Severus had heard whispers of a new transfer student who would give him a run for his money. Slughorn had told him about her – and how she seemed to approach potions in a fairly unique way. Severus, of course, was pissed off someone was trying to steal his title. He was a potions master. He didn't need someone coming in and stealing that accomplishment away from him. He wanted to prove he was better than this transfer student. Ravenclaw he found out. However, as soon as he heard the name, Severus had doubled his efforts to stalk her down.

Luckily for him, there was a certain poltergeist who seemed to be interested in the mayhem he could cause when he found the girl, as the being seemed to realize that he wanted to take her down a peg. Peeves had given him directions to where she was going, and had even pointed out a window at the general area he could find her. He was pretty sure he would owe Peeves something – he'd be told something like 'oh but remember when I was sooooo kind' or whatever. Along with the fact he was pretty sure Peeves wanted to watch whatever went down. The mischevious little thing. Luckily, Severus had been able to distract him and fed him some false information on something that would be much more entertaining.

Severus made his way down to the grounds, and towards the lake. It didn't take long until he found her, seeing a unicorn even walk up to her. He scowled as he approached, though he didn't draw his wand. Unfortunately the brisk pace, no matter how graceful his glide had become, was heard by the unicorn, and soon the creature ran off, likely alerting her to his presence if she hadn't also been alerted by his walk.

"So I hear there's a second 'Potions Prince' around here."

He pursed his lips, glaring at the girl. She had a point, his last name was Snape, but he much preferred his mother's heritage – being a witch and all. And the fact his father was a complete and total asshole. And yet, she still had the gall to tell him to sit down. And to then get onto him for how he was walking? How dare she judge him when she was going around acting like she was so great and trying to steal his title?

He just looked at her with an annoyed look. "Maybe by your last name. But that wasn't what I was referring to. Obviously. Prince can mean ruler, king, the very best." He raised an eyebrow and stood right in front of her. She definitely was pretentious. A Ravenclaw through and through. Rose didn't have that feeling to her. She wasn't cocky or arrogant. She didn't walk around like she owned the place like this girl seemed to do.

"First of all, I'll walk however I want. Second of all, you aren't the boss of me. I don't have to sit if I don't want to," He crossed his arms and took a seat. Because he wanted to sit down, not because she told him to. He crossed his legs. "You don't get to pick if we talk. It's a mutual decision, so if you want to talk, you have to give me a reason to listen to you."