Re: Severus, Caitlyn
When the door opened, Severus' eyes slowly moved up to see who had invaded his privacy. He missed the look that flickered across her face, thankfully, his own face expressionless as she entered.
It could have been worse. "Does it really matter?" he asked. "Someone's going to come and sit in her anyway eventually. The train isn't that large."
He didn't move as there was an entire empty bench across from him, instead he shoved a hand through his greasy hair and adjusted his book on her lap. People like her, the "perfect and pretty Pureblood girls" disgusted him and unsettled him no little bit. He didn't have the same rapport with them he had with his male housemates, namely because he wasn't handsome or wealthy and all the things that actually mattered to them. Not, of course, that he particularly wished to have a rapport with most of them, insipid little things they were.