"Snape?"
As one of the central figures of that morning's farce made his appearance, Narcissa Black took one look at Severus's state and Regulus's expression, and prudently excused herself from the Common Room.
The moment he pushed the door open and caught sight of Regulus, Severus's brow furrowed so deeply it could have crushed a Bowtruckle. Averting his gaze and pretending not to hear the younger boy, he strode past him without breaking stride.
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