To be honest, he still remembered that the Dark Lord had invited the Death Eaters over today. The fact that he hadn't kicked open the doors of the Great Hall, grabbed his dear (emphasized) Dark Lord (gritting his teeth) by the collar, and dragged him off to settle accounts was already a massive effort to preserve the Dark Lord's dignity.
Severus's robes were buttoned all the way up to his chin. Only he knew what a decadent state he was in right now, his entire body covered in bite marks—heaven only knew why the Dark Lord was so fond of biting people.
His wrists and neck were chewed up completely, and his Adam's apple bore several distinct tooth marks. Severus gritted his teeth. "The Dark Lord must be feeling very pleased with himself right now."
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