I can hear the taps being turned on. I’ll just wait here for the water to heat.
“Get up, Snape!” I do wish he’d be quiet – I was having a nice kip. Rough hands. Cold, cold water!
“Merlin-on-a-stick!” I try to crawl out of the shower but he’s holding me in. Shite! “Black…” I blink water out of my eyes furiously, “You’re first on my dance card when the homicidal rampage s-starts.”
LMAO! With the freezing, drenched robes clinging, I could only imagine a long-haired black cat, doused and spitting, LOL Love these incarnations, even the broken, substance-abusing Snape. And I love Lupin's calm, natural rapport, answering questions that have only been hinted at.