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Severus Snape (manofsecrets) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

Severus gave a shudder of relief when his body relaxed out of the spell, something that didn't help with the waves of pain that ebbed and flowed through him but at least allowed the adrenaline spike caused by the mere idea of being so helpless fade into nothing. He scowled at the offer of help but between the pain washing around inside him and the sharper stabs of pain from his hip, he knew he needed it. That didn't mean he had to like it though.

"Why are you here?" he said, his voice gravelly and sour and more insulting than he'd intended, his opinion on needing help and being in the infirmary in the first place not withstanding. He grimaced and waved his free hand at her to help him sit up. "The potions and the poison. What's going on?"

It was about then that he realised that she was holding his hand. Which wasn't unpleasant. He decided not to think about it too much.

"The birds," he said, less a question than a statement. "They were in my workroom."