-1Molly Weasley glared coldly across the battered kitchen table of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place at one Severus Snape.An icy smirk graced his thin lips when he caught her eye; his last barb had hit its mark. They glared violently across the table at each other throughtout the rest of the Order meeting and retreated separately when it was over.
She stalked through the house loudly in her rage, allowing the anger to seep out through the stomping of her large feet. Nasty, vile, old bat, she mentally cursed, Can't bother my potions, but he's got enough time to insult my family! I'll show him! Calling my darlings immature brats, the nerve! She mentally screamed in frustration, And insulting my husbands work too! That nasty old man!
Her rampage had brought her to the foot of the back staircase and she stopped in alarm, having meant to go the opposite way. Feeling like a criminal about to break into the Louvre , she glanced about for witnesses to her would-be crime. Severus had remained downstairs for a drink with Dumbledore and would not return upstairs to his room for at least another ten minutes.
Surreptitiously she took the first step up the stairs and when it did not squeek or moan, she rushed up the entire first flight. Vengeance was in her heart and mind as she sidled down the dark hall towards the twins room on the way to Severus's quarters. She was going to put a slippery frog in his silky bed, a slimy companion for the night.
"Immature hah!" she whispered into the darkness of the hall, "I'll show him immature!"