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Severus. Unless you plan on entertaining me, or being my test doll for the night, I would advise shutting it.Â
ââ "IÂ can't say that either option particularly appeals to me, Miss Carrow. I believe I'll step out and leave you to your boredom; I'm neither qualified for nor interested in helping you out with your little problem."Â
But using a normal pen would mean Iâd actually have to write something. Using my poison pen means I can puncture the reputations of people without really doing anything âŚ
Youâd do the same if given the chance.
ââ "Write childish lies about the people around me? I think not. Firstly, I'm not a third-year girl, and secondly I can come up with my own insults quite well enough on my own, thank you."
well, a party just isn't a party â digg & open
Itâd been while since Digg had dropped into Hogsmeade. Tapping into the WWN had had him chasing the news, wanting to check out these new and improved Inferi, see who would win in a battle of brains versus bombs. Unfortunately, he hadnât been able to find any on his own, so he figured it was âbout time he ran back to Hogsmeade. See if he couldnât find some bright-eyed Order member to tag along with next time they went out on the field.Â
When a giant bonfire greeted him in the courtyard of Hogsmeade, a grin split his face. Been awhile since heâd seen a party â and so many unfamiliar faces. Good. Heâd been getting bored.Â
He approached, nudging into someone on the outer perimeter of the party. âWhatâs the occasion?âÂ
    Severus was already beginning to regret his decision to come to the bonfire â the promise of food and liquor had tempted him from his cave of a basement, but now that he was here, he found that he neither wanted nor possessed the courage to approach anybody for conversation. Instead, he stood on the edge of the group, sipping at his drink (something blissfully strong, strong enough almost to make him forget just where and when he was), smoking cigarette after cigarette and glaring at the assembled people.
    He was lost in his thoughts when someone approached, bumping into him and nearly making him spill his drink. He scowled, but otherwise did not comment on the near-miss.
ââ "Diggory," Severus said, inclining his head. ââ "So good of you to show up."
    At the man's question, Severus shrugged, then rolled his eyes. ââ "Survival?" Severus said. ââ "So far as I can tell, it's nothing more than that. Still, I suppose that is something worth celebrating â it's a miracle this many of us have made it this far."
necessity || Daisy & Severus
In the now fully lit room Daisy could see the man holding the wand had been Severus Snape. How was she not surprised. He had a reputation of being a git, but Daisy wasnât one to make snap judgements based on chatter and gossip. She always had to see things for herself first, but Severus wasnât doing much to disprove popular opinion.
She gazed at him suspiciously, unsure what exactly his angle was. There wasnât much use for sarcasm and rudeness in a time like this â although Daisy wasnât one to talk when it came to the sarcasm part. She stood in his way for a few more seconds, just studying him before she decided that sheâd figure him out later. âYou know, that might have been the case yesterday, but I spent all today organizing this place. Iâm afraid the girl in your way is the only one whoâs going to be able to help you find what you need. You might want to be a little more polite to her.âÂ
    Severus glared at her. ââ "I have a rather urgent order for Blood-Replenishing Potions and several antidotes that the healers very much want to see filled. If you want to be responsible for delaying delivery, by all means continue to make this difficult for me. If not, I advise you to stop wasting time and give me what I need."Â
    He crossed his arms. ââ "I'm waiting."
goodbye shadows || emma & severus
He might not have been an Inferius, but he looked dreadfully like one; perhaps it was the faint glow of moonlight that made his skin look so translucent. In any case, Emma was fairly certain no Inferius was ever sarcastic in the way this one was, so she inclined her head with interest at the plant he had gestured towards.
"Some of us need our beauty sleep," she remarked cheerfully. "Iâm sure you donât, of course. I must say Iâm a little envious."Â She stooped to get a better look at the nightshade - its flowers were a full, dusty purple, vivid enough to be visible even by night. Pretty things, although what use the wizard might have for them, Emma had no idea.
