"Are you sure you want to know?" Severus asked, digging into the inner pocket of his coat to pull out a novel. He also drew his wand and brought the tip to a brilliant red like a brightly burning ember. "This is the future that was written for us. There are more but I didn't bother."
He offered it to Alecto.
"It's a script. A bloody tale, a work of fantasy, and it details everything. Curiosity had me reading it, but I'd burn it before I turned another page. Whatever we are or whatever it is? It won't rule me again. I'm tired of being the loser."
He sighed, the speed at which he walked having picked up in his upset so that his breathing was coming with some mild difficulty.
"I'd... meant to take you to a proper establishment, for a meal, but I need a drink. There's an Irish pub at the corner, I'm sure they'll have something you can eat and I can drink."