[Your face isn't the professional response, as accurate as it might be, and she's on nowhere near good enough terms with Snape to make it anyway. She isn't interested in giving any impression at dismissal, even if it would help somewhat with her reaction, the twist in her gut and barely perceptible pause in her step.
The latter could just be in having an actual direction in where she's walking to, anyway.]
You've allowed Medical to release the files of your injuries for investigation. [She slides the tablets up into a level hold as she says it, approaching him, the damage to his face only becoming clearer with each step.] I need your direct permission for Security to access them.
I did. [ Severus extends his hand to take the offered items. ] Do you want to sit?
[ A nod to one of the central tables, which clearly exists for the purpose of lunch breaks or something similar. Up close, his injuries are more unsettling than gory - what should be clean white in his left eye is still partially red, and pink lines criss-cross skin where gouges and slices have mercifully closed. He'll probably be fine in a week, but it's important to keep everything maintained until then.
He will tick all boxes and initial on all lines, even if it does take him a moment of staring to figure out what he's supposed to do with this thing. ]
I'm well aware it was Black, for the record. [ His voice is wry, not angry. More tired than anything. ] And I know it wasn't deliberate.
[She nods, even though she isn't sure she wants to sit, really. Being on her feet seems steadier, eases some of the crawling sensation on her back, the feeling like there could be something stalking up behind her at any moment. She forces herself not to check as she take a seat. She really hates the Science Department.]
Xavier came to see me.
[She says, after a pause. She'd been waiting for Snape to add something more, something along the same lines as Xavier had: it wasn't deliberate, but still a part of the problem, worthy of some action. She hadn't disagreed.]
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The latter could just be in having an actual direction in where she's walking to, anyway.]
You've allowed Medical to release the files of your injuries for investigation. [She slides the tablets up into a level hold as she says it, approaching him, the damage to his face only becoming clearer with each step.] I need your direct permission for Security to access them.
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[ A nod to one of the central tables, which clearly exists for the purpose of lunch breaks or something similar. Up close, his injuries are more unsettling than gory - what should be clean white in his left eye is still partially red, and pink lines criss-cross skin where gouges and slices have mercifully closed. He'll probably be fine in a week, but it's important to keep everything maintained until then.
He will tick all boxes and initial on all lines, even if it does take him a moment of staring to figure out what he's supposed to do with this thing. ]
I'm well aware it was Black, for the record. [ His voice is wry, not angry. More tired than anything. ] And I know it wasn't deliberate.
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Xavier came to see me.
[She says, after a pause. She'd been waiting for Snape to add something more, something along the same lines as Xavier had: it wasn't deliberate, but still a part of the problem, worthy of some action. She hadn't disagreed.]
Do you know what it looked like? Your painting.