The dungeon rang with the Slytherins' laughter, and an unpleasant smile curled Snape's thin mouth. To Harry's fury, he began to read the article aloud.
He was ironic and emotional, the tip of his tongue pressed between his teeth when he dialed the phone, and his voice broke when he turned impish, shrieking, " The Fonz wants to dance! "
He had an air of utter assurance, of displeasing insolence about him, and there was a twinkle of malice in his bold eyes as he stared at Scarlett, until finally, feeling his gaze, she looked toward him.