26. Morsmorde
Severus Snape was not habitual reader of the Daily Prophet by most means, reading its pages only at times when he felt the need to keep appraised of the things within the movable ink. Being up at Hogwarts preparing for the upcoming term, however , he was around other members of staff who were. It was there he happened upon the picture of the events at the Quidditch World Cup, the familiar ghastly shape shown above the ruined campgrounds a sight he had thought perhaps to never see again.
The Dark Mark.
He unconsciously rubbed his left arm as it lay hidden beneath the sleeve of his dark robe. Quickly stopping it once he registered he was doing so to try and avoid the looks from those who knew of his past. No need to raise suspicions within a group often engaged in needless chatter and gossip.
What did it all mean?
He dared not speak anything aloud, simply staying his quiet, non-personable self. Snape only knew that perhaps he needed to step up his attention. For the past three years seemed to be culminating towards an even deeper trouble for the wizarding world. Merlin help them all.