Severus turned, dropping the tip of his wand down before he faced Remus. "Because it is far less likely that we'll be caught there," he murmured, sarcastic as ever, and tucked his wand away into his robes. If Remus did not want this place tidied up, well, that was his prerogative. The Shack was no place Severus wanted to be.

He tilted his head to the side, regarding a boy he spent most of the day with, and sat on the edge of the torn up bed.

The problem with all of the 'secret' places of the castle was that they were almost always occupied by hormonal witches and wizards trying to get a little privacy.