"I have to go to work," Severus said suddenly, folding the paper.
"Answer me," Hermione demanded coldly. Her eyes had narrowed and the look on her face could pass as any Death Eater.
"Hermione, I need to go to work," he repeated coldly. He started to head for the door.
"Snape, don't walk out the door!"
He stopped in his tracks at her command. How dare she? He swung around to face her. The only feeling on his face and in his voice was pure anger. "You don't tell me what to do, dear wife." His tone was flat, but it dripped with vemon.