True, the Potter brat was a little annoying, taking far too many chances with both his own life and the lives of those around him ........ But he was not a liar, nor was he SLYTHERIN enough to understand the intracies that came with such a lie.
Of course, it was always possible that the madness had already overtaken him, and he knew not what he said was wrong. But ........ The fear in his eyes was entirely too sane, to ........ Potter.
Everybody here had been changed by the madness, in one form or another -- and not just when the said madness took control of them. Even in their most sane of moments, they were not as they had once been. They never should be, again. But Potter ........ In him, nothing had changed. He remained EXACTLY the same.
And perhaps, is was the insanity of his explanations that made them so much easier to believe. After all, who could COME UP with something like that?
Leaning back in the armchair he was currently taking up residence in, Severus watched the boy before him in silence for a couple more minutes, smirking at the way the boy squirmed under his intense gaze. Exactly the same as before.
Glancing away and toward the door, Severus frowned as a light knock suddenly sounded, brow furrowing in confusions as he stood and approached the said door. Who in the world ........?
Shaking his head in confusion, Severus hesitated half a second before opening the door, an unpected thrill running through his system. It had just been so long since somebody had done something so ........ NORMAL as to knock on his door. Usually, the only person he saw was Draco, and he just barged his way in, not waiting for an invitation.
Lips thinning in anger at the thought that HE would be frightened of such a mundane thing, Severus jerked the door open forcefully, a scowl firmly set in place.
A scowl that quickly turned into a frown. Before him stood a man, possibly in his late 30s to early 40s, with waist-length black hair pulled ino a loose braid behind his back. He wore simple muggle clothing; a loose pair of faded blue jeans and a white shirt under an open wizard's robe, and what looked to be dragon-hide boots peeking out from under the jeans. So, a muxture of Muggle and Wizarding culture, then.
The man's eyes widened in surprise as the door opened, as if he hadn't expected anybody to asnwer to his knock.
Kayne gave himself a mental shake, smiling at the oddly familiar man before him.
Before he could introduce himself, however, (only having time to open his mouth in preparation to speak), the dark-haired, pale-skinned man before him spoke.