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This boy, Millicent thought, is a paradox and a half. Perhaps the festival committee was going with a funhouse theme of opposites when they commanded he run this booth, or maybe someone was playing some hilariously cruel joke on him. “Has anyone ever told you you’re more likely to catch flies with honey rather than vinegar?” The old saying slipped from her mouth easier than breath, though she hadn’t felt the urge to quote it in quite some time. “That is if you care how many cheeks leave with paint scribbled on them.” She plucked the folder from his hand, opening it to leaf through the pages, but for a moment she kept her eyes on him. Curiosity always was her downfall, surpassing any urge to adhere to society’s whims, and only after she stared her fill did she glance down to the drawings inside. “Are there any monkeys in here?” Her thoughts flickered back to years before… tiled floors and fluorescent lighting… the telltale sound of a tattoo gun buzzing… With a clap the folder closed again. Her eyes found him again, wondering if he would be annoyed that she didn’t wait quietly, hoping she didn’t laugh to show how much she would enjoy it if it did. Millicent wasn’t here to ruin his night. On the contrary, she wished to see him enjoy his time as much as the other revelers. He just seemed to need a bit more prodding. “Or perhaps you know how to freehand one yourself?”

"Once or twice, perhaps." He shrugged. "But I can't say that I've ever held any particular interest in catching flies. I've always found that there's far better ways for me to spend my time." Severus had never been a people person, something that was painfully obvious from his attitude. Being nice and accommodating simply wasn't who he was. Running a face painting booth at the festival was not going to change that. "The only thing I care about is getting out of here. If that means there's a lack of face painting then so be it. I don't care." Once she had taken the folder from him, Severus took the cashbox and placed it on a shelf under the small table. He wasn't about to let the money get out of his hands. He could only hope that he'd get a cut of the money at the end of the day, although he wasn't exactly holding out for it. This was a Ministry event, after all. "I don't know. I wasn't the one to put it together. You'll just have to look and find out, won't you?" His eyebrows raised in surprised, his expression a combination of insulted and horrified. "Do I look like someone who'd paint a monkey on your face?" He paused for a moment. "Didn't think so. As soon as one of the students finishes up you can ask to see if any of them can do a monkey. I'm just here to take the money and make sure they don't mess around."

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“I can see why you’d like it. It’d be a nice way of pretending you ever had any power over me.” Sirius was grinning, but it was a mad sort of expression, the humor in it distinctly dark. It was all too easy for him to stop thinking and simply act. Let himself sink mentally back into a time when Severus had been the closest to an enemy they had. And once the spells started flying well, then he really couldn’t be blamed could he? But then, already off balance from his own spellwork, Sirius could neither dodge nor shield in time. His legs snapped violently together and he fell careening toward the ground, the levitation hex would almost have been a blessing except it landed just too late.

The side of Sirius face smashed unhindered into the stonework below, and the Levicorpus dragged his cheek and jawline violently across the cobbles. The momentum grated his skin and smacked his nose as he was pulled with a sharp jerk up into the air, leaving a smear of blood across the ground. Bellowing profanities one hand went instinctively to cup his own bleeding face, while the other tried to untangle his wand from the suddenly inverted folds of his clothing. Absurdly, his mind flashed back to his early thought: McGonagall was going to kill him.

Sirius was able to counter the leg locker, much good it did him. He hung even more awkwardly in the air, twisting and aiming a stinging jinx (about all he could manage at the moment) while frantically trying to libra’ himself out of this suddenly less exhilarating mess.

Severus' eyes narrowed, a shadow of rage flickering over his face. The muscles in his jaw visibly tightened, years of hatred coursing through his veins. "I suppose it would seem like that to you." He ground out between clenched teeth. "I would prefer to think of it as a evening out of the playing field. Or perhaps the world rightening itself at last." He would have shrugged had there been no tension across his shoulders, anticipating Sirius' next move (or if there was to be one.) A peal of laughter escaped Severus at Sirius' struggles, unfamiliar and coloured with a tinge of incredulous hysteria. He had done it. Severus' head tilted to one side as he watched Sirius dangle, suspended upside down in mid-air. Perhaps Sirius would finally learn that Severus was not someone to be trifled with. Well... he could hope so at least. "What to do with you now...." He began to arc slowly around the upended wizard, the sound of his boots against the cobblestones echoing, silently evaluating his options. "Oh how the tables have turned." He mused, his mind going back to a hazy summer afternoon several years prior. "It's almost a shame that we don't have an audience for this, don't you agree? You always enjoyed one." His attention rapidly snapped away from Sirius as he noticed a pair stumbling out from the doors of the Leaky Cauldron, the stinging hex catching him by surprise. A turn of his wrist angled his wand rapidly towards a nearby shop front, his teeth gritting against the stinging sensation that fired at the nerves in his body. "Liberacorpus." He snarled before casting the counter-curse for the stinging hex on himself.

