Severus watched studiously a scowl darkening his otherwise stone like features as he regarded the student before him. Waiting for said student to finish reviewing the schedule. "It is indeed," Severus responded rather darkly. "However, seeing as tomorrow is Sunday I expect you to assist Mr. Malfoy and Miss. Parkinson in showing the first years to their classes along with insuring that the third year students know where their new classes are."<br/><br/>Severus paused only long enough for Michael to acknowledge his request. "Now I expect that the house is firmly encased in it's common room and awaiting my start of term welcome speech. Go on down to the Common Room and insure that they are indeed all there and silent for my arrival."<br/><br/>With a dismissive wave of his Severus rose. The door that had been closed throughout their meeting opened on it's own with a bit of nonverbal and wandless magic. Without further word or even acknowledging the boy in his office. Severus stepped out from behind his desk and towards his bookcase on the left side of the office. Putting his back towards the door. Listening intently to the goings on behind him. He would wait five minute before making his entrance to the Common Room. Slim potion stained fingers slide a thick volume from the shelves and began to slid the pages apart opening it until he found the potion recipe he'd been think off prior to their meeting. It would be what he did to keep awake tonight. As with all first nights at Hogwarts Severus knew he would get little to no sleep tonight. Either from students testing his wards, homesick first years or plainly sick children from overindulging in the feast. He was looking forward to the routine of healthy meals that followed the disaster that was the first feast of the year. Severus detested how the headmaster insisted on overruling his rules for Slytherin house and allowing the students to overindulge.