Cyrus walked towards the bar, somewhat wearily, and picked up a glass of water. "It seems Miss Slytherin didn't arrogantly overestimate her alcohol tolerance this time."
Still wearing the same black robes, though the attire underneath was somewhat more formal. "You're here too, Professor!" The recent fatigue seemed to be instantly washed away as Cyrus looked with delight at Professor Snape, who was sitting by the bar sipping a glass of Firewhisky.
"How did you get here, Professor?" Cyrus sat down beside Professor Snape, gazing into his pitch-black eyes. She had always been fond of the color of Professor Snape's eyes.
Chapter 28