"Fucking positive, how many cunts are named Severus Snape in L.A.?" Theo stepped back, sitting the knife on the table, noting Draco’s pale pallor and offered him an encouraging smile. His dragon was doing well for his first torture session. Greg and Blaise watched indifferently, arms crossed. He had no idea how many people the two of them had killed overnight so that Theo could get to this piece of shit.