Who: Bill & Harry What: Harry wants to talk to Bill or something When: Saturday sometime Where: St. Mungo's Warnings: A healthy helping of emo, something? Idk Status: Incomplete
Bill hadn't really responded much. Severus didn't seem to mind this. If he was asked a question, he did his best to respond, but sometimes it was a little slower than most times. Of course, that all depended on whether or not he actually realized he was being talked to. There were times when he was lost in his own little world, times he just checked out in the middle of sentences and conversations. He didn't mean to or really notice he was, and he fought not to do it, but it happened.
He vaguely registered the sound of a door opening. Looking up after a moment, his eyes rested on the boy that came through the door. Harry. He'd seen him before, but he hadn't really said anything then. He wanted to say something now, but he hardly knew what to say. "Hi," he settled on eventually because he didn't know what else to say.