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"You seem to have lost your boxers Potter," he said, and I glanced down. My face became bright red and I dashed to my trunk, wiping my hair out of my eyes. I pulled some of the clothes out and eventually found something that was passable as clothing. It was soaked through, but I figured it was better than being nude. I walked back to the table and glanced up at Snape.

He was acting as though nothing odd had happened. "Eat," he said, motioning to a plate. I took his advice, taking a sandwich and starting to eat.

Three sandwiches later, I stopped eating and looked up at him. He'd been eating quietly for quite some time and was now studying me. I felt a blush creep across my cheeks as I wondered what he was thinking about.

"You don't eat enough over the summer," he said, and I blinked a few times wondering where that had come from.

"My Aunt and Uncle think I eat too much," I said softly, wondering if I could take another sandwich. He picked one up and put it on my plate and I thought that must be permission so I started eating it.

"They are wrong." I glanced up at him again and wondered why he wasn't trying to kill me yet.

"Sir?" I said softly.