A cottage somewhere, full of books and a hot kettle on a little stove. A cat. A garden. Severus would want a potion garden, and she would stubbornly plant tomatoes and basil instead. He would make some snide, disparaging comment about the worthlessness of potatoes even as he dutifully rid the garden of pests and gnomes, harvesting only the best produce for their meals together. They would drink tea together. They would read together. On rare occasions, they would laugh together. 