[Who:] Severus Snape and Mark Hoffman
[What:] Poetic Justice? Or...just revenge, really.
[When:] Today
[Where:] Hoffman's Room
Severus Snape hadn't realized his inmate's attacker lived on the same floor; it shouldn't have surprised him, as Hoffman had destroyed the seventh floor common room, but he had written it off as inmates doing idiotic things.
He knew he was probably crossing a line with this: not only as a warden, but with Martha. He'd created the potion while she worked, not saying a word on the matter. She would know it was him, and he had no doubt she would have words with him about it. As for the wardens - well, hopefully everyone would understand and turn their usual blind eye to the matter.
Speaking of lines. There were a good many Snape would and had crossed, but hitting a child - or an inmate in a child's body - was not one of them. Intentionally harming his inmate was another. He would put up with neither. Nygma had gotten away with his attempted breaking and entering, but Mozenrath hadn't come away with bruises, and this was now the second incident in which Hoffman had been involved. There was a lesson in order.
He didn't knock. He unlocked Hoffman's door and let himself in. His wand was held at the ready, more of a distraction from his other hand, in which he had palmed a small vial.