Some people to thank! Thank you Angel 2191 for the hugs and for the very insightful comments!  You speak English really well, don't worry!  You commented like a million times!  Thank you Kitala!  Yes, I don't know where that came from!  Thank you AngelDes1313!  Thank you Catmint!  Hey, I never said it was good evidence!  I'm being nice and giving y'all a double chapter.  Why?  Because I'm bored.  Okay.     

It's easiest to write down the words of a conversation as opposed to going then I said this and she said this.  And when you've got a memory like mine you should make use of it.  I've just stayed in bed all day, I suppose I should get up and eat something but I'm not really hungry.  I've just been grading essays and potions and crap and staring at the wall.  I try to sleep but I really can't.  I don't think I've gotten a good night's sleep since I was six.  I feel myself wishing that someone would come and talk to me, but then I realize that nobody's going to come.  They've all given up on me.  Good for them, bastards.  You'd think they'd work a little harder to save my mortal soul and heal my damaged psyche.  Okay, that's it.  I'm officially going insane because I think that there's someone knocking on the door.  If I open it and no one's there I'm just going to break down and cry.

Thank god I'm not schizophrenic.  It was Minerva.  I may not be schizophrenic, but I'm still crazy.

            "Severus?  Have you been in your room all day?  It's 2 P.M."

            "Oh, it is?"

            "Have you eaten?  Aren't you hungry?"

            "I'm not hungry, Minerva."

            "That's strange.  Are you ill?"  I sighed.

            "No, Minerva, I'm not ill."

            "I'm getting you some stew."

            "What the-stew?"

            "Well, it's what they had at lunch today…I can get some more."

            "Don't bother.  Don't you have things to do?"

            "No…I'll be back soon."  She left, I sat back down on the bed, and she came in soon enough with the stew.  She put it in my lap.  I sort of tensed up when she got near.  "Severus, you're sure you aren't sick?"

            "Yes, Minerva!  Very sure!"

            "Then why did you spend the whole day in bed?  You're still in your night robes."

            "Oh, Minerva, grow up."

            "Severus!"

            "You're so childlike, Minerva.  When the students aren't around.  It's truly adorable."

            "Adorable?"

            "Well, aren't you going to force-feed me stew?"

            "I was hoping you'd eat it…" I took a bite.  I don't eat that much.  I'm just never hungry.  I looked up from the stew.  Poor Minerva looked like she was about to cry.

            "What's wrong, Minerva?"  She threw her hands up in the air.

            "I'm worried for you!  I'm scared about you!  I don't want you to die!"

            "Do you want me to die?"

            "No!  I just said I don't want you to die!"

"Minerva, that's really not in your hands."

            "But it's in yours!"  She got a fierce, determined look, though it was still pretty sad in my opinion.  "You're going out to dinner with me tonight, Severus."

            "I have work to do…"

            "You always have work to do.  You're always working.  Come on, I'll pay.  I won't take no for an answer."  I just gave up at that point.

            "Okay.  I'll be ready at six-thirty."  She smiled.

            "Great!  Eat that stew."  She left the room.  Well, I'm going out to dinner tonight.  Can't remember the last time I did something with a woman.  It's not a date, Severus, it's an intervention.  All of the teachers'll be at some restaurant waiting for me to come so that they can get me to be happy or something like that.  What is happy?  Nobody has it so why do people look for it?