Stupid
Stupid
The notebook was slammed shut and a head dropped heavily onto it, creating a muffled thud that brought dark eyes up from their book. An eyebrow arched as the eyes considered their son with his forehead pressed to the apparently offensive notebook.
“Am I stupid?”
Severus’ eyebrow jumped higher at the question and he lowered his book to give Harry his full attention. “I beg your pardon?”
Harry lifted his head to look at his father. “Am I stupid?”
“I am unsure how you want me to answer that,” Severus said.
“I have been reading these notes for my Transfiguration NEWT for the last...” Harry paused and glanced at the clock over the fireplace, “three and a half hours and I am pretty sure I understand it less than before I started. So, I ask again, am I stupid?”
Severus’ lips twitched. “I believe ‘overwhelmed’ would be more accurate.”
“I didn’t feel like this for Defense or Charms,” Harry argued.
“Those come naturally to you,” Severus pointed out.
“I guess,” Harry said and sighed. When a look of horror suddenly dawned on the Gryffindor’s face, Severus looked at him questioningly. “So, if I feel like this with Transfiguration because it doesn’t come as naturally, what is Potions going to be like?”
Severus couldn’t help the upturn of his lips in a smirk that was both amused and slightly sympathetic. An even louder thud echoed in his rooms as Harry dropped his head even harder onto his notebook.
“Bloody hell, I am stupid!”
The only response he received from his father was laughter that was very clearly, undecidedly devoid of sympathy.
Fin