[ He's on his feet and near the door when she makes the poker remark - he's sort of running away, but he's not hiding; he's exposed enough of himself here to be absolved of hiding from anything. Severus just needs to recharge. Desperately, at this point.
He looks over his shoulder. ]
Alright, you're shite at cards.
[ Door opens. Severus steps out. If he smiles she can barely catch it before it closes again, and he Disapparates. ]
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He looks over his shoulder. ]
Alright, you're shite at cards.
[ Door opens. Severus steps out. If he smiles she can barely catch it before it closes again, and he Disapparates. ]