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Severus waits and looks from his high window at the scene below, but in private his large dark eyes brim with tears of loneliness. It is so beautiful. If only he had someone to share it with. No one will ever understand him. But there is a part of him that knows they never will. They are unworthy of his fine emotions. In his mind's eye he is down in the garden with his own true love, petting the unicorn. "Oh may I help you to mount, my lady?" But it is all a dream. It will always be a dream - his own precious, secret dream. He puts on his dark clothes mourning the sorrow and pain that is his lot and descends to breakfast. The walls mock him, sparkling in their glints of joyful light.