Bast caught the cookie as it was thrown at him, holding onto the plastic bag with hands that trembled. Severus couldn't be gone. That single idea in his mind didn't stop the vicious words coming from Harry Potter though. As the Boy Who Lived spoke, Bast drew back again, trying to make himself smaller as he peered up at the other wizard.

"I guess you never had to do or be anything you didn't want to because of who you were born as, Harry Potter. Or do what everyone told you that you had to do because you were a Lestrange. Or a Black. Or a Snape. Or all my other dead friends. You haven't had that problem, have you?"

Letting Harry go, Bast slunk to one of the open chairs and sat down, turning the cookie package in his hands. He wanted Severus. He wanted Raistlin, Yazoo, or any other of his friends that had left him. For once, Landel's didn't seem like such a great place when he was on his own.