Disclaimer: No money made, but lots of time wasted. Character death of course, this is part 4.
Hermione regarded the Potions Master through surging emotions of grief and anger over Crookshanks death. Appearing daft was not the best avenue to achieve her ends. Bravery and provocation were the only tactics within grasp to get Snape to divulge information.
"Unicorn blood then," she stated shakily.
Snape's eyes narrowed while his impatience increased, "both forbidden and futile Miss Granger."
The dark wizard looked away, "those who imbibed it were not dead," his right hand brushing across the left forearm.
Taunting, he added, "No elixir of life exists since the destruction of the Philosopher's Stone. Was that your next query?"
Authors Notes:
Please indulge me and have patience with my first attempt at "plot driven fic." To Acadia-elle, author of the romantic "Incident in the Great Hall" here on FFN, I don't think I fear words. There are mechanisms to handle the words. My fear, alas, is crappy story telling. I thank you for saying I have mastered the 100 word challenge, and I suppose I stay within it for two reasons. One is comfort, and two is the form forces my attention deficit personality to be concise and not ramble on and on and on. I'll add that a third is a sense of completion, because each 100 word "chapter" should stand on its own.