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She snorted quietly at that, raising an eyebrow at Severus and shaking her head. “Nearly eight years. How could I ever suggest the notion of friendship between us?” A title that went to very few people as it was. It didn’t help that she’d lost friendships over the course of the years as well; she maybe had a handful of people close to her left, and Amelia shoved that dreary thought away to purchase the book she held in her hand. Might as well buy it if she was going to hold it as long as she had. “I’ll never make that mistake again.”

"Momentary lapse of sanity, perhaps?" Severus shrugged, a tiny smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. "Perhaps all that time with your husband is starting to rub off." Thanking the cashier quietly he took the book, tucking it under his arm and moving aside. "Good. I'd hate to have to correct you again." That was a lie. He would never turn down an opportunity where he could correct or criticise. "We're not friends." Severus insisted gruffly, although he knew that wasn't strictly true. After the losses of Lily and Lucius Amelia was one one of the small handful of people Severus had left.

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“The idea of a dementor is a rather intimidating one, it’s true, but it would still be paint, On my face. Not the greatest way of scaring the masses into behaving, am I wrong?” Her chin jutted upwards in the same way it had for years, when she was trying her hardest to seem vaguely intimidating or at the very least right. It worked on some selected members of the Death Eaters and it normally worked rather well on unsuspecting members of the public but she couldn’t imagine it would work too well on Severus who must have seen it time and time again in the seven years they’d spent at school together. 

Marlene’s smirk was a reflex action at just how adamant he was that he didn’t want to have his face painted. She wouldn’t have pushed the issue if it wasn’t continuing to produce such wonderful reactions from him. It was as easy to laugh at him now as it had been when they were younger. War and death and rebellion be damned, there were some things that would never change and her taking the piss out of Severus was one of them.

She grinned at the student who had started to come over before nodding slightly, the teenager wandering off to do something else, leaving the two of them as alone as a festival could let them be. She leant forward, resting her elbows on the table. “It’s almost as though you’re not having fun, Severus. That’s not very festive of you, is it? It’s nearly Valentine’s Day, you should cheer up. Or you’ll always be alone.” She smiled slightly, perhaps a little tighter than she normally would, well aware that she too was alone. Regardless of romantic entanglements, she was used to having friends on Valentine’s Day. Not any more.

Severus hummed in thought. "It would certainly scare the children into behaving, although perhaps it would not be as effective on the majority of the adults." His fingers drummed against the warped wood of the tabletop. "How about a particularly angry scar down your cheek? I think that would work quite nicely. If it was intimidation you were looking for then that is the way forward." A smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. He knew Marlene to be brash, but intimidating was never a word that he had associated with the blonde. In his experience her bark was always worse than her bite (well, as long as he chose to ignore the broken nose she gave him at the end of fifth year.)

"Me? Not having fun? Whatever makes you say that?" He queried sarcastically. "Why, I am having the most delightful time surrounded by squawking children and balloons. Truly, McKinnon I am in my element." A dark eyebrow raised, a derisive snort barely being stifled. "Oh, yes. I'm planning a hot date as we speak so I won't be, as you so kindly put, always alone." His eyes rolled. What a load of bollocks. "But festive, really? Valentine's Day isn't a real holiday. It's simply an excuse for people to be sickeningly obnoxious. Not my kind of thing, thank you very much. I actually enjoy being alone." Merlin, why couldn't Marlene get back to her job and leave him in relative peace (not that one could really have an peace at the festival.) "Haven't you got children to frighten into behaving? Pickpockets to apprehend? I'm sure that there's far more interesting things out there than me and this bloody booth. "I don't think so." He warned, catching sight of a young Slytherin attempting to sneak away from the face painting stand. "If I have to suffer, so shall you." 

