Snape felt a cold sense of anger, nearly involuntary, pass through him, but whether it was at himself or Lucius he couldn't say.
"A childhood friendship, no more," he said his voice disgusted sounding. "And believe me, I have seen the error of such sentimentality. If anything, she only managed to help clear my mind up about certain matters."
For a moment, the other day, he'd wondered if the Dark Mark had been because of her, if they had come for her, and he would admit to having been very much relieved to see her entry just after, although it had almost immediately vanished. He hated himself for it, but there it was, although he tried to tell himself it meant nothing.