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"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there."

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The Potions Master

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lavlavbrown​:

The Naughty Corner||OPEN

“No,” The word slipped out before Lavender could so much as disguise the look of disgust that creased over her features. She didn’t bother with hiding her distaste toward him, having come to terms with things enough to know house points weren’t on the line and they both had to have died to end up in the room they were in.

“What could I possibly want bad enough to warrant hunting down one of my least favorite professors?” Perhaps a little rude but she didn’t exactly care. She had been polite enough to label him as one of her least favorites instead of outright admitting she hated him. That had to count for something.

“Did you know the room of requirement gave better facilities than the Ministry is supplying us with?”

He didn’t expect the vehemence but he probably should have. Then again, as she continued, he almost smiled, but the only sign was the raising of one dark eyebrow. Severus cared little about being a favourite professor. He was an effective one, dragging even the worst students to at least an acceptable level before they left Hogwarts. In any case, Lavender Brown, a gryffindor, one who had been enamoured with a Weasley was not the kind of person he would have expected to care for him, never mind the year she had spent under his tenure as Headmaster.

And she had said one of her least favourite. He wondered who had so wronged the girl to make them more hated. His amused wondering about fellow colleagues darkened as he remembered the Carrows. They would certainly have qualified for more hated, he would have hoped. “No doubt you came here to pester me. Hard luck, having taught you for seven years I doubt you have the creativity.” Although her presence near his sanctum sanctorum was already well on the way to doing so.

The Room of Requirement...That must have been the magical room Draco had been disappearing into over his sixth year. His lip curled as he looked down at her along his large nose. “I imagine the castle supplies students abundantly... coddles you, even.” As if he too wasn’t missing the better standard of life he had become accustomed to. “You have food, a place to sleep and coffee. Better than death, one would think.” No...not necessarily better, not without their magic and without their freedom. But without the chance to take points or give her a detention, he would have to use superiority and belittling to try and stamp his rank on her.

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spareheir​:

Regulus was bored - a truthfully unfamiliar feeling for him since he used to be able to keep entertained while his parents droned on and on about the importance of blood purity and his not turning out like his brother. As it was, he had little to keep hold of his attention. Talking to the other returned was okay but they weren’t from the crowd he would have associated himself with - not that the crowd he associated with in life would have taken him back with open arms.

There was too much to take in from the little bits of information he was given to fill in the gaps and not enough to believe he properly had an idea of everything that happened. Toss in not being able to sleep for extended periods of time and he could be described as downright miserable.

The only answer to being miserable was finding company and, rather unfortunately for the person he chose to pester, that meant claiming the pathetic excuse of a mattress that was serving as Severus Snape’s cot and dramatically draping himself over it until he appeared.

“Looking is not the word I would use,” Regulus forced a chuckle. “I think I’ll be claiming this by the way.” He gestured at the ‘cot.’ “How did you end up with a less lumpy one than the abomination I got given?”

Not only did it have to be Regulus, with whom he had a ..significant and shameful history, but the boy- for he was hardly older than some of Severus’ students- was on his bed. Snape’s nostrils flared and a muscle twitched in his jaw as he looked at the other man sprawled out with an air of ownership. 

“You will not be ‘claiming’ anything, B- Regulus.” He stepped forward to grab one of Regulus’ ankles and throw his leg off the cot. “Perhaps the Unspeakables respect me. Or perhaps you are being contrary and an insufferable pain.” There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he was giving up the corner cot he had made his own. He couldn’t stand the idea of enemies on both sides of him. He needed his nice defensible castle. Even if that castle was a cot. 

“Go back to your own bed at once, Regulus.” It galled him that he had no power here; he couldn’t take points or issue detentions or even dole out a few hexes if needed. And worst of all, Regulus didn’t seem to see how inappropriate it was for him to be on Snape’s bed.

