*Snape has never played well with others or gotten the hang of playing along - however, he has always had a sharp sense for when he's being played. For every second Crouch stretches time out like silly putty, delaying and plodding and stalking, Snape can see the formations of a grander arc. Its details still unknown, but its mass stretching easily above him - foreboding and expansive. He isn't here to be read a bedtime story and somehow that sentiment becomes sound.*
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Date: 2011-09-01 01:40 am (UTC)I'm not here to be read a bedtime story.