[Snape walks by, a book under his arm and his head bowed. He's wearing a t-shirt now, and a large palm frond floats over his head, shading him from the sun.

He stops for a moment as a crab with an ashtray on its back scuttles by. He watches it go, then studies its trail in the sand. On the other end is a miserable-looking boy on a beach towel.

Snape scrutinizes him momentarily, and says nothing.]