[cokeworthprince]

The Naughty Corner||OPEN

Ministry Holding- Corner Date: TBA

He’d claimed his corner pretty early on, when there had been fewer of them, and when he’d still been unsure what reception he’d receive from their guards. Despite the certainty he had had when he’d died that history would remember him as one of the great traitors, he had so far only encountered extreme dislike, and that had been a former student turned Unspeakable. No outright hatred or disgust at his actions. 

Not from the Unspeakables and Aurors at least. The other Returned were a mixed bag, depending on when they had died, and how much they had heard about the events after their death. Which was why he found it safer and more reassuring to sit on his bunk in the corner and watch the others.  It also gave him something to do that didn’t involve monopolising Lily’s time, which would have been his preference, to keep her away from any news of the things he had done. But he was older and allegedly wiser now, so he set self-imposed limits on how often he was allowed to take up her whole afternoon. 

obviously he had to leave the corner for food and the call of nature, but had thought it pretty clear to the other Returned that he had firmly planted the flag of Severus Snape and that they would, with a few exceptions aside, leave it to him. 

So on his return from a tea and pee wander, he did not expect to see a familiar figure next to his. bunk. 

“Were you perhaps looking for me?”

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Lavender & @cokeworthprince

February 1997, DADA Classroom

Lavender kept quiet for what was left of Defense Against the Dark Arts, her tongue pressed firmly against her cheek while she willed herself not to make some sort of outburst and cause more attention to fall on her. She was silently seething. Her foot tapping beneath the desk was the only sign of how much she was struggling to keep ahold of her emotions. The action earned the occasional nudge from Parvati and Lavender’s rapidly shaking her head in response.

“I’ll meet you in the Great Hall,” She muttered, glare narrowing at the back of Ron’s head for not having said anything when she was called out for “distracting” him. She hadn’t been the only one to blame for the sudden lack of concentration from the Gryffindors but she was the only one to have house points docked off from them. Not to mention whatever comment Professor Snape had made to get the majority of the room to start laughing at her.

She hung back while the rest of the class left, decidedly accepting her rather reckless idea in trying to figure out what had caused a particularly dull lesson to go from boring to involving ridiculing her. “Professor,” She pressed her teeth against her lower lip and took a steadying breath through her nose, continuing once she exhaled. “I had a question about the docked points - more specifically why they came from me when Granger managed to make more of a spectacle of herself than I did.”

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Snape was already in a foul mood. Draco refused to trust him and confide whatever the next harebrained scheme was, the Headmaster had been giving him increasingly significant looks, Katie Bell was still clinging to life by a thread in St. Mungos and now this. His favourite subject and least favourite class. The Potter-Weasley-Granger trio made only worse by whatever petty drama was going on between the latter two.

And then Brown with all the subtlety of a steam locomotive making for eyes in his class. It wasn't the first time he'd had to deal with an amorous couple, the school was full of teenagers after all. But with frayed nerves and Potter giving him lip and glaring at him and Lavender Brown paying more attention to Weasley than the class that could very well save her life, he'd had enough. Even the snickers at his 'assessment' of Brown's behaviour had only dulled the anger sizzling away inside him.

He watched the rest of the class file out, standing imperiously at his desk and dropping the odd, "Tuck in your shirt" or "Make sure that it is two ft of essay and not spaces between paragraphs as vacant as that stare, Thomas. I will check." He ignored Brown until she spoke.

Black eyes turning slowly to her with a malevolent glitter he splayed his hands on the desk, leaning on it. "It makes little difference to poor Gryffindor's hourglass either way, Miss Brown. However, as Miss Granger was at least paying attention to the lesson- " his thin lips curled midway between sneer and cruel smile, "You may perhaps remember that Hogwarts is a school and you are here to learn- Your behaviour was inappropriate for a classroom environment. Hers ....merely irritating ."

