Why, Severus. What a suspicious nature you possess. As if Sylvia and I would comment improperly on such an occurrence so
utterly innocent.
(Sirius, my hero! Now that I've swooned in your manly, well-muscled arms [as expected, for you are the brave and bold Gryffindor], shall we shuck off our frozen wet clothing and "warm up"?)
Kudos to Sevvie, of course, for having the foresight: "No buttons. I was shocked. This would become important later."
("I am truly beginning to dread these required journal entries. I can never say what I truly want to say." Shall I say it for you, Sirius? "Snape is an excellent lay, and I am quite pleased that things tapered off with Lupin as they did so that I may continue to bang Severus in this quite discreet manner. I'm now off to kill something to make myself pants out of, and I wonder if Severus would let me dress him up in a plaid skirt.")
Tut tut. If I possessed a virgin mind, it surely would have been corrupted by such goings-on; as surely, of course, as those of rather suggestible students.