Severus snorted. "Evidently yer mate don't seem to understand there's more tah life then being a right git." Severus didn't even think about his accent, let alone his speech patterns. A poor boy from the north with a father like Tobias Snape, had grown up with all sorts of colorful language. He just had a mask to wear here. Cold. Indifferent. Uncaring... And as posh as possible.

He emulated Lucius, or at least tried to, in everything but personality. And popularity.

He thumbed through another chapter and then glanced up again. This time, he caught Remus looking at him with that silly grin on his face. Up went his eyebrows.

"'Ow's tonight fer a go then?"