Fourth Therapy Appointment
Saturday, March 9th, 2002
*Severus’s POV*
Dr. Meyers was sat up when Severus arrived, so he just had to take his own seat on the floor.
“Did you complete your assignment?” She immediately asked.
~Yes.~
“What did you do?”
~I met someone new. One of Remus’s friends for the first time.~
“Ooh, how was it?”
~Bad.~
“What happened?”
~Nothing much.~
“Then what was bad?”
~They shouldn’t have been there.~
“Where?”
~In our living room.~
“Why not?”
~Because its my and Remus’s living room, not theirs.~
“You don’t like guests?”
~I guess I don’t.~
“Do you have any reason why?”
~Invasion of space.~
“But why do you see it as an invasion of space?”
Severus wrinkled his nose. ~Because it's my space and they’re coming into it, AKA invading it.~
“But, you invited them.”
~Remus did.~
“Without your permission?”
~No.~
“Then what’s the difference?”
Severus wasn’t sure, so he didn’t respond.
“Severus?”
~What?~
“You didn’t answer my question.”
~I don’t know the answer.~
“That’s fine. How was your week outside of meeting Remus’s friend?”
~Fine. Normal.~
“Is anything particularly memorable?”
~No.~
“Is anything ever particularly memorable?”
~No.~
“Alright, then, I’d like you to do the same assignment again this upcoming week.”
~What’s wrong with how I did it before?~
“Nothing, but you need to be able to remember things from your week, or else you're hardly living at all.”
~I don’t know what to do though. I don’t want to meet another one of Remus’s friends.~
“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
~Maybe.~ Unlikely.
“Is there anything on your mind at the moment?”
~No.~ His mind was always blank when he came to therapy, even when he had a whole list of things he wanted to talk about beforehand.
“Have you found any progress in coming here?”
~I guess.~
“What sort?”
Severus shrugged.
“You seem a bit out of it today, do you think that’s true?”
~I guess.~
“Do you want to do something other than talk?”
~Like what?~
“We can play a game. Go Fish?”
~Okay.~
Severus won every time.