Detention Part2
Severus looked at the clock above the door. A quarter before eight. Potter had to be there any moment. He had prepared a nice little task for him, writing Parent notes. This was a nerve-wrecking task, because every letter ad to have the exact same content, except for whom it was addressed to. Usually, Students didn't last half an Hour before they gotten the same name twice and had to start a letter all over again. And of course it had to be written neatly, so whenever Snape thought something was not written enough he told the pupil to write it again. He usually only did this, after the pupil had finished a letter.
A knock on the door zapped him from his thoughts. "Come in." he said. Potter followed the order. Snape showed him the desk and gave him his task. Funny, he didn't have the feeling that Potter was worried about this, more like he was... excited. Maybe he had a date this evening? All the more Reason to keep him here for a long time. Whatever it was it would wait. For skipping so dilettante you really had to be punished.
Before Potter he cast one last glance at me. Those eyes. Oh Lily, why did he have to inherit those? Oh no, not yet. He did not have time for such foolish thoughts. He found it lucky Potter didn't know the first thing about legilimentic, or else, the Picture of him, Snape as an old grumpy bat would really crumble. The thought made him smile. A strange feeling, for he hadn't smiled in a very long time.
When he looked up, he saw that Potter was staring at him.
"What are you doing? Am I a letter? Go and start writing, boy, lest you want to spend the night here!"
Oh! My! God!
Harry's Heart was still racing when he turned back to the desk. Did he see that right, just now? Snape, that grumpy old Bat, had smiled ? And in his presence too. When he was back he would mark this day red in his calendar. Hearty red...
But first he had to do this daunting task. He sighed. It might not seem very creative but it was certainly effective. McGonnagal had him do this once, it really was gruesome. He soon lost count of how many letters he had written. And Snape didn't say a word, in fact he seemed to be Pretty lost in thought. If only that Clock would stop ticking so noisily... he hadn't slept much in the last few nights, and the Reason for that sat right behind him. And when he finally slept, he kept dreaming of him... this really wasn't fair...