Hello Again Severus.... Sirius sat near the window in his small study. Well, it was small by Snape Manor standards. It was still a ten by fifteen meter room filled with bookshelves, a desk, a fireplace, comfortable seating, and a stereo system of considerable size and power. He was under a laprobe, reading from a muggle book and glancing out of the window every now and again. It was dark outside, but his vision was a bit better than most. The chiming of the clock over the fireplace drew his attention to it and the time. Six thirty PM. Severus was by his own strict schedule, late. It was Friday night, and they had not spoken, mentally or otherwise, since dinner the Saturday before, the bloody fight not withstanding. He sighed, and recrossing his legs, continued reading as a House Elf arrived with a covered silver tray containing supper. "Leave it on the table," he said in a quiet tone, the then turned another page, and continued reading.
( And then... Severus returned home... ) Current Mood: gloomy