He stepped around the desk and stood before her, looking down his hooked nose. "Try as I might, Miss Brown, I have not been able to convince the Headmaster that irritating students are a cause for detentions." He spread his pale hands wide in a gesture of mock consideration, "Unless perhaps, you consider that your dalliance with Mr. Weasley is in some way preparing you for a confrontation with a fangless vampire." He cast the side of her neck a withering glance, as though a love bite was personally offensive to him.

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Professor Snape enjoying a much deserved weekend by taking a walk around Hogwarts grounds. He should really find a hat to keep his ears warm.

This drawing might seem unsuitable for spring, but I woke up to the garden covered in snow!

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threadbarelupin​:

  The truth to Snape’s words stirred snarling instincts within Lupin’s chest. He had always been fiercely protective over those that had ventured close enough to become considered his friends. The problem was that in this case the person he cared for was  no longer there to protect, and he found a more vindictive response taking its place. He was able to refrain the sound that wanted desperately to build in the back of his throat, but he wasn’t able to stop the wolfish smile that curled his lips.

“No. But now you have to live with what you did to him. What you did to so many others. Not even death has allowed you to escape.” 

Brows furrowed and the smile fell, as a thought occurred to him. Did it matter if he had to live with it? Did a man like Snape hold even enough of a conscience for him to be haunted by what he’d done? Probably not. He was however the type that had put so much stock in his magic that he had banded himself with the Death Eaters to start with. Maybe that would be the only sense of justice that Remus would ever witness in regard to the man.

“Years of your life that you betrayed the moment you killed Dumbledore, the man that placed you here. I’m shocked that Minerva can even bear to look at you.”

Snape’s nostrils flared, as he watched the man, anger warring with that tickle of fear in his spine. There was something about the smile that looked predatory, and his hind brain recognised that, while the rest of him was acutely aware of how the other man was now close enough that it didn’t matter neither of them had wands. If Lupin attacked him he doubted he could fight the other man off. There was too much difference in their builds, and he hadn’t been sleeping or eating quite as well as he should have. 

The him in question must have been Black, or perhaps Potter the Younger. Well more fool Lupin, he could live with that. Certainly with the former, and he would cope with the latter, especially now that he knew the boy had survived the final confrontation somehow. “I have no regrets about my actions, Lupin.” A lie. “They were collateral damage.” It was awful, to speak of lives cut short that way, but the other option was to never leave his rooms again until years later someone found his desiccated corpse. 

He raised his chin a little as Lupin began the next lecture, the next admonishment, and thought for a moment that he should. But the hard pinched look about his eyes disappeared, eyes widening for a split second. He couldn’t deny that he had wondered the same, but he hadn’t been ready for that man to bring up the Headmaster. He stepped away, circling, face still turned to Lupin, unwilling to turn his back as he tried to give himself a space behind him, somewhere other than the coffee machine and counter to run to if he had to. “You are wrong, Lupin. Always jumping to conclusions without all the facts, always believing in the infallibility of your friends and the nefariousness of my every breath. I betrayed no-one.” Charity Burbage. He didn’t have the fullest memory of the time that he had been asked to kill Professor Dumbledore, but he had the awareness that he had been, and the memories of times that the older man had said “after you have killed me” while divulging parts of his plan. He had done it on Professor Dumbledore’s own orders, he knew that. And he could remember the exact state of mind as he’d levelled the wand at the Headmaster; it hadn’t been gleeful at all. 

Snape’s voice was a hiss as he stood apart from Lupin, scholar’s hunch rounding his thin shoulders. “The Headmaster himself said I should be the one to cast the spell. To cement my place at the Dark Lord’s right hand.” There was something freeing in the chance to finally unearth and give voice to all these buried secrets, but without proof, and without his wand, he knew that there would be those who thought him a liar, playing both sides to the very last. 

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iheardaboutit​:

With Regulus having stated he was visiting Andromeda it was a little surprising to feel the wards go off, announcing that someone had flooed in. As of recent, they hadn’t really been expecting anyone besides Regulus - the floo kept connected for the sake of giving the teen a little more freedom than he and his wife had initially provided.

