Firewhiskey and Conversation
II – What Is There To Say?
Her voice was soft over the crackle of the fire.
"Tell me about her."
He flinched.
"You wouldn't understand," he said bitterly.
"Try me."
"Bloody Gryffindors," he muttered.
"Oh, I'm not just any Gryffindor. I'm a nosy know-it-all." She smiled.
"Too right."
"Severus?"
Sighing, he stood up with his back to her, facing the fire.
"What is there to say? My mother married my father, they came to hate each other, she… died. That's all."
"What happened?"
"I found her on the kitchen floor. She drank poison. I was 12."
"Oh, Severus…"
"I don't want pity, Miss Granger!" he snarled.