Snark 018: Snape [In Person]

[jadedserpent]

[Listen closely, and you'll hear the swish and billow of robes and the scuff of shoes on dusty floors as Snape strolls down the halls.  He holds his lit want aloft, and every now and then he flicks it and a sphere of light drifts off his wand point to hover in the air.  They don't provide much light, but it's better than the darkened, powerless corridors.]

I can't believe there aren't any bloody candles in this place.

[He aims a kick at the wall as he walks, punching a hole through the drywall.]

This place is a wreck.

[He walks on, leaving his little light spheres behind.]