100 Word Drabble: Snape at night, musing about his life, love, school, students, socks.

"Five o'clock, again! There has to be some higher force up there feasting on my insomnia! Hmmp! It's Sunday morning, for god's sake and. I. Want. To. Sleep!"

Severus tugged the sheets back over his lithe form and sighed.

"And it's bloody freezing too, a pair of those woolen socks of Dumbledore would come in handy now!"

He sighed.

"At least no Longbottom today!I'll never understand how THIS boy made it into Hogwarts! Two cauldrons alone this week!"

"Please stop that immediately, will you?" Green drowsy eyes stared back at him.

But then, life wasn't so bad now, was it?