Severus Tobias Snape was not at all impressed.

How could the girl be so stupid?

Running after the Dark Lord himself, simply because she'd lost her self respect.

And here he thought she was intelligent. Some "brightest witch of her age," she was.

The silly little chit needed to pull herself together.

Pronto.

Her loss of the red haired Weasley boy was not all that was fuelling her stupidity right now, and he needed to find out what her problem was and help her fix it.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

This war was about to get longer than was necessary.

He picked up a bottle of Odgens Old Firewhiskey and skulled half of it back, consequences be damned. He didn't even feel it go down anymore. Sighing once again, he thought better of his decision and accioed a hangover preventative. Tomorrow was going to be especially long if he had to start training Miss Granger and he didn't need a hangover on top of the migraine she was sure to give him.

A shower was definitely in order.

And then he'd go to bed.

Poppy's bloody potions could wait one more day -those dunderheads ought to know better than to throw themselves off of brooms sticks and get into fights in the halls- and he'd be damned if Albus wanted a report right this needed this one night to himself, so shower he did.

You can imagine his annoyance when he stepped out of the bathroom a good half hour layer to find a silver blue dragon patronus, which spoke.