Severus glanced over at her before taking in the rest of the hall and pouring himself something that smelled like rather tepid coffee. "It's not bad, as holidays go." He had liked it, when he was in school. Of course it played into his tastes. "But I could give or take the feast. It's more suited to ... I don't know." It was darker than that. "Lurking about in graveyards, I suppose," he finished, with significant irony.