(CR:SR)In Need of a Drinking Partner

[Apronia Silvanus]

At first Apronia's eyes upon his face were wide and vacant, but gradually they focused and her wand hand ceased its frantic twirling. She glanced back at the ghost, blanched, and refocused upon the Ancient Runes professor.

"I...I am sorry." her apology was as much to the professor as to the ghost. "I have a terrible history with ghosts, and do not take well to being startled."

[professorsnape]

Severus examined her skeptically for a moment, not entirely buying that explanation, but after a moment merely handed her a glass of whisky and watched her sharply for shakes as she eased back into her chair.

[Apronia Silvanus]

"You must think me an overly emotional...female." her imitation of the traditional chauvanist sneer was impressively accurate.

[professorsnape]

"I do not know what to think, therefore I think nothing of it at all." he said mildly.