Not for the first time since coming into Cutler Beckett’s employ did Severus find himself genuinely wishing he’d made the correct mistakes in brewing the damnable man’s tonic. Since this debacle with Jones however, that desire was growing into an ever present awareness – and perhaps that was why Mercer had started lurking in his workspace, watching his every move in a way that hardly endeared their mutual employer in the slightest.Â
Waving a hand, Severus indicated where the bottle was set in the standing cabinet, and lowered his head as though he had no intention of interacting – focusing instead on the fish he was dissecting for it’s liver, among other valuable pieces. If his cuts were a little sharper than usual, surely there was no fault to be found. Everyone had been on edge since the heart of Davy Jones had come aboard the Endeavour, after all.Â
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