They hadn’t adjusted the wards all that much since the war - the one adjustment coming from Lucius going out of his way to make sure any surviving Death Eaters were no longer allowed on the premises. He had suggested leaving the manor all together to retire in one of their summer homes along the coast but the idea was quickly dropped, his wife having proposed renovating as one last attempt at saving some semblance of normalcy.

There was no noise from the drawing room - a slightly concerning fact since Regulus was prone to loudly announcing when he returned for the sake of easing his aunt’s nerves. Lucius set the book he was reading down then approached the drawing room. His eyebrows furrowed together when he spotted Severus.

“You had to pick my chair?” Lucius asked and gave a low chuckle. He took a step forward then used the next moment to cautiously eye Severus, looking for any sort of hint toward why he was there. Even with one of the Returned living in his home, it was still a little off putting to have Severus back. The memory of time spent crying over his death was still rather fresh despite the time that had passed.

“Cissa and I are not prepared for hosting,” He admitted with a shake of his head. “I fear we don’t have the usual food or drinks we would offer.”

Drumming his fingers on the arm it wasn’t long before Lucius pale face and new short hair, that he couldn’t quite get used to, appeared. “Should I not have chosen the most comfortable seat? I...am a guest.” Even if he was an unexpected one. Even if he was possibly not a wanted one.

He shook his head, “I did not come here for drinks and nibbles, Lucius.” His long fingers splayed on the arms for a moment then grasped, gripping the chair. “How is the apothecary? Busy with-” His thin lips twisted into an expression that should never be on the face of someone working with children. “students?” 

He hadn’t come to talk about work either, or Lucius in fairness. “You’ve redecorated.” He pushed himself up from the chair and approached his old friend. He stared into Lucius’ eyes, as though trying to cast Legilimens, athough of course, he couldn’t now. 

“I am to move out soon. into the village somewhere.” Snape’s hands smoothed down the front of his robes, still the old black teaching ones. “I will not be far from Hogwarts...but I will be- less safe.”

“I want to know what happened to the others.”

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To the Manor Reborn

@iheardaboutit 19th August Malfoy Manor

It was perhaps something of a risk, knowing the wards the Malfoy Estate in Wiltshire had had upon it at one time, and given Lucius’ attitude when they had met, Severus didn’t expect they had been loosened much. But prior to his death he had been allowed in, and he didn’t imagine many people had been adjusting their wards with respect to the dead. Not until a month ago, at least. 

He needed a familiar if uneasily friendly face. Not that the staff or Lily weren’t both of those things, but there was a side of himself that he had to keep from those people. And he wanted to be in the presence of those who knew the worst of him. 

He hadn’t told Headmistress McGonagall where he would be flooing, only that he would need access to the floo. He had had to wait for Binns to finally finish sitting in the chair he often occupied and rambling at him about the Bohemian Art scene in his youth and how it twinned with the history of Goblin Revolutions. But now the ghost had floated out of the room through the door with a dull dismissal and he was alone with a fistful of emerald floo powder. 

“Malfoy Manor, drawing room.” He released the powder as he spoke and felt himself dragged past fireplace after fireplace, hoping that he would reach his destination with no problems.

The room he emerged into was familiar, though there had been some changes. He brushed soot off his elbows and feet onto the hearth rug, aware that it was not entirely polite, but also that Lucius could stand to see a little dirt now and then. The Manor was...worryingly quiet. He couldn’t help the brief frission of fear that the thought that perhaps there were twenty or so dark robed figures waiting for him over the long wooden table, and moved towards the small reading table to snatch up a copy of the paper. It was still 2002. The headlines were still about the Returned. Snape relaxed, and turned towards the armchair that faced the door into the corridor, settling into it with a small sigh. 

Let Lucius come to him, he’d done plenty of the inverse before.

