September 4 th , 1992
The air is grey and stale in that broom cupboard. "Get that damn envelope out of my face, Granger," he snarls at her, and the curse tastes good, though unfamiliar, on his tongue. "I'm not in the mood."
His pet snake had died the previous month, and he isn't ready to deal with any sort of bullshit yet.
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Eyes Open by: orphan_account
Fanfiction[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to...
