The door opened with a hissed "what do you want?’ before Snape’s eyes narrowed at the air. Harry and Hermione pulled the hood down, careful to keep their faces as emotionless as possible, Harry did well but the fear in Hermione’s eyes was plain as day. Snape was about to snap at them, yell at them for using that bloody cloak, make a comment about how it was no surprise that James son would be arrogant enough to use the object, but then his eyes connected with Harry’s emotionless green and he knew that this wasn’t the time. He stepped back as if to provide enough room to close the door, but the tilt of his head told them otherwise and they slipped in as Snape spoke into the hall as if reprimanding someone for playing doorbell ditch on him.