2 Years later
A streak of silver was briefly seen on the common room floor as the ferret raced to the boy sitting quietly in the corner reading. With more speed than seemed possible for such a small animal, the ferret scaled the chair and settled in the boys lap.
"All right Sophia?" thought the boy adjusting the book so he could continue to read and yet accommodate the animal in his lap.
"Just peachy, but I swear if that cat comes near me one more time I will not be responsible for my actions," I replied my fur bristling in my anger.
He chuckled to himself earning several confused looks from his fellow Slytherins.
"An amusing book," he said, they lost interest immediately at the topic of books.
"Thank goodness we perfected our thought conversations," I said "It would look really strange if you were caught having a conversation with your ferret. A rather one sided conversation at that."
He chuckled again; thankfully less people looked up this time.
"Control yourself Severus or do you want people to find out that you can converse with you pet? You'll be sent to Madame Pomfrey in seconds" I chided
"You started it" he replied (internally of course)
"Your 16 and you are still acting like the 14 year old you were when we met. Will you ever grow up"
He laughed again. I sighed to myself, laying my head on my paws and closing my eyes. Subconsciously he began to trace the marking on my right front leg, although I was a silvery grey, I had black paws, as though they had been dipped in the darkest ink, however my front right leg was a little different. The black fur curled upwards and around to rest at the top of my shoulder, further than the black fur on any other leg would reach and strangely enough the shape it formed seemed snake like. As usual Severus would trace up and down this mark, I didn't understand his fascination with the shape until he explained the symbol for his house. Catching movement out of the corner of my eye I tensed slightly as I watched a first year girl carry her white Persian cat through the common room. If a cat could give a smug look then that cat had just graced me with a brilliant one, and why? Just because he had a silver cat bowl and ate caviar for breakfast.
"Furball!" I yelled across the common room, only the cat and Severus could understand though but the look on Mr Purebred's face was priceless. Sniggering I settled back into Severus' lap, life was good.
