Title: Stress-free Time
Birthdays had always been a trial. He'd spend his entire day alternately dodging pranks and confectionary. If he complained, Albus would just twinkle and offer him a Cannery Cream.
This year, though, was different. He'd been given twenty-four hours of uninterrupted solitude. Guaranteed. The only cause for unease was a faint, but lingering itch and the knowledge that he had Neville Longbottom to thank for the peace. Not that he would. Though he had, for once, seriously considered actually awarding him points for allowing his potion to get out of hand and explode.
Pomfrey's medi-magic isolation room was bliss indeed.
What Snape never got for his birthday: Stress-free time away from those annoying students.