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spareheir​:

Regulus pressed his tongue against his cheek and didn’t say anything at first. He tossed a dirty look in Severus’ direction then wrinkled his nose. “I would have paid,” was all he muttered before distancing himself a little, only reapproaching once Severus took off walking.

“A shame about the blood magic,” He muttered under his breath and leisurely took the stairs, eyebrow rising up once in the room. Regulus didn’t bother with hiding the distasteful look at the first impression the room gave. Dingy, poorly decorated, and certainly below his usual standards. He could have afforded getting picky about it but Severus had been correct in claiming his mind wasn’t focused on something more attuned with what he was used to,

“Of course,” Regulus sneered and shifted his arm back to ensure he had locked the door. He looked back at Severus once certain then made a face. “I need to freshen up after…” He let the rest of the thought hang in the air then shifted his gaze back, head tilting to the side while he took a moment to examine Severus.

“Maybe you should as well,” He added with a shake of his head. “We will be going elsewhere if the water isn’t up to my standards.” With that said, he glanced away from Severus and let his robe fall from his shoulders, keeping a grip on it so it didn’t properly fall below his waist, then headed toward the bathroom.

Snape gritted his teeth. He didn’t want Regulus to pay. It ate into the image of himself as an independent rising star in the Dark Lord’s ranks. “You will, we’re going halves.” 

Regulus took the stairs more slowly, and Severus was sure it was done to annoy him, or get him worked up. It wouldn’t work, he was a man now, an adult, and he had plenty of self-control...so he told himself.

The click of the lock lead to his shoulders relaxing a little, he moved to sit  on the bed, hearing the creak of the springs, though it wasn’t as bad as his own at home or as he’d expected. Stripping his cloak off and throwing it onto the chair he paused, scowling at Regulus as he subtly bent to sniff himself. Not the cleanest he’d ever been, but the younger Death Eater hadn’t had to phrase it like that. He couldn’t help but admire the toned even skin of Regulus’ back as he moved, or the way the muscles shifted beneath it. Snape wetted his lips, then frowned at himself and angrily unlaced his boots, letting them fall to the floor next to the bed. 

He leaned back and tugged both of the pillows to the middle of the bed, leaning against them as he stared at the door to the bathroom, waiting for Regulus’ judgement on the plumbing before he took any more clothes off.

[myobscureimaginarium]

I have about a hundred prompt/requests, but if you have time and inclination, maybe Snape cleaning up after one of Neville's many mistakes, or the quiet moment before a class? kind of preparing mentally moments. You draw expressions so well, always makes my day!

1991 was a truly horrible year - though, it was just the begging of a horrible decade. Having to keep tabs on Quirrell, Potter, as well as incompetent students like Longbottom resulted in Severus finding himself becoming increasingly stressed and anxious. In fact, he is fairly convinced that he eventually would have poisoned some of the more bothersome students if he had not found an old walkman in Muggle London.

Severus enjoy working on projects that challenge him academically. He spent hours with his nose in old, dusty books researching the obstacle of using the device at Hogwarts. Many sleepless nights were put into experimenting with very old magic. Eventually, he succeeded in making the walkman run on "the magical atmosphere" of Hogwarts. It was definitely worth the effort; one of the best feelings in the world is to be completely absorbed by music. A brief escape from all difficulties of life.

When waking up on particularly trying days he immediately puts on the orange headphones and selects the music that suits the day's trials and tribulations. Severus has accumulated an impressive collection of old cassettes from his childhood. He likes to keep the walkman in hist coat pocket whilst setting up the ingredients for the day's lecture and occasionally catching himself humming along. He will hide the foul muggle device just before the students enter his classroom - The Head of Slytherin must not be caught red-handed with something Muggle.

What do you think he is listening to? I might draw more for this request - I had so many ideas! I love the idea of Severus having to clean up after the students

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threadbarelupin​:

You should not be here. How rich coming from mouth of the man that killed one of the greatest Headmasters this school had ever seen, and allowed Death Eaters to run free among the hallways. If there was anyone that should not be here, it was the former Potions Professor. 

