Snape's torment of Sean lasted a full week. During that time, driven nearly mad by the rectum of that rotten Siamese catfish smeared with pus and tissue fluid, Sean tried his previous threat again.
"If you keep this up, I'm going to sleep with Daisy."
Who would have thought that the old bat had learned his lesson? With a single paper-crane message, he summoned Daisy to his office.
"Mr. Wallerup—why don't you repeat what you just said?"
That completely threw Sean off.
It wasn't that he didn't dare say it—Sean and Daisy had already done nearly everything there was to do, with only the final step left.
As long as Sean wanted to, he could pierce that last layer of pretense at any moment.
He knew Little White Flower too well, and Little White Flower knew him too well—if Sean really pushed harder, then even if Little White Flower did not receive the promise she wanted, everything that was supposed to happen would still happen in the end.
Sean was not worried that saying this would ruin his image in front of Daisy—he was afraid Daisy would hear it and show an expression that said, "I don't mind."
Snape would definitely kill him on the spot... Even Lily might not be able to save him...
Fortunately, Little White Flower still cared about Sean. Although Sean ultimately backed down, Daisy's pleas and coquettish attack instantly reduced his workload tenfold. On his way out, he even picked up a Honeydukes candy gift pack as big as his fist.
Of course, compared to Daisy's ultra-luxurious candy box, which hid her head entirely when she hugged it, his instantly looked rather shabby.
Stick with Little White Flower, and there was always meat to eat... Sean, who had been mooching off all kinds of potions