Miles nodded sadly and wiped at his eyes. Not even one word of consolation or forgiveness. Of course, he had not deserved such a thing, he knew that. But his father still looked like Miles had stabbed him in the back. And this kind of thing usually took weeks for them both to fully recover from. Miles might have been stubborn and cold when he was angry, but he also needed comfort every time he screwed up. It was obvious he would not be getting any of that this evening. He closed his eyes and stood.
"I love you," he said softly.
There was nothing more he could have said to explain the depth of his sorrow for what he had done tonight. But the only option to him now was to go and do as he was told. Severus Snape would not stay angry forever, Miles had learned that multiple times. He did wish he could get a hug, but he wasn't going to push his luck. He went to his father's own personal quarters and sat at the desk, immediately taking out parchment and quill. But instead of starting on his potions essay, he went straight to a deeply sincere apology letter for both of his parents.
After a long session with the quill to parchment, Miles felt his eyes drooping then signed his name at the bottom. But he was not finished. He took off his prefect's badge and enclosed it in the letter. This should have gone to someone more responsible in the first place. Then before he could fall asleep, he went to his father's potions store that he kept here, and he grabbed a dreamless sleep potion. He needed that sort of rest more than he ever had. He went back to the desk and made sure his letter was ready, then he opened the potion vial and tipped back its full contents. He went over to the bed and crawled in, underneath the covers.
Things will be better in the morning, he thought to himself.
God, I hope so.
Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
(OOC: Back to the staff meeting? Maybe Aurora?)