ooc: but of course not! :)
Snape let his hands come lightly to rest on the stack of papers sitting in his lap. The shock of discovering he was being watched passed over him very quickly; he was too used to being on his guard these days to let it show in his posture. Still, he felt like kicking himself for having sunk so deeply into distraction. "If I were snooping," he drawled, pulling off another page or two of Black's correspondence and dropping it carelessly after a cursory inspection, "I'd have shut the door." Out of the corner of his eye, her handwriting jumped out at him; buried under a few more letters. He looked up at Alecto, looking perfectly at home amid the mountain of papers he'd left around the chair. "Come to pay your respects, have you? - But I suppose you'd have been a little too old to have the pleasure of the elder Black's company." He swept his wand towards the fireplace that stood between the desk and the bed, bringing up a lively patch of flames. No better way to dispose of evidence. "You may consider yourself most fortunate."