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It was enchanting. The lights. The sounds. The smells. Millicent walked through the crowds with eyes wider than a first year crossing the lake, her head whipping back and forth so not to miss one second of the festivities. Children laughed and parents fawned over them, an all too uncommon sight as of late. It felt so out of place…and yet…so very deserved. Millicent trailed light fingertips across tables of booths, unsure of where to begin, not wanting to choose wrongly. She was so out of practice with fun, not having the time or energy to remember how it was done. Perhaps she was overthinking it. Coming to a stop, she laughed at herself, almost missing the voice that called out to her. Her eyes grazed the sour face before her, and before she knew it, she was digging a few coins from her purse. “Oh, you don’t seem the type that allows much of anything to be beyond you,” she responded, change clinking as she dropped it in his hand. “Does it have to be a face, or can I get some other part painted?”

Severus' hand closed slowly around the coins nestled in his palm, lowering down to the table top as he set his book down. Opening the cashbox with his now free hand, he counted the coins as he let them fall into the little containers. Staring at the coins in the cashbox he could only hope that he'd get a cut of the intake.

Snapping the lid shut, he looked up at the witch in front of him. "Perhaps not, but I can't understand why anyone would want to subject themselves to a teenager wielding a paint brush." He would never subject himself, at the very least. He, after all, possessed more than a modicum of self-respect. Humming slightly, he shrugged. 

"There's no rule that says it has to be your face. As long as it's nothing inappropriate I don't really care what body part you pick." He cast a quick glance of his shoulder, eyes scanning over the students with the stations. "Jorkins will see to you once she's finished up." He gestured to a Hufflepuff with his thumb. "There's a folder here with the approved designs." He half-heartedly lifted up a black folder, holding it out towards the witch.

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“Perhaps if things were different, yes. As much as it pains me to say it she’s better off dead than alive under the Dark Lord’s rule. I know that I have been a poor friend to her in the past but even then I would never subject her to this.”

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Severus Snape (b. 9th January 1960) was a half-blood wizard, the son of witch Eileen Prince and muggle Tobias Snape.

❝ I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride. ❞                                                                                       Al Capone

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itsy-bitsy-wolfie:

If Remus could even hate Snape he could at least consider his job half done. He would be honouring his friends, he would be living it up and since he was miserable, he’d drag the guy along with him down the misery road. But alas, he did not hate Severus. Despised him, deeply disliked him but hate was way too much of a sentiment he was not willing nor able to muster towards someone whom he truly, cared very little about. It felt almost like an eerily funny memoire now, he had cared so much about Severus back at Hogwarts and it looked like it was a lifetime ago rather than a year. “Being a werewolf hardly screams family friendly but hey, so does murdering everyone else’s family so maybe no one’s keeping tabs.” 

Maybe smirking back and talking smack to a Death Eater like that sounded better in his head than in real life but he also knew that Severus Snape was a very small fish in the grand scheme of things so honestly, Remus couldn’t possibly make himself care at all as he offered Severus his brattiest, most shit-eating grin. “Oh no, it’ll improve my mood tenfold.” He was good at that - pretending he was much smarmier than he actually was. Wearing the carefully crafted mask he had based on James and Sirius’ public displays back at school. He had neither their confidence, self-esteem or guts to act like that but he was a damn good actor. He could pretend that insult hadn’t struck him like a slap to the face, he could pretend he wasn’t entirely self-conscious of his hobo looks, of his situation as a whole. Yup, he could pretend he was in just for the kicks.

“But Severus, you have such a firm hand, I only trust you–” He feigned the most insulted gasp, placing one hand over his chest and batting eyelashes behind the glasses. “–and you know, said students don’t want to come anywhere close this very nice werewolf so you might as well, you know how much of our family friendly committee will appreciate to know their poodle isn’t doing his job.”

Severus resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. It was truly amazing how quickly Remus could begin to grate on Severus' nerves, his tolerance had certainly been wheedled down to a shrivelled husk during their years at school. Perhaps he was a fool for thinking that he would be rid of the werewolf once they had left Hogwarts' hallowed halls - it was clear that the universe had different plans in mind. An eyebrow raised at Remus' words. Murdering families? Severus left that for the other Death Eaters - his skill were put to use elsewhere. "I'm afraid you're taking that issue up with the wrong person. Perhaps Greyback might be better suited for any discussion about murder."

