murmured.