They had gotten two arrivals today. A chatterbox that he hoped never to speak to in his life and James Potter, the man he hated more than the Dark Lord. There were no words to describe how he was feeling. He knew that he'd lost his brother once more. He shouldn't have hoped that they could mend things. He should have known better. He had wanted to say that, but he was not a Gryffindor. He was a Slytherin with better manners and decided that removing himself from their presence was the better option.
He walked outside. It was cold, but he had his heavy cloak. The only thing he had. They might add stealing all the clothes in the abandoned shops soon enough. After a while, even the clock and warming spells weren't enough and he returned to the castle only to be faced with someone he actually liked.
"Severus, how good to see you. It was about time that this castle decided to bring here someone a lot more pleasant than the current occupants," he said with a smile. "It's probably best if we talk before you go in there. Killing Potter on the day of his arrival would be rather terrible, although completely understandable. I felt the same when I saw him. Oh and welcome to the year 2038, your time travel is courtesy of Hogwarts."