"Isn't this interesting? Two old friends, having a fireside chat," Snape drawled, his beetle black eyes flashing dangerously. "Perhaps I could join this little tea party?" he inquired. "Yes, I'm quite ecstatic to see you both, but I've got to agree with your friend Wellington here. What's keeping you? The tea is growing rather cold," Slowly, Severus moved toward the fire, inflicting his wrath into each step that he took closer toward the Wellington woman, whom he so detested, and Dante Luna, who irked him, though not as much as Charna Wellington did so effortlessly.
"You never cease to be an ass, do you?" Dante muttered, adding something rather nasty to him under her breath, as he took a seat at one of Charna's high-backed armchairs, that appeared the fantasy out of some old Gothic book. Softly, he chuckled. "Interesting proposition, Luna, but I'll have to decline. You see, you're too far away, and why would I waste my time when I have Wellington here?" he raised his eyebrows, gesturing with a sallow hand to Charna's back.
"Out, Severus. Now," Charna ordered, standing quickly, as if she wanted to evict an unruly child from a lesson. Behind her, Dante watched, amused to see whether or not Charna would actually do something she had been threatening to for years, which was to disembody him, limb by limb. With surprising, serpent-like speed, Charna drew her wand and pointed it directly between his eyes. An angry flush rose in her pale cheeks, though the color drained from Snape's face, rather dazed by the reaction.
When he regained his composure, Snape smiled - a sickeningly false smile that further enraged Charna. "Temper, temper Wellington," he teased, keeping his eyes on her wand at all times. "I shall have the pleasure of dining with you both, three meals a day for the next nine months," he remarked, rising from his chair with Charna's wand still trained between his eyes.
Charna rolled her eyes, her impatience increasing by the nanosecond. "Out, Severus. Now," she repeated. "Or I shall disembody you, and cast your guts into the corridor. I don't imagine Filch would fancy cleaning that, so you had better get going." Having proven his point, Snape obliged. When he was outside of the office, he realized once again how dangerous of a person the Wellington woman could be, with her mood swings. Women, Snape thought to himself, as he weaved his way through the labyrinth of passages that would eventually lead him back to his sleeping quarters. His robes billowed around him as he walked, feeling particularly victorious.
Breathing to steady herself, Charna turned back to the fire, but Dante was gone.