A week? Severus wanted to change that to tomorrow night but it would be ridiculous. They couldn't slip away so soon. They had work to do, Sirius bad friends to be with. Severus got to his feet with quite a lot of difficulty. He dressed as he could, shaking out his clothes as be put them back on.

"Fine."

Seventh floor? Severus frowned and fetched his notebook.

"Friday then. I'm heading back first."

Oh, Severus was sore the next day, shifting in his seat during breakfast. No one seemed to notice or care. Minus the Marauders. James had to laugh. "Bet he's got a new hex for us. He keeps staring over here."