Reluctant Colleagues | | notasquib
Severus paced the dungeon floor with particular vehemence following Minerva’s departure. It was outrageous that he should be burdened with that- that imbecile. Particularly on such an important project. It was bad enough they had hired him in the first place. The voice which whispered that ingredients from the greenhouses had been nothing short of immaculate since Longbottom’s appointment was easily drowned. As if he even needed a bloody herbologist to hold his hand through a brewing. He could do it blindfolded and Minerva ought to know that by now.
“I’m not taking any chances with a student’s health at stake, Severus.” Her scolding voice still lingered in his ears, staring him down with a note of censure in her glare that he remembered from his own school days. Though they may have been heads of rival houses, Severus had always known better than to cross McGonagall, nor had he particularly wanted to. He had great respect for the older witch, even if this, her latest plan, had all the hallmarks of one of Albus’s terrible notions.
Had he not been mistaken, there had been a familiar, damnable twinkle in the headmistress’s eye as she’d ordered him sternly to, “Make the best of it.” Severus grit his teeth as a knock sounded at the door to his private laboratory. “Yes, get on with it!” he groused irritably by way of invitation as he set about preparing the materials they would need.