“That is not up to you,” Remus stated plainly with an arch of his brow. Truthfully he took satisfaction in Snape’s impotence due to his status as one of the Returned. It felt like poetic justice that the man should be so limited by something that he had no control over after the way he had reacted to Remus’s lycanthropy over the years.

There was some relief that came with that knowledge as well. The man might still be despicable but he was essentially powerless now compared to what he had once been. Severus Snape might have been some form of a threat when he still had magic, but he had no doubt in his mind that when it came to physicality Remus was the one that would have the upper hand.

To add insult to injury, Remus offered the man no explanation for his own presence, not feeling any need to justify it to him. However it proved to be more difficult to keep his calm unaffected air when Snape spoke once more. Without thinking, Remus stood from his seat, bringing himself to his full looming height in front of the other man. “Earned? After all you’ve done what you’ve earned is a trip straight to Azkaban.”

Normally Remus would have answered Severus about his Wolfsbane. He had no desire to be viewed as a monster, even by someone that he knew would think of him as one whether he had the potion or not. However, after everything Remus had been through with Peter, the man had little tolerance for traitors. The anger he felt toward Snape for betraying the very man Remus owed the only happy years of his life was bleeding through his carefully constructed walls. 

There was a twisted part of Remus that wanted Severus to be frightened, if only because it served him right after everything he had done. Later Remus would likely tear himself apart from guilt for such feelings, but in this moment there was a sense of satisfaction as he left the question hanging unanswered in the air.

Severus’ thin lips tightened further. Because it wasn’t up to him. He didn’t own the castle or have any say in who -or what, his nasty part corrected- Headmistress Mcgonagall chose to let in. In fact, it had never been his choice who came here not even when he’d supposedly been the one in that office. 

How he longed for the smooth dark wood of his wand in his hand again. That buzzing thrum of magic that he could turn into pain or healing. Especially when faced with Lupin, who was far from the frail, tired man he pretended to be sometimes. 

Snape didn’t shrink back, he squared off, facing Lupin(a fact much easier when the man at least looked human). His reply was quiet, a low dangerous hiss, “And you’re the beast to put me there are you?” He sneered, taking a burning sip of the coffee to project an almost satisfied nonchalance, even as he could feel the heat down the centre of his back as sweat began to gather. “hard luck, Lupin, I’m not going to be charged.” He couldn’t show fear. Wolves probably saw that as a sign to attack.

“I spent years of my life in this institution. Consider it my retirement gift from the Headmistress.” He didn’t want to be here, but given the state of things...well, the most magically warded place in Britain didn’t seem so much like a prison when it kept others out as much as it kept him in. 

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To Fill A Thimble

@cokeworthprince Hogwart’s Castle August 10th

It was the postscript of the last letter which worried her. ‘It doesn’t work’ means he tried it, with god knows what sort of result. She couldn’t begrudge him the effort, of course—while she hadn’t mustered enough nerve to go to Ollivander in a desperate plea for something to work, she’d picked up Harry’s wand once or twice, tried small little things, first year things, barely even spells really so much as intent. Nothing had ever happened.

Knowing how badly potions could go wrong, however, and knowing how Severus probably hadn’t constrained himself to something actually simple versus a skillful potion known so well he could do in his sleep, her hopes for the well being of her friend, wrapped up in that doleful little sentence, weren’t high. A quick letter shot off the Minerva to straighten out the Floo permissions, a little prayer that she wouldn’t have to bounce seven different times through wrong destinations, and then Lily was off, headed towards Hogwart’s castle.

