Leo was battling himself, torn between wanting to be there for Severus and keeping his ghostly presence unknown just like he’s been doing for the past four years. He wanted to just come up to Sev and just hug him and say all these things that you’re supposed to say -- it’s going to get better. time heals wounds. she’s in a better place right now. But it was all BULLSHIT. And also, impossible. There was a reason why nobody knew (besides Dumbledore) that Leo came back as a ghost -- dead should remain dead. He wanted to let his family move on in peace, he didn’t want them to suffer even more seeing how miserable he was right now. How much he hated himself and what he’s become. As he was floating through the castle corridors, he couldn’t help but hear the hushed whispers among the students and staff. The Potters are dead. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named vanished. All of sorts of gossips. Some were happy because the danger was gone, some people were rightfully upset about Lily’s and James’s deaths. But Leon knew one person who was the most devastated with the news and who had nobody to comfort him. Leo didn’t even notice when he flew into the potions classroom. He just stopped by the entrance, absolutely frozen, not knowing what to do. Anything in his little ghost body yelled to run away before Severus notices the change in temperature and sees him. But he couldn’t, he just couldn’t leave him like that all alone.

Free period varied between like and dislike for Lily. She loved having the time away from classes and getting her homework out of the way, but if she did it fast or simply had none that day it bored Lily endlessly. Today, unfortunately, was one of those days, and she found herself wandering the halls of Hogwarts and looking for either Mary or Severus. It wasn’t too long until she found the latter, and she plopped herself beside Severus with a smile. 

“Soooooooo,” Leon took a cup of tea in his hand as he looked over at Severus, rising his brow. He loved coming to Madam’s Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, not only for the delicious tea and carrot cake but also because he knew it was Sev’s least favourite place. And that was a perfect spot to take him out when he wanted to have a strongly worded conversation with the other. “A birdie just told me you’ve had a row with a thirteen-year-old again,” he spoke, tilting his head to the side.