*Snape is torn; part of him doesn't want to be with Mr. Alpha Male, and he rather thinks that, particularly at this moment, he could be Alpha Male over Reg and Barty. He's not sure why that matters; technically, Wesley was unofficial leader of their group before. He's just so irritating right now. But...Wesley can possibly get him out of here, and that is a chance he just can't pass up. And even if it turns out to be bogus, he still has a greater chance of finding out what's gone on since his death if he follows Wesley. Snape stops long enough to fill them in on their plan.*
Pryce here thinks we can get out, if we can get to Dis. Dis is down two levels. _That's_ why we're headed down.
*He contemplates whether or not to give them his advice on how to more easily and less painfully free Barty. He wants to and yet, strangely, he'd rather laugh at their pathetic attempts to free themselves. For the first time, Snape really wonders about this ambivalence, but only briefly, as Wesley isn't likely going to wait for long. He decides to tell them in the end, though he's not sure if it's because he wants to help, or wants the satisfaction of pointing out the obvious.*
You know, running water has a way of melting ice. Why don't you wring your hair out over your shoulder or something, to help thaw Crouch?
*He turns away again and starts after Wesley, once more pondering his own--and Wesley's--unusual behavior.*
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Date: 2010-03-09 01:04 pm (UTC)Pryce here thinks we can get out, if we can get to Dis. Dis is down two levels. _That's_ why we're headed down.
*He contemplates whether or not to give them his advice on how to more easily and less painfully free Barty. He wants to and yet, strangely, he'd rather laugh at their pathetic attempts to free themselves. For the first time, Snape really wonders about this ambivalence, but only briefly, as Wesley isn't likely going to wait for long. He decides to tell them in the end, though he's not sure if it's because he wants to help, or wants the satisfaction of pointing out the obvious.*
You know, running water has a way of melting ice. Why don't you wring your hair out over your shoulder or something, to help thaw Crouch?
*He turns away again and starts after Wesley, once more pondering his own--and Wesley's--unusual behavior.*