As he sat at his desk, he noticed the parchment laying in the trash. Thinking it had floated off the desk without her knowledge since it was in pristine condition; Severus leaned over and picked it out. When he saw what it was, a small smile curved his lips. It would seem her last class was reading which gave the witch time on her hands, time she had spent so very constructively. However, as his eyes scanned towards the bottom of the parchment, his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Well, that was totally unexpected. He had admired the young witch from afar but never, in a million years, thought she would remotely feel anything other than friendship towards him. Smirking, Severus thought he would return her parchment but with his own observations added.