Throwing her hood back over her head, she hastily scurried through the door way and removed her robe as soon as the fire had been lit. Not knowing what to do or if she needed to say anything, she glanced around at the others, awkwardly, finally resting on staring at Snape, who was currently drenched, head to foot, like the rest of them. Taking in his appearance, under the light of the new born flames, she saw that he wasn't as foul appearing as she once thought.
However the miserable sneer was still upon his face and he stood in a most unflattering way. |