A/n: Thank you everyone who took the time to read and review my last drabble. It was lovely to hear from some new readers too. I'm so grateful to you all for sticking with this series – thank you. Wow, I'm nearly up to 200 reviews (how exciting) - I wonder if we can crack it before Drabble 50 posts. Oh, I promise it's not all angst from now on.
Drabble 49
He hadn't spoken to her in two days. He had avoided her like the plague and he knew she was doing exactly the same. He couldn't recall a time that they had purposely gone without speaking to each other. In the past, they had stopped conversing because of some mission or another but never because of an argument. He had no intention of seeking her out and apologising for he felt his actions were completely appropriate considering the circumstances. She would have to eat humble pie and find him.
He conducted his nightly rounds swiftly and was about to make his way back to the dungeons when he heard several pairs of footsteps approaching. Students out of bed and he sincerely hoped they would be Gryffindors. Perhaps taking many points from her cubs would make her seek him out.
He stood still in the middle of the corridor waiting for the students to round the corner. To his delight, Harry Potter appeared along with a Ravenclaw student, Marietta Edgecombe. Oh he would doubly enjoy taking points from them both on this night. He was about to reprimand them when she appeared from around the corner as well. On closer inspection, he noticed the three of them seemed to be covered in dust with pieces of masonry caught in their hair.
"What seems to be the problem, Professor McGonagall," he asked her formally.
"There's no problem, Professor Snape," she answered as she ushered the student's past him. "I trust all is well after your rounds."
"You're bleeding," he said with concern as he noticed a small graze on her cheek. He stepped forward and raised a hand to her face to examine the graze but she took a step back from him and looked pointedly towards the students who were waiting for her.
"It's nothing," she told him. "I must get on and get Mr Potter and Miss Edgecombe back to their rooms. Goodnight Professor Snape."
"Goodnight, Professor McGonagall," he answered her as he turned to watch her shepherd the two students down the corridor and away from him.
