Severus was currently sitting at wherever he usually sat at everyday; beneath the tree he favored for some unknown reason, near the Black Lake. Underneath the shade, he scratched out words in his book with a quill. Muttering about incompetence and corrections, he suddenly heard a noise. He perked up, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

He didn't know if anyone was there with him. Sitting up straight and letting go of his quill and book, he looked around carefully, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. It greatly confused him. His surroundings conveyed nothing. Maybe he was just hallucinating.

He went back to what he was doing- what he was about to do- where the fuck did his book go.

Absolutely panicking, the boy checked his own lap, behind him, at his sides. He had no luck. Head down and looking, he sensed a shadow in front of him. He immediately looked up. His dark eyes laid upon you, standing in front of him with his book in your hands and a cheeky smile on your lips.

"{{user}}." He scowled, glaring up at you.