"Right now, I’m going to continue to read my book. You may sit quietly where you are – settling down onto your heels is fine – or you may at any point you desire head out the door by the kitchen and go home." She sat back, resting her weight on her feet to take the pressure off of her knees, and waited. "Very well," he replied. He then picked up his book, turned to the page he’d left off at, and continued reading. They remained that way for what felt like hours, him reading quietly to himself and her kneeling on the floor in front of him, the only sound being the shift of the pages as he turned them. Hermione had long-since lost sensation in her feet when she felt an indication that she needed to void. She inwardly cursed herself for having had such a large cup of tea that morning and shifted subtly to try and distract herself. Snape did not look up but continued reading. Eventually, the sensation was impossible to ignore.