"It can look after itself for a change," Rus tells him severely. "You've done quite enough already."
"Maybe it's part dragon," he says nonchalantly, ignoring such things as basic (or magical) biology.
The three of them huddle together at the bar, T2 already having downed a pint to try and erase the memory of Severus and school from his mind.
"Well of course they were!" Rus explodes. "He's a muggle! He sighs. "Because that's what we have to do to make it work. I'm better at it than you. You have to sort of be non-threatening and then...POW!" Rus swings his fist. "You close in for the kill." He eyes the three at the bar. "Let's just play. They'll pretend not to notice but that one won't be able to resist what he thinks he can get from us. We'll let him come to us. You know," he goes on, "I never knew I could throw darts like that with my eyes closed. If I give you mine, would you make more shapes?" He nods to the bar and grins.
Oh yeah! I'd forgotten. Can't imagine why I'd forget that. ;) From the first instant I read a description of Severus Snape, it was Alan Rickman all the way. Thank god the universe got that one right! Um, please tell me you're joking!! No, of course you aren't. Ye GODS! That sounds like a bad Scooby-Doo episode!! *joins you in weepage*