The atmosphere in the library is even stuffier than usual; Gwen has been sitting in silence for ten minutes. Snape hasn't as much as looked at her since she sat next to him. She can feel a little giggle working its way up her throat but she gulps it down.
Snape looks at her, "I am not being a good tutor, am I?"
"No," she smiles.
"What are you having such problems with?" He asks.
"It's just the homework, it seems so much and I just need help with organising my notes," she says showing him her chaotic collection of classroom notes.
He looks at it with distain and she wonders how he can convey so much with just one look. "I find it hard to belief that you have made it to your NEWTS with your notes in such a state."
"What can I say; Lady Luck's a friend," she grins.
"That much is obvious," he says and if she didn't know any better she would swear that was almost a joke. He takes a closer look at the pile of parchment, "However the content shows promise, perhaps if you order them by date."
"Good, because I was worried that I'd need to start scribing in my text book,"
He snaps his book shut. "If you have a problem with my methods perhaps you can find someone else to help." He glares at her.
"I didn't mean to upset you Severous," she apologises even though she isn't sure why he is so hurt by her throw-away comment.
"Perhaps you should go,"
"Perhaps I should," she gathers her work and hurries off.
Severous spots a quill that she had dropped in her haste and picks it up. He didn't mean to scare her off but then maybe its better that way.