Snape paused, his sandwich still in hand. He thought of his usual gifts—mostly offerings meant to curry favor or grease the wheels of mutual interest—and then glanced at the gift Alistair had brought himself. For a moment, he fell silent.
"Why aren't you denying it? Now you're going to make me sad," Alistair said, feigning heartbreak.
Snape let out a huff. "You hardly look like you're about to weep."
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