Gong Saiyi buried his face in the Pensieve. Though no one had ever tried it, the substance inside the Pensieve was most likely undrinkable, even if it was not the green liquid from that cave basin.
Pomona instinctively took a step away from Severus.
She had been having fun talking just now, but now she was beginning to regret it.
Once, she had said that the two of them being together was strange, and it had made him furious. This time, she had said it right in front of him. Who knew how angry he was?
"If anything happens to me," Severus said, "I hope you'll find a way to bring me back. If you don't think this Frenchman is reliable, you can go find Bill."
"Don't say that." She cut him off irritably. "I know I definitely can't stop you, but at least don't talk to me as if you're giving your last words."
"You just said you didn't want to become a widow." He would not let go of her words.
"I didn't think it through, all right?" she said angrily. "We're definitely not as skilled at Senet as they are. Our only reliance is luck, so don't say anything so unlucky."
She began rummaging through her pockets, then handed him a piece of chocolate.
"For you."
Severus did not take it.
"Instead of having time to despair, you might as well eat something delicious. Food makes people happy," Pomona added.
He stared at the chocolate for a while before taking it, but he did not eat it right away, as if considering what to say.
"What do you want to say?" Pomona asked as she chewed her chocolate.
"The Louvre Museum prohibits visitors from bringing food inside," Severus said.
Pomona stopped chewing.
"That's what you wanted to