Contemplating | Open
Severus sat at a table in the library, the scene very familiar as it was how he spent a large portion of most of his days. He sat at the same table; one pushed against right under a large window with a brilliant view of the grounds and lake and only had one other chair besides his occupied one (which nobody ever took, as he preferred, unless it was a Slytherin asking him for help on homework or something of the sort), large tomes and books he had collected around the library stacked to block out the world, the only light coming from the darkened skies of what seemed to be a storm brewing and his small lantern.
His legs were pushed atop the table and his arms folded over his chest as he stared out the window, watching the winds pick up and some students running about to get as much time as they could outside before they were confined to inside the castle because of the rain or confined to the infirmary until some of the disgusting Pepperup Potion was made for their colds for playing out in the rain.
‘Idiots,’ he thought to himself as he watched several of the children tackle one another and giggle. ‘Not a care in the world, this is our future generation?’ he drawled with a sigh, grabbing his Potions book and flipping it to a random page, his quill in hand as he began to scrawl amongst the page, working out formulas and crossing out to replace words on instructions of potions he came across.