Snape had returned, and he was in a foul mood the rest of the day, unable to use his magic due to using it all on two large trips over a long distance. He couldn’t do his usual hocus-pocus, the others had noticed. It didn’t escape the attention of Rick, Shane and the Dixons that Snape had no issues with doing things the ‘muggle’ way as he had grumbled about, while clearing out a Nissan Xterra and finding a large machete under the front seat. “Severus, over here.” Rick said, waving Snape over to help with a beat up black Subaru Forester, the last vehicle that had to be moved before they would be clear and could move on further to the CDC. Snape moved silently, having abandoned his jacket and vest, dressed only in his white dress shirt and …show more content…
His shirt was covered with blood and dirt, but the Toledo Mud Hens was an apropos team to be rooting for, considering the mud that covered their vehicle. “Relative of yours?” Merle snorted, nudging Snape and tapping his nose. Snape chose not to reply, scowling at the driver instead and waving his wand surreptitiously. The tiny motion was just enough to send Merle a zap of static electricity, Merle squeaking like a squirrel. “Severus!” the driver exclaimed, his arms wide as he ran over to Snape, Merle sputtering in anger and stalking off, grumbling to Daryl about ‘witchy nonsense’. The driver’s nose twitched slightly, sniffing at the air as he reached Snape, Rick and Shane. His smile was sharp and predatory. A dark shadow of something danced in his eyes, promising danger and death for whomever dared to wake it. His thin and wiry build was all bones and sinew, thin and taut muscle was stretched along his body, giving him a lean and hungry appearance under a brown cardigan, his outfit ripped from the closet of Ned