She hadnât been particularly stellar at Potions, but the thought of nightshades recalled discussions in class about belladonna, a âbeautiful ladyâ that was - coincidentally or otherwise -  deadly toxic. âArenât these things poisonous? Not planning anything murderous, I hope.â Emma squinted at the plant for a last time before straightening.Â
She held her hand out amicably. âIâm Emma. No, donât tell me, I want to guess - you must be our resident mad botanist, Iâm sorry we havenât met.â
ââ "Everybody needs rest," Severus said, curling his lip. ââ "Whether this has any effect on personal beauty is, I suppose, a question left to the observer, but I'll admit to being more concerned about the cognitive effects. Being sleep-deprived is not merely unpleasant, but it can be potentially very dangerous for someone in my line of work."
    He looked from his basket to the woman at her comment. He supposed he could understand the suspicion - in these days, anything was possible, and other witches and wizards could prove almost as dangerous as the undead. Whether she would believe that he was gathering the nightshade for a complex healing potion remained to be seen.
ââ "Murderous? I think not. My efforts have been focussed on more benevolent avenues of late."
    At her introduction, Severus tilted his head, considering her. After a moment, he successfully placed her - she had been at Hogwarts when he had, in his house but in the year above him. It took a moment for him to remember who she was. ââ "Emma... Ah, yes. Miss Vanity, yes? I remember you from school. Severus Snape - I believe you know who I am."Â
    As he spoke, he continued to harvest the plant, taking great care as he stripped the plant of its flowers and leaves, avoiding the younger-looking growths and instead making do with the older, slightly more weathered parts. It wasn't ideal, but he didn't want to exhaust this resource just yet.
ââ "And I'm hardly a botanist, mad or otherise. Potions master is closer to the mark, but with the way the world has gone, I find myself having to scavenge for my own ingredients."
necessity || Daisy & Severus
Daisy rolled her eyes as the man returned her smoky favor, but she couldnât help but smirk, if only just a little. Whoever was on the other side of that light had some guts, and she had to give them credit for that. She arched her brow and listened to the stranger in the shadows as he listed off the things he needed. However instead of looking for the ingredients, she reached out and lowered his wand.Â
"You know, I think just lighting up the whole room would be a little more effective than one little wand light," she mocked, "Especially when youâre shining it in the eyes of the only person here who knows where everything is." With a swift wave of her wand Daisy lit the various lights sheâd placed around the storage room. During the day there were a few windows to let the light in, but this wasnât the first time sheâd been out late organizing.Â
    Severus considered mentioning that, while this route would certainly be more efficient, it wouldn't be nearly as effective a method of annoying her. He didn't want to show his hand - it was better for people to think that he was simply a naturally irritating person, rather than that he intentionally went out of his way specifically to bother people.
ââ âPerhaps, although I know my way around this stockroom well enough without you here to guide me. If you would simply get out of my way, I could take what I need and get out of your way."
Oh Severus, what hole did you finally decide to crawl out of?
Please, stop being so self- righteous. Try looking after something that makes you climb trees so you can catch it.
ââ "There is a very obvious solution. Simple, almost elegant in its simplicity - use a normal pen. The practicality of a poison pen is very limited - you'd be far better off with an ordinary quill."
Has anyone seen my poison pen by any chance? I know I left her on my bed, but she has a habit of ⌠Running away.
ââ "Did you legitimately just call your quill a she? How... sweet."
ââ "No, I've not seen anything. Really, you should keep better track of your belongings â these days we must take care not to lose anything we would like to keep."
goodbye shadows || emma & severus
The corridor was dimly lit with the weak glow of the Everlasting Candle clamped to the wall. It was a terribly warm night; Emmaâs nightshirt clung to her back, and her neck was uncomfortably sticky. She stood in the doorway of the room she shared with a few others, waiting for a breath of wind to touch her from somewhere, because it felt like someone had boarded up all the windows the house just to suffocate them.Â
Then again, there were worse ways to die. Her hands wandered the walls and sought the places where the paint and paper peeled under her fingers, the reassuring dips and dents. There was something awful about lying in bed alone, slipping in and out of sleep without the anchor of an arm thrown haphazardly around her waist or hands sliding unconsciously into her hair. She ignored the prickling discomfort and made her way down the stairs, one hand gliding over the poky splinters on the banister with easy familiarity - sheâd always felt soothed by the tactile, and there was plenty of that to be found in the abandoned houses in Godricâs Hollow.
