To be fair it wasn't like Severus was particularly wanting for people to loathe. There were a few good candidates for 'most likely to gut him'. This was all a bit much, and she was overwhelmed, but the look he gave her provided ample distraction, and she couldn't help but glare.

Things were rubbish, but she liked whatever Regulus had to say almost as little as she liked her predicament. And she didn't like the way he regarded her - he looked at her almost like all of Severus's horrid friends did.

"Right. You've been very helpful," she lied. Her cup of tea in one hand, and her wand still glowing in the other, she gave him a nod. "Have a good evening." Not bothering to give him a chance to respond she turned, leaving the room.

At least he had been a diversion from the voices outside, however temporarily.