 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Sabel simply glared at her. She had hit it again, that nerve. That nerve centered right over the heart of his summer. Muggles couldn't make potions. Did the woman even understand what potions meant?
His very expression conveyed how wrong he thought, and knew, she was as he slowly and deliberately sat down in front of her. Worry was momentarily replaced with irritation, such that he barely registered the anger in her eyes. If his house hadn't been on the line, he would have had quite a few more words for the woman, and even then, he wasn't sure he was going to care about some points by the end of it all.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |