this quintessence of dust (closed for Lezard, Severus, Draco)
Lezard Valeth had never handled disappointment well. What he could not prevent, and refused to mourn, he would still sulk over.
He caused the weather to suit his mood -- no whimsical rain of frogs, but a dull drizzle muffled by unpleasantly warm fog. He found that books did not divert him. A few rounds of "Where's an Egg" in the compy lab were rather more stultifying than distracting. The happy idea struck him that he still had a friend left to visit.
He materialized outside Snape's door without more forewarning than a simple knock. (He did, at least, wait for the door to be opened, and for his friend to invite him in.)