#10 - Special Delivery

Professor Snape's attention fell only to his work, once realising the student didn't need anything from him and was simply there to drop off some ingredients.

His quill paused as she approach his desk and placed a neatly-wrapped box atop it. Snape waited until she'd left, then set aside his materials. He stared intently at it, just as a suspicious as he was last year. Just because that gift proved harmless, according to the first taster he'd tested it on, that didn't mean he should become complacent.

What if she was establishing that it was safe, with the intention to make it harmful in the future. No, this too needed to be tested first. Then again, had he just assumed this would become a yearly tradition? Snape eyed the closed door to his office, wondering why this young Ravenclaw student of all students at Hogwarts had brought him such a gift.

He set it aside in a drawer for now. Snape reached for his quill, the corners of his lips quirking ever-so-slightly -- safe in the fact there was no one to witness it.