If states of minds had colours, Severus' would be red and whatever colour connoted a great sense of foreboding and anxiety. As he checked the nooks and crannies in the room, such as underneath the beds and in the wardrobes, there were countless questions running through his mind. Where was the second kid? Was his intel wrong? Was the kid not here tonight? What would his punishment be?
His face paled, if that was even possible. He hurried through the house to seek Rabastan, although still keeping quiet in case the child had somehow heard the two intruders and was hiding somewhere. There was no sound. Just himself.
"Lestrange, where the fuck is the other kid?" he hissed, venom pouring from his every word. It wasn't Lestrange's fault, but Snape was angry at what may have been his careless mistake. He was sure though, that everybody was meant to be in that house that night. He knew this had been too easy. Everybody merely sleeping? What an easy job!
"Have you heard anything that might indicate they're still here?"