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[potionmaster]

Mundane,

I refuse. End of story. You will not throw me at the Potter boy again. You will NOT. I have made my wishes clear on this matter on many separate occasions and this is no different.

Harry Potter indeed. You make me sick.

Sincerely Not Yours,
S. Snape

Comments

[evy]

Throw you? That's awful violent of your writer, isn't it?

[And here is Evy, completely Not Getting It.]

[potionmaster]

Yes, throw me, as in make passes at the man despite his engagement to the Weasley chit. Seduce him! Now how in the hell is one supposed to do that to Harry Sodding Potter?!

Give me Lupin any day over the brat!

[evy]

Ah-- [...Well, that's not quite what she expected. But her surprise is quickly replaced with a huffy look.] Well, for heaven's sake, it was only a question. It's no reason to... to bellow at me like a raging rhinoceros! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! I think I feel more sorry for this other man, considering your barbaric behavior.

[potionmaster]

[And she gets an amused look in return.]

A raging rhinoceros? I have to admit that's new. Greasy git. Great bat. Utter bastard. Murderer even. Interesting.