With a huff, Narcissa refused to move from where she stood. She could tolerate this childish show if she had to. Severus apparently needed to stand tall and puff out his chest like some beast to feel important.
Though the man's explanation of his intentions was caustic, she felt little hurt due to the fact that it still meant Faustus's departure. "You are quite the hypocrite, you know," she said. "You claim I so poorly brought up Draco, and yet you have already expressed your care for him. Pardon my aggression, but I do take some credit for not only who my son used to be, but who he is today." No thanks to you. "Take your son, then. Today."
His insults were ignored. He had no right to criticize the way she stared when he was the one so trying to intimidate her with his stuffy black robes.
"Dare all you want, for you receive the same accusation." Her voice was slowly losing its sugar, becoming a subtle hiss not noticed by people outside of their conversation. What she did not understand, though, was how he seemed to already know what she thought of his actions. Really, she had not seen Severus around much firsthand, only assumed- and he was fully admitting to his own invasiveness. "You have your own son to bother with," she stated simply, "be HIS father."
She just barely twitched at the mention of The Dark Lord. Those times were not ones she wished to think about ever again. Still, she was too stubborn. "The Dark Lord is dead. Notice, Severus Snape, who remains alive. I do not claim to be stronger in strength or magic, but I do at least possess the ability to instill in others my knowledge without the radical advances that sealed his fate. Do you?" Her own words surprised her, really. Years before, to save her husband, she had silently obeyed Lord Voldemort as if his slave. Now, though, her life's own successes combined with her hatred for the name Snape made her brave...