Snape walked quickly and silently down the dark corridors, sensing someone hiding – a student – but not in the mood to do anything about it. He walked further down and made sure he was alone before scowling fiercely. Dumbledore wanted to get him back with the old gang, did he? Oh, and McGonagall not only thought he need WAMC, but also thought him childish. But Black? No. Black gets shake of the head and a pat on the back for producing the Black House for Headquarters.

Damn Black. Damn Evans. Damn Potter. Damn the Dark bloody Lo

Snape slipped, having stepped on the hem of his robes. He cursed under his breath and waved his wand ahead of him, casting a spell that should fill the whole corridor with an ought-to-be glowing yellow light. But the light that erupted from the end of his wand was a peculiar red-grey light. Snape scowled. He knew he was angry and annoyed. He did not need light to tell him that. But it was light nonetheless.

Satisfied with the fact that he could now walk straight without tripping, Snape returned to his thoughts.

Damn the Dark Lord.

Snape all but marched into his room, flung the door shut and jumped when he saw piece of parchment floating in the air in front of him, accompanied by a single red and gold feather. Snape glared at it and walked past it, ignoring it as it followed him noiselessly. Bloody Dumbledore. He was just in his office. Why had he sent him Phoenix/Fawkes post?

Nothing for it. He'd have to revert to his Smashing Scheme.

He flung a trapdoor open, pulled out a vase and an expensive looking gold and crystal frame and placed them in the middle of the large room. He pointed his wand at the vase first and let out a Shattering Spell, as powerful as a small Muggle bomb had it not been controlled. He then made the frame explode and looked at all the fragments.

OK. So maybe McGonagall did have a point with the WAMC.

He repaired both with a careless flick of his wand. He turned to find the message hovering patiently.

"Fine!" he muttered and wrapped his fingers around the feather. Warmth tingled in his hand as Fawkes' feather recognized him. Snape reached out quickly with his other hand and grabbed the parchment before it fell.

            Severus–

                                    Stay calm. I am sorry.

And Severus, Romani quidem artem amatoriam invenevunt. Take their lead, and always vide et carpe diem.

Die dulci fruere.

            Albus.

Snape snorted. So random! Why did he care about the Romans? And Dumbledore and his Latin. He was absolutely brilliant at Latin, as he was everything else, but insisted in never sticking with one language. It was rather irritating. And his bloody phrases! Always has one at hand. Today's happened to be "See and seize the day". And WHY the "have a good day"?? IT WAS NIGHT! He chucked the parchment into the fire and crumpled the feather in his fist. He breathed heavily.

He really, really should consider WAMC.