The cookie itself appeared to be normal, just the average chocolate chip cookie that Rabastan had gotten famous (or infamous) for conning out of nurses for being good. Either that or he was stealing them at night from the kitchen. Who knew with him?

A pleased smile came at being told he had done good. Since coming to Landel's, a great amount of stress had been put by the staff and Doctor Stegman on that he be 'good'. While having no real concept of that, Rabastan had figured out that if people were happy, they said he was good. It worked in his odd brand of logic.

At Harry's words, that smile faded, the diminutive wizard sidling back a step from Harry again. His lower lip trembled as if about to cry, either some mental damage or acting making his emotions come and go with a quickness.

"You're lying," he whispered. "Severus was alive days ago. He might not be around, but he's not dead! He... he... maybe he escaped! Severus is dreadfully smart, everyone said so. He was alive, living at Hogwarts before that! He... he was a little odd about when I mentioned people saying Dumbledore was dead, but he's not! Neither of them are. You're just... just trying to trick me. Severus isn't dead. He's all I had."

Bast wiped his eyes with his sleeve, sniffling. In truth, Severus had been all he had, even if the Potions Master hadn't been exactly thrilled to find himself saddled with a nutty Death Eater.

"We were going to make potions. He said!"