Severus Snape (![]() ![]() @ 2021-07-10 23:24:00 |
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While it was true that Snape didn’t dislike flying (and was even good at it -- although he’d mastered flight without a broom and saw no reason to go back in most cases) he did dislike the idea of a Gryffindor vs Slytherin showdown race. Particularly one that had been made up on the spot, a throw away idea because people couldn’t handle sitting in silence for the day or two that the hotel decided to be difficult - as Snape was learning it so often did. He’d spent basically the last twenty years in or near Hogwarts and Snape was...almost grateful for the time away from it, even if this place was odd and sometimes annoying beyond measure. So getting back into the spirit of a school they were no longer in wasn’t something he was in the mood for. Potions, on the other hand, Snape was always in the mood for. Working at distilling a dittany in a bedroom with very little equipment sounded like rotten work, and Severus was up for the challenge. He ought to be thanking Neville -- a man he’d decided he almost liked even if there were probably many reasons not to. And he might, well. But for now, he knocked. |