Фродо мне как-то жаловался, что самое ужасное при простуде - это когда не чувствуешь вкуса еды. Вот поглощаешь свои любимые яства, а всё на вкус как картон.
Вот у меня сейчас то же самое, но только не с едой, а со всем остальным - фиками, книгами, музыкой и, временами, даже людьми. Проблема не в них, проблема в моём восприятии - ощущается сейчас всё одинаково картонно.

Вот и вчера читала неплохой фик, а понравилась оттуда только одна сцена. Как мне кажется, это квинтэссенция "классического" снарри:

читать дальше"Potter woke up in a panic. Severus could tell because he was sitting in the chair next to the bed, watching Potter sleep, and because the Fidelius informed him that Potter was in some sort of trouble. The boy thrashed in the bed and sat up with a soft cry, looking about the room wildly before seeing Severus. He stopped panicking.

"What are you doing?"

Severus had no idea. He stared at the outline of Potter's body and didn't say anything. Potter tried again. "What time is it?"

"Just gone five."

"At night?"

"No."

"Why'd you let me sleep so long?"

"It's not as if you've anything else to do, Potter."

Potter considered that and shrugged. "When are you leaving for class?"

"I'm not."

"Why not? What day is it? What happened to classes?"

"I canceled them."

"For me?"

Severus opened his mouth to say no. "Yes."

"You're very drunk, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Come to bed?"

"I'd rather not."

"If you're going to be creepy and watch me sleep, at least touch me while you're doing it. I sleep better with you."

"I don't care."

Potter paused, apparently to change tactics. "I thought you said you didn't get drunk."

"I'm an inveterate liar, Mr. Potter. I should think even you would have figured that out by now."

"I don't know what 'inveterate' means."

"Color me shocked."

"You could tell me instead of making fun of me, and I'll know next time."

"Habitual. Firmly established."

"See? That wasn't so bad. And I did know that, thanks, and I don't care. Please come to bed."

Severus stood. "You're speaking nonsense."

"Like you're in any condition to know." He stood up on shaky legs in the middle of the bed and started trying to fix the sheets. Severus rolled his eyes and reached for his wand, righting them quickly. Potter sat back down.

"Do not think that the imbibing of alcohol divests me of enough of my faculties to render me less lucid than you, Potter." He began unbuttoning his robes.

"God, who talks like that? Just get in bed."

"I talk like that." Severus stepped out of his robes and over to the side of the bed. "And don't give me orders."

"Sorry, sir," Potter said, clearly unrepentant.

Severus sneered, all too aware Potter couldn't see him, and slid under the sheets. Potter waited a few seconds for Severus to get settled, and then sprawled presumptuously over his chest. Severus, his defenses battered by alcohol, and utterly exhausted by assorted Potter-induced traumas, fell into a deep sleep".