Someone was already occupying the space under the eaves of the old house when she stepped out - immediately her wand was in her hand, fear an immovable block in her throat, and despite the warnings of Walkers being drawn to light, she muttered a quick Lumos.Â
"Ah - Merlin, thought you might be - well, I donât know what, but Iâm glad youâre not it." She extinguished her wandlight just as swiftly, plunging them into darkness again. "Canât sleep?"Â
    Severus started as the light shone over him, nearly dropping his basket in the process. He hadn't thought anybody was occupying this particular house, but apparently he had been wrong.
    He looked up, and, satisfied that the woman standing above him was not an inferius, or else some hostile witch attempting to chase him off of her property, he turned back to the task at hand.
ââ "Not exactly," he said, curling his lip. ââ "As tired and overworked as I am, I would dearly love to be able to indulge in the luxury of a full night's rest, but duty, unfortunately, calls."
ââ "There is a small, but healthy crop of nightshade here," he said, indicating the plant he had been crouching before. ââ "IÂ find it to be far more potent if harvested after dark. Dangerous to collect, I suppose, given the circumstances, but I rather badly need it."
Itâs so quiet⌠Iâm bored.
ââ "Well, surely this is an emergency of the highest order â as acting medical potioneer, it is my sworn duty to ensure that you survive this."
ââ "Really, Miss Carrow? You felt it absolutely necessary to inform me that you were bored? You know, some people have actual problems."
What have I become to you?; Lily and Severus
You donât have to call me that, she almost replied with after barely hiding a cock of her eyebrow, but stopped herself because it was a response that would drag everything the both clearly wanted to avoid right to the surface. She wasnât even sure whether she didnât want him to call her Mrs Potter to save him the pain or because it reminded her of the bitter way he said Jamesâ name.
Itâs both. Iâm allowed to care about both, Lily reminded herself, although lately it had been a matter of managing to care about anything all, never mind who.
Besides, on a much pettier level, it made her sound old. She didnât think anyone else called her that apart from in official letters.
"If youâre sureâŚ" She shrugged, peering into the cauldron to examine his meticulous work. Some faint sliver of information about the Sleeping Draught crossed her mind, but she ignored it. Severus either knew what he was doing better than she did (very likely), or he was being overly polite about her arriving unannounced. It wasnât worth making a fuss if the latter was true.Â
Leaning against a bench, delicately ensuring that she didnât knock over any vials or jars, Lily got straight to the point. Surely there wasnât any other way to proceed. She was normally open and warm in conversation, but smalltalk would be awkward for both of them in this case.Â
"The healing stores are running low on Essences of Dittany and Murtlap. IâŚwell, I assumed that theyâd gotten them from you originally, since there arenât any potioneers nearly as good around here." Come to think of it, she didnât even know for sure if Severus was supplying healing potions - that was a conclusion sheâd jumped to all by herself. To be perfectly honest she hadnât a sliver of a clue what he even did with his time. He could be making hallucinogenic draughts to sell to the less scrupulous survivors, for all she knew, although she didnât know if he would find that a worthy use of his talents. "If not, thereâs no need to make more yourself. I mean, thereâs no need to either way, really, if youâre busy. I only have murtlap though, or Iâd do it myself."
Severus was so busy attempting to purge his mind of all emotion that he nearly missed what she was saying.
The sound of her voice had set his heart pounding alarmingly fast, and he felt as though his throat was being constricted. He was sure that, if he spoke, his voice would be nothing but a hoarse croak.
In an effort to centre himself, he wrapped one hand around the opposite wrist, pressing a finger against the pulse point there and all but losing himself in the feel of the rapid thrumming. He breathed in deeply but quietly, not wanting her to notice that there was anything out of the ordinary about his behaviour but also hoping to slow his frantic heartbeat.
He had almost managed to return to stasis when she spoke again, her words raising the same sense of near-panic in him. It was no use; he was not going to be able to master his emotions. Not when she was here.
