Severus Snape was in a bad mood as he walked up to the Headmaster's office. "Pumpkin Pasties," he spat at the gargoyle quickly walking up the stairs to Albus Dumbledore's office.
"Ah…Severus I see you have finally come. Sit down my boy," said Albus Dumbledore, known to most as the greatest wizard alive, gesturing to a seat. "Care for a lemon drop?"
"Albus, did you request me to come hear merely for a muggle sweet? If so, this could have possibly waited, as I was in the middle of making the Wolfsbane Potion for you precious werewolf, Lupin, when I heard your most urgent call," replied the potions master with a slight sneer on his face.
Dumbledore replied with an apologetic look on his face replied, "My apologies indeed Severus but I needed you to go out on a task for the Order. I need you to check up on a certain student, Harry Potter…"
"Absolutely not!" roared Snape. "I refuse to go check up on your Golden Boy. I've seen enough of his arrogant face during the school year."
"Severus," the headmaster stated with the twinkle in his blue eyes fading, "It is most imperative that you check up on Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger are most anxious as his letters are usually one line."
"I am guessing I have no say in this as usual, headmaster?" questioned the silky voice of the potions master.
With the twinkles fully renewed in his eyes, Dumbledore cheerfully replied, "Come now Severus. It cannot be that bad. In fact, why don't you go tomorrow? The sooner, the better is it not?"
Severus Snape abruptly stood up and walked stiffly out of his room, robes billowing out behind him ignoring the Headmaster bidding him a good day.
Severus Snape was in a foul mood as he walked back to his room wondering what on earth he had done to make the Headmaster choose the most hated professor in Hogwarts, known to most of the students as the 'greasy git' to go and check up on the 'Golden Gryffindor Boy- Who- Lived.