[ That infamous monotonous drawl of his is what makes her drop the act, if only briefly. There is really nothing quite like it, when it comes to grating her nerves. Maybe what gets her the most is that she is seething with envy at how Snape doesn't care to keep up with appearances.
Hermione, on the other hand, has to make sure that her reputation precedes her and that it remains pristine so that the donations don't stop coming in for all the causes she's got under her belt, and for the oldest wing at St. Mungo's gets the renovations it deserves. To have been bestowed the Honor of Merlin at the age of eighteen is really not all it's cracked up to be.
Her martini floats itself lower and lower until it's sitting on the table next to her name card and she follows suit, sliding into the seat next to him.
The hall is beginning to flood with people β important people β much to her dismay, neither Ginny nor her best friends are in tow. The crowd is growing and there's enough chatter around the room that their conversion will no doubt get drowned out, so Hermione takes a chance. ]
Regardless, I hope you've been well. [ Fake niceties, except this time, her lips are pursed in a tight line. ] Can we agree not to ever speak of That Incident in the presence of others? Or rather, perhaps we should take it to our graves and never speak of it again?
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[ That infamous monotonous drawl of his is what makes her drop the act, if only briefly. There is really nothing quite like it, when it comes to grating her nerves. Maybe what gets her the most is that she is seething with envy at how Snape doesn't care to keep up with appearances.
Hermione, on the other hand, has to make sure that her reputation precedes her and that it remains pristine so that the donations don't stop coming in for all the causes she's got under her belt, and for the oldest wing at St. Mungo's gets the renovations it deserves. To have been bestowed the Honor of Merlin at the age of eighteen is really not all it's cracked up to be.
Her martini floats itself lower and lower until it's sitting on the table next to her name card and she follows suit, sliding into the seat next to him.
The hall is beginning to flood with people β important people β much to her dismay, neither Ginny nor her best friends are in tow. The crowd is growing and there's enough chatter around the room that their conversion will no doubt get drowned out, so Hermione takes a chance. ]
Regardless, I hope you've been well. [ Fake niceties, except this time, her lips are pursed in a tight line. ] Can we agree not to ever speak of That Incident in the presence of others? Or rather, perhaps we should take it to our graves and never speak of it again?