Title: Placid
"Is this the only existing picture of you, sir?" Harry asked with detached wonder.
Snape blinked, surprised, lip curling. "What if it is, Potter? Not everyone has the insuperable urge to see their pictures pasted all over the walls and newspapers."
"It's not a bad picture." The pale man in dress robes glared.
Snape opened his mouth, unsure of what scathing retort he could give to that, when Harry looked up.
"It's just as well," he said flatly. "After all, when Voldemort will finally get your sorry hide, it'll be the only positive thing for people to remember you by."