'Christ, Rosmerta! Am I not sitting here, ordering a huge pile of your delicious food for the werewolf? And I'm sure I'm going to pay more than a Sickle for that.' He glared and almost shouted after her, 'and I'm looking splendid! We just don't have similar tastes!'
'I tell you,' Severus said, still grinning, 'if that woman had decided to be the next Dark Lord, we'd all be her serfs now. What a pity I'm not interes-' Severus closed his mouth with a snap. 'I suppose I can get most of my meals here, until the kitchen is done. Now... you. You survived because of Poppy?' Severus' smile disappeared. War was serious business, and even if Severus didn't want to hear any more about the war, he needed to find out what had happened to people.