Working in the Hospital Wing
Severus has just rearranged his potions stores, moving some of the more commonly prepared potions for general healing to his quarters in the hospital wing. As Head of House he has encountered enough alarmed and pained children to have a very good idea of likely ailments. Already he has had house-elves remove the cheerful whitewash from the dark castle stone and put up dark green Slytherin curtains with silver trim. He is at his hospital desk with a pile of books at his side, beginning to work anatomical diagrams for the corridors onto large sheets of parchment. He uses green ink for the text and black for the drawing, with read showing general structures. Everyone who enters should have the opportunity to arrive a little less ignorant than when he or she arrives, he thinks. He is Head of the Hospital Wing and makes it Policy. His bony fingers hold the parchment steady and there is a steady but varying sound of scratching from the quill. He is working on an exploded view of the structure of the chest. Pleased with the activity, he whistles between his teeth in an equally scratchy, hissing way as he works.