"It's ah..." Severus paused, licking his lips, and he couldn't help remembering the forced smile when he'd mentioned a werewolf. But he was telling the truth, and if she actually came to the meeting, the way she'd just said she would, she would see that. Still, his cheeks warmed a little more. "A meeting for the magic users on the island," he continued then, with a slight shrug that quite belied his nerves.
As odd as it sounded, even inside his own head, he wanted her to ... approve of him, and suddenly, he couldn't help wondering if this was perhaps a delayed effect of the drugs they'd used on him. He fought that notion down, however, with a shake of his head. "We, ah, haven't used our differing types of magic in concert before, and as with any forms of energy, there might be possible interference. We'd like to determine if so before confronted with a battle scenario."