Having already brazenly spent a week at Spinner's End, Iblis sat on the edge of the bed in that room resembling a miniature solitary confinement cell, lost in deep thought.
Though amusing herself by finding ways to torment Snape every day was quite delightful—and the sight of him utterly furious yet helpless, left with no choice but to stomp away and slam the door, always made Iblis laugh until her stomach hurt—she knew she would undoubtedly pay for it later. He would inevitably find all sorts of pretexts to exact revenge, forcing her to clean the dungeon or write essays.
Yet this fellow's life was shockingly monotonous and boring to the point of exploding. Aside from simply eating ready-made sandwiches, he didn't cook at all; after waking up early and drinking coffee, he would start reading the newspaper. For almost the rest of the entire day, he would either study Dark Arts books or brew potions down in the dungeon.
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