The Venomous Tentacula were contained but more than a little wild and Severus was contemplating the best way to approach them without ending up either very ill or very dead. Usually he did this with Pomona's assistance as it was easier approaching the more... vigorous plants with a little back up. Or a distraction, if nothing else, and Pomona was very good at that. She had the experience, after all.
He was still eyeing the plants, who were rustling in warning at him, when he heard a very familiar voice. One he hadn't heard for a very long time. He swallowed then took a step back from the Tentacula plants so they didn't surprise him with a stray vine.
"Yes?" he said, unsure of what else to say to her even with the journal entry she'd directed at him. Or because because of it. He wasn't even sure she'd recognise his voice. He was almost twenty years past the extremely callow young man he'd been the last time she'd seen him. Twenty years and some very unpleasant experiences.