Chapter Six
The great hall was noisy as Severus sat down for breakfast, alone, on the far end of the Slytherin table. He was getting used to this routine: get up early – earlier than his house-mates – douche and dress quietly, and sit on his bed with the curtains closed around him, wand clutched in his hand. He’d listen as everyone else rose and got ready. Occasionally, someone from Avery’s group (a minority group, now that Slytherin was in the bottom of the running for the House Cup due to their behavior) would taunt him from the other side of the smaragd, emerald drapes, but rarely did anything...
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