Severus simply nodded, keeping his skepticism to himself too. If she didn’t want to tell him now she wouldn’t, but he would eventually figure it out. “The professor wants us to light up a candle and interpret wax within a proper trance. So naturally we looked up the signs and made something up.” He said, grabbing a book and handing it over. “Just open it, pick one, make up a story and stick to it. Easy O” he said, obviously quite proud of their hard work- or lack thereof.
The homework would be easy, it was figuring out how to get Lily to stop worrying about everyone and everything that was going to be tricky. That is, aside from Severus’ obvious resort: To distract her as much as he physically could. Be it homework or hanging out, or even just talking about nothing of importance: Eventually she should be able to relax, but no better way to do it than to reach the root of the problem and eradicate it, if possible.
Lily rolled her eyes at Severus once again. She threw down her sandwich and picked up the Divination book. “You’re impossible, Sev. Do you ever actually do your Divination work?” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Come on, lets go to the library, I think Marly’s stare is going to burn a hole through my skull.”
She grabbed his hand and they traipsed off the the library, which was far quieter in comparison to the Great Hall. They found a little nook in a corner, and she laid out her Divination assignment. She tried to get started on it, but she couldn’t focus. She paused, and looked up at Severus. “Have they asked you- Avery and Mulciber, about the whole… you know, Death Eater thing?” She asked cautiously.
“What’s the difference? You show me a guideline to properly divinate something and I’ll do it. Tell me to stare at a candle for five minutes as it melts and then write a foot of parchment about it and I’ll make it up.” He protested, letting her steer him away from the Great Hall to, presumably, waste time. “What I can’t believe is that you actually do it.” he said, showing her his own foot of parchment and putting the interpretations on the table so she could, at least, have the option of copying it.
Severus leaned over, if anything to coax her not to be so loud about this. “They mentioned Rockwood is officially in, I think that’s load.” He said. Mention it? They talked about it in the dorms mostly and followed it carefully. They were convinced the teachers were not letting them as in on it as they should and that there was an agenda to keep students from choosing: So yes, they talked about it. “I know Black’s up to her eyes in it, but nobody talks about that.” He looked up to Madam Prince’s general direction then leaned closer to Lily. “If you ask me, nobody needs to talk about her to know.” He added; she was practically pedaling it.
“But this is all theory and grapevine.” He finished; she was a Gryffindor and a prefect: Both which made it an extraordinarily bad idea to go into detail about illicit school activities. It definitely wasn’t in his best interest to say more than that.
A tiny flame of fury kindled inside of Lily. Was this what Severus was set out to become? Was there any chance of even stopping him? What was she supposed to do? She took a deep breath, best not to dive head first into this problem. “…Let’s continue with this divination, shall we?” She smiled through her frustration.
She opened her book and tried to decode the strange symbols. “Grab me a candle, would you?” She asked Sev, thumbing through her textbook. She took the candle and began to burn it, like the instructions said. “Oh, blast. Give me your essay. I give up.” She blew out the candle and snatched the parchment from a smug looking Severus. “Hush, you.”
"I told you this homework made no sense." Severus said, smirk in place. "At least the interpretations are in letters: I've heard horror stories from the Ancient Runes class." He said, letting her copy in peace. Thankfully due to how many interpretations there were Divination was an easy class to cut corners with. It gave him time to study for his real classes while he was at it. With that he pulled out his old book and started eyeing over it again to kill the boredom.
"What about your friends?" He asked, still set out to figure out why she seemed so worried all the time. "Have they said what they're doing after they're done studying?" For all that was worth the question was for her, but asking about all her friends in general tended to make that sound less like he was about to start stalking her like a madman for his future plans; he best avoid doing that if it was in any way possible. Currently it didn't seem so, but things could change.
