Severus was sitting in the sunroom, it was mid-January in Edinburgh so there was no sun to speak of, it was overcast and cold but there did not seem to be any rain on the radar. He adjusted a cushion behind his back and wished he could tuck his legs up under him and have a nice glass of wine while he read his book. Morgan had recently introduced him to the  Bronte sisters and he had found Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights matched his current mood perfectly.  