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Severus feels the pumping of the bass through the crowds and, in his favorite parts of these concerts, he forgets himself. He is no longer gripping onto his own consciousness with both hands but rather one of the masses, blissfully disconnected from everything that plagues him on a daily basis. It is good, almost too good until he feels a deep heat surround his back. Instinctively he sinks into that heat, relishing the warmth until the voice that fills his ear makes his entire body tense. 

It takes everything in him not to whip his head around, effectively ruining the experience of the concert, the lost bliss shirking away from him forever. He peers down at the shorter man. “That’s quite a statement for a man who’s struggling to even see the stage.” His deep voice doesn’t carry as well as he’d like it too so he’s practically yelling, an activity entirely uncommon for Severus. 

But maybe it’s the.. how many was it? Five drinks? He’d lost count when the colors began to swirl together and the world took on a most postive outlook. Sirius’s hand no long felt like a threat– it felt like a tentative inquiry, a question that he’d never been asked before likwe this, and it ade his mouth dry. 

He raised an eyebrow at Sirius, watching the blue and green lights from the stage wash over his features “What do you want, Black?” His voice lacked its usual venom. 

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Sirius isn’t sure what to expect when Snape turns enough to address him. It’s been years since they’ve seen each other, even longer since they’ve had any sort of conversation. He’s expecting something biting, the usual snarl he would get when they were teens. He doesn’t get that. Instead, Snape delivers his insults with no true heat in them. It sends Sirius off-kilter, admittedly poorly thought through plans flying out of the window. He’s high enough that it flusters him. Sirius so rarely doesn’t know what to say.

He recalibrates, lets the smirk morph into a wide grin. If he takes a half step closer he can blame it on being jostled by the crowd and no one will be none the wiser. “What, you don’t wanna catch up with an old classmate?” His tongue catches in his teeth as he grins, in that way he picked up from Rose Tyler after watching too much Doctor Who as soon as he settled into a more muggle lifestyle after graduation. 

Since when has he had to look up at Snape to see him properly? Last time he checked they were the same height, or at the very least close enough near it that Sirius didn’t notice like he’s noticing now. There’s shouting behind him -- likely the start of some sort of mosh or proper fight breaking out up toward the stage -- but Sirius doesn’t pay it any mind. He’s hardly phased by a bit of roughhousing. 

“Since when did you start showing up at shows like this?” He’s still yelling, inching just a bit closer under the excuse of wanting to be heard above the noise. “A gangling bean pole like you is practically begging to get knocked on his ass.” Sirius’s tone is far more teasing than cruel -- a far cry from the tone he used to take with Snape. 

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my next mistake | sirius & severus

Usually, these underground punk concerts are Sirius’s favorite escape. They’re a break from all the magical nonsense that takes up his everyday life, and, as much as he adores his friends, these concerts are a break from them too. They’re like a breath of fresh air for Sirius; ironic, considering there’s hardly anything fresh about a stuffy basement bar with too many bodies crammed in one space. 

Normally Sirius enjoys these events with half a handle of something in his system, but for once, he isn’t drunk. Not sober-- as much as he loves these things, he doubts he could do them sober -- but not drunk. He smoked outside with the group he came with, and the pleasant hum of weed in his system is enough to keep him from getting jumpy when people bump into him. On his average night, he leaves these things bloodied and bruised from inevitably picking a fight with someone. 

He doesn’t know the band that’s up on stage, but he doesn’t have to enjoy them. The music is loud enough that it vibrates the whole room. That, or maybe it’s the constant movement of the crowd. He’s lost the group he came here with somewhere along the way, but it’s a sure-fire bet that they’re over at the bar. While he doesn’t want to leave, he would like to smoke another round and where’s the fun in it if he does it on his own? 

He’s shorter than some of the folks here, so he has to go up on his toes a bit to see over the crowd and toward the bar. He doesn’t spot his friends right away, instead, he gets an eye-full of someone far too familiar. Oh, isn’t this just a treat? 

Sirius smirks and takes a half step closer, putting a hand on Snape’s shoulder and leaning in enough to be heard over the noise. “I thought you’d be too delicate for this sort of thing! If you’re not careful you’ll get trampled.”

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