Hermione sighed, the name weighing on her mind, and dropped down on the floor in front the chair he was sitting in, resting her forehead on his leg. He continued to flip through the book and didn't acknowledge her.
"Severus, why does Rigel Altair want to murder you?" she whispered, not looking up.
"Why does anyone want to murder me?"
She sat up and glared at him. "Don't talk in circles!"
He sighed and reached out to gently touch her cheek. "He thinks I was the downfall of the Dark Lord for my divided loyalties."
"But Harry was."
"He's insane."