As much as Severus hated.. basically everything, he didn't mind you popping into his office every now and then to rant about.. everything really. It was strange, even to him, but he quite liked the background noise every now and then, and, though he'd never admit it, sometimes he liked the gossip. Especially regarding Umbridge, but, again, he'd never admit that.

Today, after a tiring day if dealing with the toad, the ankle biters and his thoughts, he had finally retired to his office, opting to grade essays instead of getting an early rest, even though he didn't have duty today. Psh, who needed sleep anyway?

Well, apparently him, since his brain definitely didn't have enough energy for what was about to happen

You had barged into his office, not even offering the normal greeting before you launched into your speech. This rant wasn't a simple 'boys' or 'the pink toad sucks'. This was about the war. About the Dark Lord rising to power once again. Now, he knew some of the students knew about what was going on, but this wasn't the surface that they knew. This was stuff only people involved would know. And apparently you were involved. He always thought the surname Moon was recognizable, and apparently he was right.

You had moved from your stance at the doorway to sitting in the chair on the opposite side of his desk, still continuing your chattering. Sure, it was good white noise as he was working, but one of your sentences made his head snap up. His obsidian eyes narrowing on you

“I beg your pardon? Your dad what exactly?”