How... quaint. Shame that it wouldn't improve the mood of anyone who looked at Remus, Severus was positive of that. "Isn't that a nice thought?" He sneered, hoping that the man would leave him alone. Lupin's mood may very well be improved by getting his face painted, but his prolonged presence at the booth was ruining Severus'. Not that Severus was in a particularly good mood to begin with, thanks to the festival's existence. There was only so much that he could take, and he was rapidly reaching that quota.

He couldn't help but scoff. Trust?! Neither of them could trust the other as far as they could throw them. Really, this was beginning to get tiring. "Firm hand or not, I will not paint your face." He snapped, his patience wearing thin. I don't care about whether or not the students want to be near you - they're here to paint. Very nice - sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. Just go and sit down, Lupin."

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“It’s been a long day,” she repeated again, briefly remembering the executions that had occurred earlier in the day. It did wonders to bringing her mood back down, and Roxanne ignored the jab at her being a vampire in favor of watching him brew the potion for a moment. She’d always found potions to be entrancing, and she wished that she were back here doing this rather than up front dealing with customers.

Admittedly, she was far more likable than Severus could ever achieve in her opinion. That would be why.

“Didn’t think attempting to bond with my coworker would be an annoyance,” she huffed, looking away from the potion and letting out a small sigh. Roxanne obviously wasn’t wanted there, so to the front she was going to have to go. “But whatever. Guess I’ll call you if I need anything.” With that she turned around to head to the counter. It would be a long day indeed.

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“You wound me,” she said, shaking her head and getting in the queue behind him. She could tell that she was probably annoying Severus at this point, but she hadn’t seen her old friend in a while. She felt like she could bother him even a little bit if she really wanted to. Then again, she’d probably be the same were they in switched positions, so Amelia just thumbed through her book again. “Well, that’s hurtful. Here I was thinking you cared.”

"I try my best to do so." Severus quipped, removing several coins from his pocket and handing the over to the witch. Just a few more minutes and he'd be free to leave - or at least he hoped that he would be able to do so. Knowing Amelia as he did, he was not one hundred percent positive about getting away. "We've known each other for how long now? Near enough eight years? Really, Amelia, you should have rid yourself of that notion by now."

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Inspection. Why the shop would need any ‘inspecting’ in the first place was beyond her. It wasn’t as if they were in any position to be trying to pull the wool over someone’s eyes, not with their lot posted right outside the front door and treating the place like their own personal supply warehouse. That said, every shop in Knockturn had been around long enough to drum up its fair share of secrets, the likes of which they certainly weren’t exempt from, and the nooks and crannies she’d rather Severus not poke his nose into were many. In spite of everything, Emma still wanted to believe that their independence wasn’t a complete myth.

She moved out from behind the counter, calm as can be. Doubt was the first thing they’d pounce on if given half a whiff. “Let it never be said that you don’t know how to flatter a girl, Severus.” Cold eyes bore into his for the briefest of moments before remembering how it was things worked, and the appearances they were meant to maintain, which gave way to a casual shrug of her shoulders instead. “Inspect away, then. Just be careful around the merchandise, if you don’t mind; it’s as much for your sakes as it for ours.” Though it’d be no skin off her back if they all left the place in coffins.

Her gaze followed Severus in particular, while Caractacus found a way to glower at every single one of them simultaneously. It wasn’t long  before something had caught their attentions and Severus was picking up a locked box she recognized all too well. Emma stared back across at him, straight-faced. “That would be my Uncle Hubert. Or his hand, to be more exact.”

“He was a Dragonlogist, lost it to a Chinese Fireball back in ‘63,” Caractacus added in a bored sort of tone. “I kept it around just to spite him. Used to pull it out of its box during dinner parties and leave it in other people’s seats. Now that he’s gone… well, I like to keep family close.”

Emma quirked a brow. “Care to pay your respects?”

A tight smile graced his face at Emma's words. "I do try my best." He glanced at the Aurors who had began to pick their way through the stock. "Although I'm uncertain on whether or not the same goes for them or Greyback." He shrugged, his arms crossing over his chest. "Count yourself lucky that I'm here." His expression soured as an Auror moved past him, bumping his shoulder. "I am standing here, you know. Or do they just teacher you to barrel your way through life in Auror training? Can't say that I'm surprised. You're all bloody useless."

Severus turned back to Emma, nodding. "I'm nothing if not careful." After all, he couldn't afford to be anything else when working with potions, and it was was something that had transferred with him when away from a cauldron. "Everything will be as you left it once I'm done, I promise." That wasn't to say that he would go out of his way to ensure the same for whatever items the others took a look at. They weren't his responsibility and he'd be damned if he was forced to babysit them during the inspection.

