*Snape is grateful that Wesley has forced him to stop; he stares at his mangled hands, torn and bleeding. It takes a moment for Wesley's question to sink in.*
I haven't given it much thought.
You have something dangling from your left ear; I think it flew there when I was digging.
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Date: 2010-01-20 06:01 pm (UTC)I haven't given it much thought.
You have something dangling from your left ear; I think it flew there when I was digging.