Slytherin Table [open]
Well, that was certainly refreshing: a Gryffindor who dared acknowledge that the sun did not, in fact, shine out of their collective arses. And what do you know? Severus thought with a smirk. The world hasn't even ended or anything. Most of the people around him at the Slytherin table were grumbling about what a load of rubbish this was, and how they had enough work to do without being required to write to somebody in another House and such. Severus, however, glanced over to the Gryffindor table, wondering what the chances were that he might be writing to Lily. Minuscule, he concluded. They were already friends. What's more, both Dumbledore and Slughorn knew they were friends. If anyone at this school didn't need to be taught the value of inter-House friendships, it was he and Lily.