"Different because impressing him was just job-evaluation fodder," he says sulkily. "Everyone had to do it so he knew how best to use us. That was standard and obligatory; it wasn't personal."
"Non-vampiric," Severus says, in a look how mature I am for not sticking out my tongue voice. "Is my point." Rus had been so dark pre-Azkaban that afterwards he'd only looked grey, not white, until he got his color back. He sighs. "Oh, all right, small ones," he emphasizes, laying out in his head both a budget for the night and three different more and less believably 'random' scoring patterns to follow depending on how good Rus turns out to be at this point.
He nods, and says in a nostalgic tone, "We had seven straight years of green, though."
Eh, was only a few inches above his wrist showing anyway. Sorry I missed you! Was at a birthday party and didn't get back until 10:30. Should be back from class tomorrow by 9:30, and anytime Tuesday. Ahh. Fun! (g) Then, yes, Xel will definitely feel that.