"Leave us, Mister Malfoy - I assure you, you will be able to traipse after him again come dinner time," Snape sneered at the blonde, who scowled, and exchanged a glance with Harry, before reluctantly doing as he was told, and exiting the classroom. Now alone, Snape locked the door with a flick of his wand, and beckoned Harry closer, "I need to inspect your wound, Potter," and he perched himself on a stool, and gestured at the one opposite him for Harry to take. As always seemed to happen when someone brought his scar to his attention, Harry was suddenly hyper aware of it, and the way that his shirt collar rubbed harshly against it. He resisted the urge to probe the tender skin though, knowing Snape would only have some snide comment for him if he did. Instead, he took a seat as instructed, and sat still, waiting for Snape to make his verdict.   