[ Snape creates papers from thin air, and Erik can’t help but eye him with trace suspicion before he reaches to take them.
‘Magic.’
He reads in silence after forking the last bite off his plate into his mouth, brow hooded low, then lower. He turns all the way to the fifth page only to go back to the first. ]
This is barely coherent, [ he observes, helpfully. ]
no subject
‘Magic.’
He reads in silence after forking the last bite off his plate into his mouth, brow hooded low, then lower. He turns all the way to the fifth page only to go back to the first. ]
This is barely coherent, [ he observes, helpfully. ]