Severus was sitting alone by the old tree nearby the Black Lake. He was alone, and everybody hated him simply because he was different. His dark black eyes looked at a potions book in his lap. Recently, James and the Marauders had sliced the word 'Snivellus' into his arm. He was out here to be away from the horrible people, to read and study-- and distract from the pain. His hypersensitive body shivered when the wind blew a gentle breeze that made his hair brush across his neck.