She needed an outlet, a distraction. And what better distraction than the Snape variety she had come so thoroughly to depend on in the past few weeks? Reaching up with a sigh, she activated her collar and it wasn’t long before he appeared in the living room. His dark eyes swept around the room, taking in the articles and notes spread across the table as well as her expression of dismay and her tense posture and his eyebrows furrowed.