"Straighter than mine," Severus grumbles. "He knew that threat was hanging without my saying so," he explains cheerfully. "I didn't have to tell him out loud; just the fact of my having cheek enough to ask laid everything out. You could see the possible futures unrolling behind his eyes."
"Did you find it for her, or was it an heirloom?"
"Very likely. Demons are notably long-lived; one would think they must. Well, assuming they have enough in the way of brains to be bored with."
Severus's eyes snap to him in annoyance. Fortunately, his eyes send messages to his brain faster than his ears to his mouth (at least when there aren't any Potters around), so he doesn't take points as reflex prods. Drily, he says, "Graphic, if not informative."
"Ohforgod'ssake," Severus mutters, and has another drink.
Nah, he's unfortunately sure that Harry's legitimate. Just very, very annoying. Eeeeeeee! My cats are too old to play. I was sitting here doing a bracelet and flinging threads around, and neither of them so much as tracked the flying stringy things with their eyes. Of course, I'm grateful for the lack of tangle, but is a bit sad.