Severus was alone in his bedroom, but not alone in his head. He couldn't sleep and was too wound up to even try. That's why he had finished his bottle of Glenlivet and his head swam with bad ideas. You're too pent up, Sev, it's about damn time you polish your wand since you're not willing to shag the Veela. He pushed the thought out as he lay in bed, feeling unseasonably hot in just his black satin boxers. He kicked the covers off and his eyes were wide open, his mind pouring over everything that had been going on to make a chaotic symphony in his head.