SPAM OF RIDICULOUSNESS.

[alcoholit]

[ooc: Bernard has noticed this.]]

[A copy of Twilight comes flying across the book fort, hitting the bookshelves next to where Snape is sat.]

Stop talking to him, dammit!

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Woopsie.

[emptyyourself]

[Snape jerks aside, startled, dropping the journal in the process.]

He started it!

[alcoholit]

[Bernard sighs and picks up another book... just in case]

Then be the bigger man! [Pause. Wait, that didn't work.] He's an evil bastard.

[emptyyourself]

[He closes his journal carefully, pointedly not making eye-contact.]

He seemed all right to me...

[He decides against saying anything else, however. Bernard has enough ammunition to kill him with books.]

[alcoholit]

[Bernard hits his head on the book in his hands in frustration]

He's not. He's worse than Voldemor... well, worse than your Dumbledore and a charming bastard to boot.