Wizards stood up from the circle of chairs and shuffled out the door, talking amiably amongst themselves. Snape brought his appointment card to the group’s therapist to sign. “Didn’t you get anything out of today’s session?” asked the ghost of Madam Pomfrey.
“One tick,” replied Snape, pointing. “Only forty more to go.”
The Wizengamot had given him a choice: therapy or prison time. After twelve weeks, he wasn’t sure which was worse.
“Next week, we’ll do trust exercises,” said Poppy. She smiled. “I’ll let you sit out—for now.”
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Date: 2015-05-20 03:04 pm (UTC)“See you next week, everybody.”
Wizards stood up from the circle of chairs and shuffled out the door, talking amiably amongst themselves. Snape brought his appointment card to the group’s therapist to sign. “Didn’t you get anything out of today’s session?” asked the ghost of Madam Pomfrey.
“One tick,” replied Snape, pointing. “Only forty more to go.”
The Wizengamot had given him a choice: therapy or prison time. After twelve weeks, he wasn’t sure which was worse.
“Next week, we’ll do trust exercises,” said Poppy. She smiled. “I’ll let you sit out—for now.”
“Thanks.” Snape nearly returned her smile.
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