Severus shook his head at the bread and water. Molly's idea of where he belonged was obvious with this so called meal. He concentrated a moment before pulling out his wand. The water was easily transfigured into porter. Having brewed his own, he was very familiar with its properties. The bread would not change back to fresh or into anything else. He wondered if he should have cleaned up after tramping around half of Scotland searching for potions ingredients. At least his dog was trained enough to take the basket up to the castle for him.