Furious (No)

He glared at you as you approached, barely keeping his emotions in check. With every step you took, he had to **** himself to remain still and not scold you mercilessly for trampling the last semblance of peace and quiet that remained.

But when you asked him to join the party, his stern expression turned into a full-on scowl as he looked down at you. "If you expect me to join in the ridiculous display that is occurring in this room, I can assure you, Miss May, that is simply _not _going to happen."

His harsh words hardly fazed you, and you grasped his arm as you leaned in. "Please, Professor? It'll be much more fun than being all alone on this couch here."

"I said no," he repeated, not a single ounce of indecisiveness in his cold voice. He glanced at the door, wondering if he could simply leave then and make excuses tomorrow, but he knew he would regret it. Still, he was not about to remain in your presence for a single second longer. "I am quite fine on my own, Miss May, and I would appreciate it if you could leave and let me return to it."

You sighed heavily, letting go of his arm and settling into the couch next to him. "Fine. If you insist on remaining here, then I'll simply have to keep you company."

He barely kept his frustration in check. "And why in Merlin's name are you going to do that?"

You met his gaze defiantly. "Because no one should be alone on Christmas Eve."