meh

"If you squish me, I will stab you in the ear."

Severus grinned at her. "But you'll be squished you wouldn't be able to do anything."

"Well I could knee you, but I'm not that mean."

Severus smiled. "Please don't."

"I won't. Like I said, I'm not that mean, although if you squish me I think I might forget that bit."

"I'm not going to squish you." Severus said thinking that he should probably stand up again.

"And just how are you going to get up?"

"That is a very good question," Severus took his right arm off of the ground and leaned sideways, rolling over onto the floor next to Stormie.

"Well, that was creative," Stormie commented, propping up on her elbows.

"Meh," He said looking up at the roof.

Stormie was quiet and still for a moment, then she sneakily moved her pencil and poked Sev's ear.

"Ow bugger," Severus swatted at the pencil.

"Don't hit my pencil! what's wrong with you!?"

"You poked me."

"You deserved it."

"What did I do?"

"You squished my hand when you rolled over."

Severus rolled his eyes. "Your poor poor hand."

"It's my drawing hand. Cripple that and I'm out of a career and I'll be living on the streets and you'll have to live knowing it's all your fault."

"Me rolling onto your hand is not going to kill it"

"How do you know? You're heavy."

"That would not kill you hand."

"If you say so."

"I do,"

"Whatever." Stormie poked him again.