It was a bloody terrible idea. Severus knew it. He felt it. Sirius had been watching him at dinner with that weird predatory gaze of his. He mostly just kept his head down. Just as be was keeping his head down now too. As he plucked fungus from a tree and poked at it's gills with the back of his quill, he could only hope that Sirius decided against coming.

Or that he meant those words yesterday, when he stated that he'd stay away. Merlin could only hope.

Severus heard the sound of cracking twigs a few metres behind him and stiffened. His mind immediately conjured the worst and he pulled his wand. Stupid... Stupid! He fell for it again! He believed Sirius Black's ploy and now be was alone. In the woods. The Mauraders would pop out from behind trees and torment him. Or worse.

He had nearly killed one of their's yesterday.

"I hear you! Show yourself!"