from the seat beside him, not looking up from his textbook You say that every morning.

Because every morning Snape finds a new way to make me want to throw myself into the Black Lake.

turning around from the desk in front Maybe if you actually slept instead of whatever you do all night, you'd be less dramatic.

scoffs I sleep.

flips a page You sleep through lessons. Not at night.

mutters Great. A lecture from both my mother and father.

There will be no talking.

sinks lower in his chair Fantastic.

turns sharply toward the class That includes you, Riddle.

raises both hands in mock surrender Didn't say anything.

narrows his eyes You were thinking.

from Mattheo's other side, whisper He can hear thoughts now?

whispers back Wouldn't put it past him.

silences them with a look, then addresses the whole room Open your textbooks to page 394. You will be preparing a Draught of Living Death. Any mistakes will result in a failing grade and likely a trip to the hospital wing.

flips open his textbook lazily, glancing toward the door

notices the glance, says quietly Waiting for someone?

shrugs Just checking if Snape locked the door.

gives him a long, unreadable look, then returns to his book

thinks Seven minutes late. She's never late. If she tripped down the stairs, I swear to Merlin—

at the front, voice cutting through Since some of you clearly need motivation, I will be checking each potion personally. Any that are unsatisfactory will be brewed again during detention.

smirks Looks like you'll be busy tonight, Mattheo.

flips him off under the desk

snickers before quickly covering it with a cough