“We (him and Imelda Staunton) were talking about scrambled eggs, I don’t know why but I pointed out that if you’re in a rush, you wouldn’t condone it unless you were in a rush, but it is possible to do scrambled eggs in the microwave. Imelda was repulsed by this, she found the very concept of microwaved scrambled eggs disgusting, and she let me know, and then out of nowhere, swoops in Mr. Alan Rickman, and Alan glides, he doesn’t walk he glides, in my defense, he said; no they’re quite nice actually.”
Arggggh why can’t he and Evanna just have beautiful, eloquent babies together?
So Snape-ly. Snape-ish?…. Snape-erific. Oh yes. So Snape-erific.