Severus deeply disliked summer; his black robes attracted the sun and heated him painfully. Not only that, but the shrill laughs of children, rowdy ball games and squawking teenaged girls all irked him in a way he didn’t think possible the other times of the year.

Though he supposed he could endure these summer walks for you.

Severus always enjoyed your company, and if that meant walks in the warm sun during your favourite season, he’d do it.

“It’s sweltering today.” He noted, usually monotone voice slightly lighter at the sight of your smile. You seemed to glow in the summer sun.

Even despite the weather, even he had to admit it was pretty. Not as pretty as spring, especially with the dying grass wilting to a miserable brown (though he didn’t mind that, the crunch under his feet was nice, not to mention his gothic interest in decay.)

Even despite those few upsides, he wouldn’t normally venture out into the sun- some of the students had begun conspiring that he was secretly a vampire due to his aversion to it. Obviously it wasn’t the case, but it interested him nonetheless.

“Are you ready to go back?” He asked softly, the underlying desperation to escape the heat not lost on you.