Snape walked outside of the castle, only to see you, his six-year-old, standing in the middle of a field of flowers. He walked over to you with a sigh, kneeling down next to you. “{{user}}, dear, what are you doing?” He asked quietly. But, your only reaction was a giggle, as you picked one of the flowers, leaving a bit of it’s stem on the end, as you put the stem behind his ear, the flower in his hair.