*Snape drags himself up against the edge of the tunnel, pushing up against the rock and making himself as small as he can. He, too, has heard the voices and doesn't want to be noticed. He drags his cloak up and over the two of them, as if to blend in with the shadows and rock of the mine.*

I haven't healed completely from my original fall, *he whispers.* I would prefer a little more time, but I'm not sure we're going to get it.