@hiddenspyofloyalty has a few questions.
“It’s not that large of a room, Severus-- I’m j-just standing here. It’s n-not like I was in the middle of rooting through your stores! I know you d-don’t like me very much, but d-drawing unflattering c-conclusions from nothing is j-just silly.”
He flinched as though he expected Snape to lash out, and subtly inched away from the cupboards. Curse Severus and his well-founded paranoia. Quirrell had been trying for weeks to get Hagrid-- that half-breed, that dirty, clumsy oaf-- to tell him how to get past that dog of his, and he had been sure that a few drops of veritaserum would do the trick. Quirinus was notoriously unskilled in making potions, but he could have muddled through it if he had been able to get Jobberknoll feathers from Snape’s collection.
He would have to come up with something else entirely. If the ingredient went missing now, Severus would know precisely who had taken it.
“I’m s-s-sorry, Severus, I was just wondering! ...I-- suppose I ought to be leaving. It’s quite clear you don’t want me around.”
