Severus Snape / HP / Barshapedplace
Being dead and Milliways Bound has it's advantages: fresh reagents being delivered like clockwork. It is one of the few things that makes 'living' in Miliways bearable, this regular delivery. There are often some books included; Muggle or Magical, favorites or simply new. So standing there are the bar, glancing over a mix of classic and new muggle literature, is Severus Snape. Austen nestles next to Atwood; apparently, the theme for reading today is women.
"Women's lit? Really, Bar." he has no arguement with classics -- they have their place, as it were -- but, Atwood?
He glances over the note that napkin note, and snorts dryly. "Don't be a ninny," is the only reply that she gets to whatever was on that. He crumples it up and shoves it into a pocket.
He'll endure the new books for now, not far from the fire, while the rats haul his crates of reagents to his room. Or until they're all read. Bar won't cough up new ones until he's at least made an attempt at them... and Snape rarely leaves a book unfinished once he starts it.
"Women's lit? Really, Bar." he has no arguement with classics -- they have their place, as it were -- but, Atwood?
He glances over the note that napkin note, and snorts dryly. "Don't be a ninny," is the only reply that she gets to whatever was on that. He crumples it up and shoves it into a pocket.
He'll endure the new books for now, not far from the fire, while the rats haul his crates of reagents to his room. Or until they're all read. Bar won't cough up new ones until he's at least made an attempt at them... and Snape rarely leaves a book unfinished once he starts it.