Severus Snape was in a bad mood.
He was always in a bad mood of course, but today, it was particularly bad.
It was funny really, because when he thought about it, he ought not to be – the first two days of Christmas break had passed peacefully. He had been able to get the majority of his brewing work completed, was close to being up to date with marking the latest set of below average essays, and had even had some time left over to read. The days had been quiet, just how he liked it.
Didn't he?
At one time he had. But now, he wasn't so sure. Things were a little too quiet.
Over the course of the last year, he had become accustomed to something quite different – the messy, noisy, excitable whirlwind that was a twelve year old boy.