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[Who:] Bellatrix Lestrange, Severus Snape
[What:] Meeting
[When:] Week 2
[Where:] Hospital
[Warnings:] None, as yet.
Severus Snape sat on the linoleum floor of the lobby, his back to the wall and long legs stretched in from of him. His wand twirled between his spidery fingers, a sign of anxiety towards the situation that had not yet been addressed. He had other concerns to distract him. He stared balefully in the direction of the stairwell, as though laboring under the knowledge that no one (or rather, one person in particular) was coming out that door, no matter how desperately he willed it.
If she would just talk to him. If she would just explain what she'd meant. Oh, he could ask Granger, he suspected, but he hated the girl. Though they'd only spoken once, he had the distinct impression she was a loud-mouthed, sanctimonious know-it-all who needed a good hex thrown in her general direction to shut her up.
Twenty going on twelve, Severus Snape. Of course, had he known about the new arrivals, he would have very quickly picked himself up off the floor and taken great pains to hide his childish behaviour. Right now, however, he was sulking, and making a great show of it.
[What:] Meeting
[When:] Week 2
[Where:] Hospital
[Warnings:] None, as yet.
Severus Snape sat on the linoleum floor of the lobby, his back to the wall and long legs stretched in from of him. His wand twirled between his spidery fingers, a sign of anxiety towards the situation that had not yet been addressed. He had other concerns to distract him. He stared balefully in the direction of the stairwell, as though laboring under the knowledge that no one (or rather, one person in particular) was coming out that door, no matter how desperately he willed it.
If she would just talk to him. If she would just explain what she'd meant. Oh, he could ask Granger, he suspected, but he hated the girl. Though they'd only spoken once, he had the distinct impression she was a loud-mouthed, sanctimonious know-it-all who needed a good hex thrown in her general direction to shut her up.
Twenty going on twelve, Severus Snape. Of course, had he known about the new arrivals, he would have very quickly picked himself up off the floor and taken great pains to hide his childish behaviour. Right now, however, he was sulking, and making a great show of it.