"Professor?"
It was noon on November 2nd, a Friday. Severus Snape had just finished the two hour torture session that was his first-year Slytherin-Gryffindor double potions class. The very last thing he wanted to be doing at the moment was deal with a dunderheaded question that even a toddler should know the answer to. He turned to sneer at the student that dared delay his lunch. It was Potter. The boy stared up at him with wide green eyes.
"What is it?" Snape snapped.
"I just wanted to say, I'm sorry for your loss."
The teacher's eyes narrowed.
"It's just- It's the candle." Potter pointed tentatively at the new addition to Snape's desk. A single lit candle sat in a wreath of Asphodels. "My family's not very religious, but I know about All Soul's Day. My Aunt lights a candle every year. So, whoever it was, I'm sorry."
The boy fled before Snape could make any kind of response.