But then, he didn't really need to fully regain control. Yes, these feelings were unpleasant, and yes, it was difficult enough talking to his old friend without such intense anxiety to contend with, but it was hardly as though she would be employing Legilimency against him. He couldn't clear his mind, but he could at least suppress his feelings enough to carry out a seemingly normal conversation.
"Miss Jones informed me several days ago about the shortage of Murtlap Essence," he said, frowning. "But I was unaware that supplies of Dittany had fallen so low."
He took a moment to consider the problem, cursing the fact that they had run through their stock so quickly. He had told them to attempt to conserve those precious ingredients as much as possible, that he couldn't guarantee when he would be able to find more, and that Dittany in particular should only be used when absolutely necessary.Â
"I have parted with as much of my personal supply of Dittany as I feel comfortable giving away," he said, gesturing idly at the shelves of jars and phials that now made up his 'stockroom'. "I have reserved a small amount for emergency situations, but apart from that I have given all that I have."Â He frowned. "The Murtlap Essence is less of a problem - I need only take a trip to the seaside and I can replenish our supplies, but Dittany is not native to England. It will be difficult to obtain more - impossible, even, without venturing into private homes, or else finding a way to make it grow here."Â
He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I'm afraid I have allowed myself to become rather isolated these past few months. Is there anybody left alive with that sort of Herbology expertise?"
necessity || Daisy & Severus
Daisy had been taking a lot of time to herself lately, to just get away from, well everything. Sheâd go off to the supply room and smoke a cigarette or two to put herself at ease. However, being interrupted did nothing to help that.
Daisy jumped as a voice interrupted the silence and before she knew it the owner of that voice was shining a light on her. She furrowed her brow as tried to get a glimpse of the man on the other side of the wand, but it was useless. âYâknow you could have just asked. Generally shining a light in someoneâs face doesnât get you anywhere.â
After taking one last drag Daisy blew as much smoke as she could towards the light, hoping whoever was on the other side of it wasnât fond of smoke. She crushed the cigarette against one of the shelves, putting it out. âNow, are you going to shine that light at me all day or are you going to tell me what you need?â
    More for the sake of being rude than out of any real desire to smoke, Severus pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, placed one in his mouth, and lit it with the tip of his wand. He frowned a bit at the taste; magically lit cigarettes never felt quite right. Still, after a long drag, he returned the favour and exhaled a dark cloud of smoke over the young woman.
ââ "If you expect me to have a conversation with someone whose face I cannot see, you will be disappointed," he said, though he did lower his wand so that the light was not so much shining in her face as illuminating the room as a whole.ââ "IÂ need two sprigs of Dittany and a beazor if you have one."
behind every great man || severus & hestia
"Ye know yerself best," Hestia said quietly. She might have overstepped her boundaries, if she had read his tone properly. Most people were unable to see the good in themselves, and Severus was no exception.Â
Hestia was no stranger to such self-doubt, but it still pained her to see it in other people. She often felt that there was so much they could do. If she were to be honest with herself, the way she thought of herself was hypocritical, but she couldnât help it. None of them could, when it came down to it. There were victims in nearly all circumstances, war or not.
She clasped the small vial in her hand, wondering what to do with it. Sheâd have to have a long talk with the Healers, one she wasnât looking forward to. Unknowingly, she could have brought them down a dark path, and the guilt she felt was immense, wrapping around her like a cocoon of shame. Hestia turned to leave, when Severus asked her a question.
"Weâre running out of Murtlap," she said, "but thatâs to be expected, I think. Been experimenting meself with some of the flowers in my garden, to see if there could be a substitute, like yer makeshift Skelegro. Havenât succeeded. Do ye know of a better solution?" Hestia had heard complaints from her patients about the rise in pricing for potions and had figured that stocks were growing scarce; sheâd tried to conserve, then, though she was never stingy when it came to healing those whoâd gone out for supplies.Â
Hestia hesitated before continuing. âSeverus? Have ye got any Muggle medicine books? It might be good for us to prepare for whatâs tâcome.âÂ
    Severus let the point drop; he wasn't about to get into an argument over something so foolish. She was right - he did know himself best, and she, lucky girl, knew very little about the man he was. She had only the evidence of the last few months by which to judge him, and why not let one person, one hopelessly misguided person, believe him to be more than he was?
