Severus and you sat at Whomping Willows, his books scattered everywhere as he was engrossed into his book. You noticed The Marauders picking on some kids and wondered how they were so popular. He noticed your sudden quietness and looked up, and scoffed at the sight of them. Y/N:“How come we aren’t cool like they are?” he looked from them, to you. Slight affection in his eyes “I think your cool…” he said, taking in your beauty and anticipating a response