He'd managed to secure a room at a nearby rent-by-the-week motel. It had taken a bit of convincing on his part (the man didn't want to rent to a child, as he'd put it) and no small amount of cunning to come up with the funds to afford it, but he'd managed and was now settled in as well as could be expected given the situation. He'd even managed to get his hands on a few magic books and had been sitting on his bed, the books scattered around him and his dark hair hanging in a curtain around his face when he heard the knock.
It was too soft to belong to the man who owned the building, and as far as Severus was aware only one person knew where he was staying. Lily. With that thought, he quickly rose to his feet and moved to the door. Opening it, he frowned immediately at the redness around her eyes and sad expression on her face. Then she spoke, and he knew, knew, that Ron Weasley had made good on his threat.
Stepping aside, motioning for her to come in out of the rain, he pointed out gently, "I would attempt to do so, were I aware of what you were referring to." His expression was a mixture of concern and apprehension as he met those green eyes that had haunted him for the better part of his life.
"What's this all about, Lily?" he questioned. But he already knew what it was about. He'd been warned it was going to happen, for Salazar's sake. He just wasn't sure what, exactly, she'd been told and wasn't about to jump to conclusions.