ââ "Yes, I thought you might be," he said, frowning. It was, as she said, only to be expected, but he had rather hoped that their stocks would hold for a bit longer. ââ "IÂ have been planning to make a trip to the coast for some time to harvest more, but I have yet to find the time, or someone willing to watch my back." He smiled coldly. ââ "It would be... unfortunate if I were to die on a simple supplies trip."
    He sighed, then moved to his desk, where a large almanac lay open. ââ "There is some evidence that turmeric or valerian root could potentially serve as substitutes, if prepared properly. They would not function nearly as well as Murtlap Essence, but they do appear to have some efficacy. As for Muggle remedies..." He pulled a small jar filled with an assortment of pills from inside his desk. ââ "Much of what they practise is ridiculous and dangerously outdated, but some of their medications have some use. I have been attempting to magically replicate the effects of their antibiotics, for instance, and some of the stronger painkillers are nearly as potent as my potions."
Hogsmeade...
"Brave words to say when youâre at the other end, boy," Petunia drawled back, eyes flickering between said boy and his wand. Something clicked in her mindâsome sort of inkling of recognition that she had no idea what to do with.Â
Whether he was friend or foe, Petunia lowered her aim, but kept her finger firmly on the trigger should the slack grip on his wand become less so.Â
"I think youâre entirely the monster I have to fear," She muttered, nodding to his wand and stiffening her lip. "But if Iâm to live Iâll have to put up with your lot."
An abrupt thought came to mind, spurred by the inkling that tickled the nape of her neck. âAre you from Little Whinging?â
"Your toy doesn't scare me," Severus said haughtily, tilting his head back in challenge. Let her try - let her give him a reason, any reason to wipe her out.
He smirked as he saw her lower her weapon. Of course; the stupid woman probably didn't even know how to use the damn thing. She'd have stolen it from her father, or perhaps her boyfriend, but likely didn't have the guts to use it herself.
Her words gave him pause, though, and for a moment he just furrowed his brow, staring at her. "Now how," he said, voice low and dangerous, "Would you know - oh hell."
Recognition washed over him, bringing forth flashes of images from the past. A scowling child, dragging her sister away. A tiny face, red with tears.
Petunia.
Despite the unlikelihood of such an event, it was Petunia Evans who stood before him, bold as brass, brandishing a Muggle weapon.Â
Oh, Petunia. If only she'd known just how close she'd come to provoking him.
"Of course, you would survive the outbreak, wouldn't you, Tuney?" he spat, thinking of all of the good witches and wizards lost to the infection. "Nasty creatures never quite die when you'd like."
He didn't bother to introduce himself. She would figure it out quickly enough.
idle talk || Severus & Sirius
        "As much I love the thought of sitting around and having a chat with you over some tea, Iâve got better things to do, Snape. So either help me out, or show me someone who can."
ââ "Unless you've come to me with something genuinely important, I would suggest not wasting my time. Tell me, then - what does the great Sirius Black need from mean, nasty old Snivellus?"
idle talk || Severus & Marcus
He would be lying if he said that Gideonâs wasnât one of the first names that floated foolishly, hopelessly to the forefront of his mind every time survivors were mentioned. When the name that came out of Severusâs mouth mirrored the ghost of his instinctual thought, he didnât quite comprehend it. It fell on him like a bad echo. He didnât dare believe it, especially since Severus seemed to be taking such pleasure in acting so unpleasantly. But how would he know that lying about Gideon in particular would be a cruel trick to him?
"I â Gideon?" he repeated dumbly. "Youâre sure?"Â
"Well, I suppose there always remains the possibility that some witch or wizard murdered Gideon Prewett, stole some of his hair, went through the trouble of brewing a flask of Polyjuice Potion to impersonate him, only to run into the middle of an infested city and wait for rescue, but somehow I doubt that was the case."Â
Severus's tone was heavy with sarcasm, and he rolled his eyes.
Of course I'm sure it was Gideon Prewett, you idiot. And even if I weren't, the healers I who took him away were quite certain about who it was that I'd rescued."