The staffroom proved a bit of a delay—old teachers needing to reassure themselves that this was real, still, she was there, so long gone but back now. Lily had to stop herself from getting drawn into an extended conversation with dear old Flitwick, determinedly promising him she’d come visit soon as she dragged herself away. At least some of the familiar sense of navigation returned to her as she went through the twisting corridors, never fully getting lost still sometimes not sure where she was. The castle was kind, though, and sooner rather than later deposited her in front of the door to the suite of rooms McGonagall told her had been given to Severus. The information had come with a wry look in her eye and the silent implication of ‘that dunderhead’ which had expedited her exit from the staff room, so Lily wasted no time in knocking, instead letting herself in—after pushing the door open and hanging back long enough to make sure the man hadn’t balanced some sort of bucket over the door in a clumsy defense mechanism.

“Severus?” she called out, poking her head in still a bit cautiously. “What did you do to yourself now.”

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Back at Hogwarts and out of the hospital should have been a cause for celebration. But now there was even less he could do with his free time. He could still pickle things as long as it didn't require magic in the brewing, which meant he'd burned through all his magical preserving solutions within three hours of returning to his rooms. The smell was still very present, as was the faint haze of the nasty cigarettes Filch smoked. He'd stolen a second packet and was just in the process of hacking his lungs up over the sink when the door opened, bumping into a small silver cauldron he had hung from the ceiling with the old fashioned hammer, nails and thick twine. It was enough of a noise for him to straighten up, spit, and lunge out of the bathroom door towards the collapsible cauldron propped up against an armchair.

He stopped when he saw who had opened the door, fingers still a foot away from the heavy collapsed iron. "You-cough- know, most people might -coughcough- knock on a door before they open it. I could have been doing anything." He stifled the last cough and took her in.

Silhouetted against their respective doorframes, he thought Lily looked well. Or good. Either applied. He knew he had bags under his eyes and was still wearing yesterday's robes, not having slept properly. The healers had been expert and there was hardly any sign of either burns or the strange scales that had sprung up under them, just a lack of hair on one side of his face and above the line of the gloves he'd worn. He yanked his sleeves down quickly, not wanting Lily to be exposed to the Mark.

His eyes roamed the room for anything incriminating and to his disgust(and his stomach's angry rumble) spotted a plate of now cold breakfast that a house elf must have brought by. Thankfully the angry cleaning meant that nearly everything else was spotless. Too spotless actually. And the pile of rags and cleaning products next to an array of potioneering tools on the desk probably confirmed any suspicions. He closed the distance quickly, standing an arm's length away to try and half shield the room from her green gaze.

"It was a small accident. I'm fine." There was a distinctly awkward look on his face as he added, "how is your -ahem- son?"

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Hood tugged up firmly, Severus gave Regulus a sidelong glance and subtly readjusted his own robes, mind’s eye already picturing the activities they might get up to. “You weren’t thinking about silk sheets, Princess,” Snape sneered. He pushed the door open, stepped inside, head down and weaved between the tables of the lower floor tavern to to the counter, muttering his request for “A room for the night. Ensuite.”

If the bartender noticed anything unusual she had the good sense not to raise it, reaching under the desk for a key with a large wooden hanger and the number 3 on it. Snape reached for it, but she pulled it back, and he scowled to himself, pulling out a pouch and counting the sickles out. There was a pause and she let go of the key to sweep the sickles off the counter and into a tray. “Reparo anything you break. No brewing or Blood magic in the rooms.” 

Snape gave a curt nod and immediately headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time, black eyes darting from door plate to door plate until he found a grimy brass plaque with “3 - The Circe Suite.” He knew from experience that it was anything but a suite. Just a room with a bed, a desk a chair and an adjoining bathroom. The key stuck in the lock a litle and he had to jiggle it to get the satisfying clunk of the lock tumblers. He didn’t close the door behind him, expecting that Regulus would be in soon and instead went to draw the curtains shut, lip curling when a dead spider fell to the floor. He kicked it under the curtains and turned back to face the door, long fingers curling around the fastening of his cloak. 

“Did you lock it?” After all, they never used a room if it was just going to be a rushed fifteen minutes of hands. 

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Though your sins be as scarlet, scarlet, scarlet, They shall be as white as snow.

Isaiah 1:18