"Perhaps, but not when you're shoveling your dirt onto my shoulders. I don't want to be the one stuck cleaning up your mess if you expire early." Snape stared into his glass, trying to discern from his own reflection whether he was incredibly tired or incredibly bored. The pits below his eyes pointed towards exhaustion, but but the corners of his mouth were tight with contempt. He tapped the rim of the glass and watched as his reflection dissolved into a ring of shimmering ripples.