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[Who:] Severus Snape and Mozenrath [Complete]
[What:] Dealing and priority check.
[When:] Last night, after this meeting with Sirius.
[Where:] Mozenrath's room.
[Warnings:] Oh, the drama! None yet.

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[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath had decided against eating at dinner that night. He'd one. Served himself (angrily), sat down, and spent most of the hour staring at his plate as though it had wronged him somehow. His appetite was gone, however, even if part of his brain tried to tell him that he might feel a little better if he ate. It was as though he couldn't even smell it, that it was just a pile of odds and ends not meant to be consumed at all.

He hadn't expected the conversation he had with Snape to go the way it had. They had their fights before -- it was almost their most natural state of being. As it was, he was not especially accustomed to regretting things that he had said. Certainly, with Shego enough times, he'd pretended -- with her he'd allowed himself to think that sometimes he had to at least apologize or nothing would be normal ever again. Then he stopped doing that when he realized she would pretty much never extend him the same courtesy

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Snape bit his tongue against the onslaught of verbal abuse threatening to come tumbling out. He had known his inmate long enough that he could write an accurate transcript of everything he would say. "Go away." "Leave me alone." "I don't care." This wasn't unexpected - particularly not if Mozenrath really had been in there, sniveling - and he was going to keep himself under control.

He didn't know what he ought to do to handle this situation - not with this new obstacle. People cried because of some conscious effort on his part. With Martha as the exception to the rule, he had never unwittingly done this to someone. He had allowed Mozenrath to hurt him, and had bit back with the assumption that he was defending himself against someone who wouldn't care. He'd clearly been wrong. It annoyed him that he now felt a pang of regret.

He knocked again. Snape wasn't going to waste time with ultimatums. They were going to discuss this now.

[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath wasn't even relying on any peripheral senses at this point; he didn't care to know who it was, though Xerxes hovered just above the door looking concerned. He pushed away from it and strode further into the room, swallowing again to muster some control of his voice. Still his reply came out a little more shrill than he would have liked.

"I said go away!" he snapped.

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He heard Mozenrath move away from the door and stepped back, thinking he would open it - but the dismissal was repeated, instead. Snape looked sourly down the hall to the next door, mainly to ensure that a particularly self-righteous martyr of a warden had no intention of interfering or calling him out on what he was about to do.

No sign of Howie.

He tested the knob and found it unlocked. Well, that spared him the effort of blasting his way in. He drew his wand and opened the door - aiming, albeit loosely, at Xerxes rather than Mozenrath. He stepped into the room and shut the door quietly after himself.

"We will talk, Mozenrath."