Melancholia

"I'm going to sleep now, under this bleeding dark sky and wake up in the morning. Want to join me, Snape?" She is insane. And he has a headache. "No, thank you," he snaps at her and jumps to his feet. "I think I never want to see you again. Have a good night." Or maybe, she surveys the young man with hooded eyebrows, she would get to bed him when she sees him next.