Challenge: Professor Quirrell
Word Count: 100
Severus reared back, teeth bared in what came perilously close to a snarl. “If you're mad enough to think I'm going to assist you in this folly - “
“You're the obvious choice.”
“Not when it comes to this.” Severus' right hand slapped around his left forearm by instinct. The Mark hadn't burned in years and God willing would never burn again, but his skin tingled with remembered pain. “If you want to waste your sabbatical, be my guest. I'll be here, doing my job.”
Quirrell stared. “Of course you will,” he said, spun about, and was gone.