"You would think after all the torture they gave you during school, you would much rather burn this room," Stepping into the room, heels crunched under old newspaper clippings and what other rubbish might be laying about on the ground. Plucking a few pieces of paper from the ground, lips curled into a sneer once more. "instead of getting nostalgic, and ruffling through them."
Turning a few of the letters, she came across the picture that Severus previously tore in half, "I do." Arching a brow towards the former professor, Alecto just tipped the papers and pictures into the fireplace. The sound of the dried, and old papers crackling and disintegrating was bliss to her ears.
"So, if you're not snooping, and you're obviously not paying your respects... what are you doing up here?" It was simple question, and her gaze glanced down to the papers on his lap.