"Go to hell you coward! Oh -- wait. You'll beat me there by a couple of years!"
Furniture is flying sliding about and the couchodile is just speeding things along as Snape's legs start taking a pummeling from a long, unhappy head. He manages to slide away, only to hear something over the din.
There is the tinkling of glass as a table with a small set of ingredients and equipment is upended in the chaos, and there are vials and broken glass and carefully collected herbs all over the floor now, going willy nilly.
Snape's eyes, beetle-black, fix on those broken items.
"Harry Potter brought me those, you motherless curr!" He snarls, rage only fueling his pain, eyes going dim, "DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD EARNED THAT WAS?"
He's trying to get up, but it's--slippery, hard to see, and there's that thing flopping about his apartment. Progress is minimal.
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Furniture is flying sliding about and the couchodile is just speeding things along as Snape's legs start taking a pummeling from a long, unhappy head. He manages to slide away, only to hear something over the din.
There is the tinkling of glass as a table with a small set of ingredients and equipment is upended in the chaos, and there are vials and broken glass and carefully collected herbs all over the floor now, going willy nilly.
Snape's eyes, beetle-black, fix on those broken items.
"Harry Potter brought me those, you motherless curr!" He snarls, rage only fueling his pain, eyes going dim, "DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD EARNED THAT WAS?"
He's trying to get up, but it's--slippery, hard to see, and there's that thing flopping about his apartment. Progress is minimal.