his scowl deepened even further as a drop of juice/potion landed on his hand from the jagged motion.
torn between wanting to throw the drink all over severus or calm the banging timpani that had decided to take residence in the base of his skull. . .
"muggles aren't dirty."
“for muggles it’s cheaper than for wizards, but you’re not some dirty muggle with shaking hands from a week-long hangover, are you?”