"After all, it's not like she can do anything. It's simply too late. That's no slur on you, Severus," she added, noting Snape's guilty look, "I'm sure...you did everything you could."Snape had done everything possible, but that had not been much. Dumbledore had collapsed instantly after drinking the potion, his own hands at his throat as he strove to breath. Snape had ripped from his neck the bezoar which hung on a chain, and forcing the headmaster's trembling jaws wide, shoved the object into. Once Tessa was done, she handed it back to Night Wolf. ‘Thank you,’ she murmured, moving away from him. Night Wolf nodded and walked toward the fire he’d built, banking it for the night. He then made his way over to the horses he’d taken from his enemies, brushed them down and hobbled them for the night. He gathered a few more buffalo hides that were big enough to serve as blankets and brought them back to the fire. He spread them out, uniting them with his own, and motioned for the girls to. Everywhere she looked screamed ‘look at me.’ And she wanted to look at everything, but more importantly she wanted to experience it. At twenty-five she had achieved more than anyone else in her family ever expected. College was a luxury and she had made it with the help of scholarships, something her parents wished they could have helped with but couldn’t. With three courses shy of graduating from a small private college outside of Portland, she had moved back to Seattle on a whim to pursue. ‘What does the rest of the evening hold for you Matt?’ I asked. ‘One more appointment this evening and then home.’ He replied. Ebony asked him if he was married and he revealed that his wife had recently moved in with another guy so as far as he was concerned, his relationship was more or less over. ‘You’ll be going home to an empty house then.’ I said. ‘Not quite,’ He replied, ‘She left the cat with me.’ He said it in a humorous kind of way but I detected a hint of bitterness in his voice. I.