Snape, Snape, Severus Snape

I fed my son this morning at 3:00 a.m. Afterwards, I slid back into my wonderfully soft, warm bed.

I closed my eyes and sighed, waiting for luxurious sleep to be restored.

I waited. And waited.

You want to know what came to me instead of sleep? What suddenly began playing in my head and wouldn't stop?

This.

Snape, Snape, Severus Snape
Dumbledore!
Snape, Snape, Severus Snape
Dumbledore!

Over and over and over in my head.

It's all Charming's fault. No more watching or singing bizarre YouTube videos before bedtime.