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"I would remind you that I am the Headmaster of this institution.”
“Oh, are we now just trading random facts with each other?” Hermione asked breezily. “Should we go round the table, in a circle? In this direction, then?” she drew a slow arc at Severus’s immediate left with her hand, conveniently landing on herself.
“Hmmm, very well,” she hummed, pressing her index finger to her chin in a caricature of contemplation. “Oh! I know! I have that gene—you know, the one that makes cilantro taste all soapy?”
Severus looked thoroughly unmoved at this bit of information.
“I am the Headmaster of this institution, Professor Granger. And your boss.”
“Are we just repeating our random facts?” she looked at him with mock confusion. “Okay: I still have that soapy cilantro gene. The very same one I had, you know, just thirty seconds ago.”
Severus let out a sharp, hard exhale.
“Even during the Carrow occupation I was treated with more respect than this,” he muttered to himself.
“Yes, well, that was during a fascist coup,” Hermione reminded him.
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- Part 2 of Pranks