(The two don’t talk for a considerable amount of time. Both sitting, both thinking.)

DRACO MALFOY: You weren’t there were you.

LOUISA SNAPE: When?

DRACO MALFOY: When he kills

LOUISA SNAPE: No. (pause)

DRACO MALFOY: So, it doesn’t bother you?

LOUISA SNAPE: Which bit?

DRACO MALFOY: All of it you are a Gryffindor living as a Slytherin. You can’t handle this. Or are you a Slytherin living as a Gryffindor?

LOUISA SNAPE: (tears in her eyes) When I am at the Manor I rarely attend meetings. I don’t see him or address him
as Voldemort. He is... my Father.

DRACO MALFOY: Even more intimidating than my father.

LOUISA SNAPE: (laughs) I did use it as a joke on someone once.

DRACO MALFOY: What did they do?

LOUISA SNAPE: They just thought it was a bad impression of you.

DRACO MALFOY: Oh.