He shrugs. "Well, I wouldn't put it past her to have been trying to keep me out of trouble. Of course he was afraid; common sense, as I said. At any rate, he didn't force me to threaten him, which I appreciated."
Severus's face does not betray a trace of how gaudy he'd thought the thing was. He just nods, letting Rus reminisce on.
He gives an eyebrow shrug. "Who knows."
Severus makes a face. "Some people settle for gingerbread men in effigy," he mentions, amused.
Severus is still coughing--and quite legitimately, as it happens--but manages a muttered, "Grandstanding," between convulsions.
As opposed to the brat. My cat is insane. With vast tracts of open bed to sleep on, she chooses to lie down on an open pair of scissors. n,n;;;