Theme # 85: Snappish


Savage was exceedingly snappish, today. It was clear he had had a bad night at home, and was attempting to crush the annoyance, by being an all-around idiot, at work.

"Shut up, Savage," Tonks said, exasperated, as her patience finally wore thin after he had yelled at her for the fifth time in the past ten minutes; and, picking up the nearest object - a book - she threw it at his head, to keep him quiet.

Savage ducked, of course. "You're acting very immature today, Nymphadora," he growled.

"I must have learned it from you," Tonks pointed out, dryly.