He balked slightly at the explanation he was given, his upper lip curling in barely restrained disgust. "That's... nice." He set the box back down where he found it, wiping his hand on his coat as discreetly as he could manage. "I think I'll pass, Emma." Of all things he anticipated to be in the box, a human hand was certainly not one of them.

Turning on his heel, Severus made his way down the first aisle, the heels of his boots clicking against the wooden floorboards. Merlin, the place was packed. He edged his way around a cabinet that protruded into the aisle, grumbling as he went. So far, nothing seemed to be suspicious - or at least, no more suspicious than the kind of wares one would expect to find at Borgin and Burke's.

"What's this?" He murmured quietly, crouching down and pushing a small mirror out of the way.

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“Look, it’s early and been a long day. Don’t judge me.” Of course, she knew that was something that Severus Prince was incapable of doing; she was positive that all he ever did was judge people. She was certainly no exception, and she picked up a vial to twirl idly in her hands to avoid looking at  him. 

She couldn’t say much to the Hogwarts thing. After all, she hadn’t graduated Hogwarts, but this persona of hers hadn’t gone to Hogwarts at all. She had no house, no experience there, no anything. She was just here, and it made her fall silent for a few (probably blissful, to the man) moments. “Classical music isn’t horrible,” she finally said. “Soothing. Guess everyone has a different taste.” Roxanne glanced toward the door and got off the counter, setting the vial down once more. “You want me out of your hair.”

"It's not even noon yet." He countered, his eyes flickering up to the clock on the wall. "It can hardly be qualified as a long day. Unless you are a vampire, which seeing as I have had the misfortune of seeing you during daylight hours I know not to be true." Don't judge her? A small chuckle escaped him at that, his eyes rolling.

Severus stoked the fire under the cauldron with his wand, his eyes returning to the clock on the wall. Once ten seconds had passed, Severus removed four sprigs of Valerian add dropped them into the cauldron one at a time, crumbling them as he went. He ignored her comment about music as he wasn't interested in continuing that conversation further.

Aurora had taken the hint. Finally. He turned towards her, a smirk on his face. "Truly, I would love nothing more than to be able to work without your incessant chatter."

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It did baffle her how despite his position on the planning committee, he’d still ended up in a position that he so clearly despised. It was baffling, but it added in a hefty amount of amusement to her day. She and Severus were certainly not friends, so she felt more than comfortable in taking a small amount of pleasure in his discomfort. If they were friends, she would have felt bad, but the lasting and underlying animosity between them made sure that she could avoid any guilt.

As he frowned up at her, she recalled how similar that expression was to the one he had worn only moments before she’d broken his nose. She smiled a little at the memory, though it soon faded as she remembered why she had done so. Lily. She would have done anything for the red-head, but she hadn’t been able to save her. Marlene shrugged her shoulders as he refused, slightly disappointed that she couldn’t take him into it, but sensible enough of the precarious nature of whatever the relationship was between them that she knew not to push it.

“I think you’re forgetting that I too am on the committee. And as I’m in charge of security, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. I’m here to  intimidate and protect, I can’t do that with something painted on my face.” She leant on the table, motioning for one of said students to come forward. “But I will make a charitable donation for this fine example of youth to demonstrate their skills on you.”

"I don't know about that..." Severus hummed in thought. "I think that a dementor on your cheek could be quite intimidating. I don't believe that anyone would be cheered to see one, don't you agree?" He shrugged. If she wasn't intending on getting her face painted then he hoped she would soon leave - he was in no mood to be harassed by Marlene. Not that he was in the mood to be harassed by anyone else, mind.

His expression darkened, the book falling from his grip, landing on the table with a dull thud. There were only two ways that would have Severus getting his face painted; the first being placed under the imperius curse, and the second was being petrified. Both were unlikely scenarios at the festival. "No, no, no, no." His head shook vehemently, his eyes narrowing to slits. It was humiliating enough that this was what he had been assigned to - there was no way that he would lower himself any further than he had been forced to do already. 

His eyes snapped towards the student that was beginning to make their way over from the tables. "Don't you even think about it." He seethed, hands flexing slightly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in the hopes that it would even out his temper. "That is not happening, no matter how much you're willing to donate. It's not as if any of us are getting any money out of this."