Jul 12, 2004 16:09
The fresh clean bedding doesn't smell of Minerva anymore, which makes Severus feel all poignant for a moment.
He wonders what she's up to and how she's handling Albus; not that he's worried, she's always been sneaky and underhanded and has Albus-handling down to a fine art.
She's quite good at Severus-handling as well.
Oh well
Breakfast. Coffee. And he really feels that he's moped enough - the time has come to pick a fight with someone to sheer himself up.
A nice shouting match before dinner, that's the thing.