*Snape's level of pain is difficult to read; he tolerates physical pain fairly well. His headache is very minor compared to some of the other maladies that have afflicted him since his arrival, and he has become used to-though not happy about-the comings and goings of Hell's torments.*

It feels like there's a storm ahead. I've never known a storm to occur here before. Of course, I've never wandered this far from the center before, either,

*he adds wryly.*