 Snappish Viva Buymoria! Love you Twin!
For Sierra,
85. Snappish
Severus strode from the dungeon classroom with intent. He needed to reach the staff lounge before Minerva and definitely before Flitwick. That little runt had better have left some coffee.
His sneers forged paths through the students. He knocked Sinistra over on the staircase, cursing at her. He grunted past Hagrid and into the lounge.
"Good morning, Severus," Minerva chimed, handing him a steaming cup.
"What a glorious day," Filius added, sharing a knowing grin with her.
Severus glared at them and took his coffee as he left the room. He disliked losing bets on quidditch. It made him snappish.
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