Re: A Little Souvenir
A thin eyebrow rose in an elegant arch at Bellatrix's smile directed to him. There was nothing good in her good mood, that was sure, or maybe it was just Severus being grumpy as usual. It wasn't like there was much or anyone he liked anyway.
He kept the cup of tea in his lap, no intention in digesting anything in the Lastrange's home for now, he just needed it to warm up, and it was working enough.
The first words coming out of the woman's lips made him snort slightly. Soiree, right, as if she knew things of that elegance.
His spine straightened up a bit when the package was taken out, he felt a chill run up along it and he knew that meant nothing good. “Pettigrew had it?” he asked with clear contempt in his voice.