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in_the_grass (in_the_grass) wrote in wished,

Severus glared up at him, his mouth set in a dead line. Big shoes, Potter's enormous head, and all the rest of it - the way that boy had molded his little friends to pull his stunts even when he was off fumbling around hundreds of miles away was nothing that he cared to remember. "I haven't forgotten," he said a little dangerously, drumming his fingers on his desk. "It hasn't been so many years." Since you were staring at your toes stuttering, he didn't say.

"I suggest you do. I am not interested in continuing to pay out to anyone incapable of pushing that pack of arrogant hellions into line. If you want to last longer than your predecessors, you have your work cut out for you." He opened his portfolio again, fully intending to signal that the visit was at an end. "For a start," he concluded, "you might tell the famous Weasley brothers that the first time one of their ridiculous products passes the door, I will consider it a personal affront. And act accordingly."