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[malfaith]

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Lucius sweeps into the room, his face fixed in a thin line. He sweeps his traveling cloak off of his back and onto the table the Healers use for treatment, striding directly towards the man in the middle of the room. Severus looks . . . fine. He's always peaky and pale. Lucius can ascertain no obvious damage or brutal maiming. That means something worse, of which there are any number of increasingly fatal options. "What happened?" He demands, getting close enough to get a good look. "I was told the situation was critical." He cancelled a meeting to be here.

Lucius intends to wait for an answer, but his eyes flick more critically around the room. "Do they have you in here with someone else? I'll have them move you to a better room." He'd already made it clear that he was invested in Severus's treatment, which should mean that he gets extra attention from the Healers. "There's much better places to be." He curls his lip ever so slightly. Even the hospital rooms Lucius gets are better than those of the masses. He makes sure of it.

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The tall figure in the chair sighed and leaned his head forward to rub his forehead on his hands. His elbows rested on his knees and his hands were closed in front of him. He was frustrated, not at Snape, the fact that the man didn’t remember him wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t like his pride had been hurt because they weren’t actually friends. He only had one friend among them and it had never been this man. No, the annoyance was in the fact that people had been right about his memory being screwed and that he had been right by saying that it would make no difference if he saw him or not. 

But then the Dark Lord had insisted, had sent his best curse breaker to his favourite pet to check him out and see if there was something the healers had missed, something hidden that perhaps only he could notice. A silent string of curses left him, not spoken in English but in his native tongue of Russian before he leaned back in the chair and crossed one long leg over the other. his elbows now on the armrests and his fingers still interlocked. “I’m here because a mutual friend asked me to,” he said. Or rather insisted on. “I know you’ve had many visitors lately, claiming this and that, trying to force you to remember things. That’s not why I’m here,” it was not a false claim. he hadn’t come to force him to do anything, he’d merely come to observe and maybe put things right if he was able to.

“I won’t make a claim and say we were friends. My name is Antonin and at the very least, we were acquainted,” brethren perhaps, but that didn’t automatically make them friends in his eyes. he knew very little of the man and he didn’t allow anyone to know much about him either. “How are you? All things considered?” Was this how you made small talk? he would need some time to be able to observe if anything was askew, and to get that, he needed to bye the time and have a reason to stay for a bit.

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           Taking the vial carefully, Arthur lets out a small hum as he stares at the liquid, uneasiness settling deep in his stomach. “Thank you, Severus,” he practically whispers, a frown forming on his face. “I know you’re busy. I appreciate your time for making this,” he adds. Ever since the snake bit him, he’s needed a potion since leaving St. Mungo’s. However, being unable to afford it --- well, he is thankful, indeed, even if his children do stare, distrustfully.

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His skin was burning, it always burned. It was never-ending torment and it was all happening in his head. Theo knew, reasonably, that he was fine. He was alive. But staring at his arm, staring at the mark that laid there, made him want to scratch and claw at his own skin. When Theo closed his eyes, he was still there, screaming as his father offered him up like a lamb to the slaughter. It was the first time since he was a child that he ever screamed around his father and wasn’t silenced by a curse. 

The only thing that felt heavier than the mark on his arm was the Head Boy badge that Profes-Headmaster Snape had given him. Because his head of house was the Headmaster now.

“I can’t do this.” Theo murmured, running his hands through his hair as he paced in the Headmaster’s office. He looked calm, too calm. A mask was what he clearly wore, hiding his emotions from the world. Even from Snape, the person who he was trying to convince to take the badge away from him.

“How...I can’t...they shouldn’t have me as Head Boy, really. I can’t help any of them.”

[lcngbottom]

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"N-not you."

It's as though Neville is going through a bit of a spiral back in time when he looks at his potion professor. He'd been nearly out of school for a year but he was left there stammering as he looked at Severus Tobias Snape. The man that had tormented him for his childhood. "If you're here to cause trouble, I'll tell you to g-get out."

[thelastblack]

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"Nightshade," Narcissa says. "As you requested." There has to be someone else he could get it from, but perhaps he wants no record at all of the controlled ingredient she offers him in a small pouch. "I keep some here." With Lucius's darker artifacts, in case she needs it. It's an ingredient in quite a few of the poisons she brews from time to time.

There's only so many times he can make it here. Narcissa's typically pristine fingers are stained with ash and ink and wine. She's taken up smoking again, and the sickly sweet smell of it clings to her robes. "And - Draco. Is he . . . how is he?" There's no real questions to ask. Narcissa wants nothing more than for him to come back home for the holidays. This place is devastatingly empty. If she never sees him again alive . . .

[dreamssorestless]

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She knew her love well enough by now that he wasn’t quite comfortable with her reassurances…but how could she help it, when he thought so little of himself? Eve knew he’d never see himself in the lens she did, but she’d nevertheless continue to remind him that she did see him that way. Saw the good in him, and just how beautiful that goodness was.

His capacity to do so much for those around him, and how much love he had within…after all, hadn’t he given her just about the world? All the love and devotion Eve had craved for far too long?

“Oh, I’m perfectly aware of that…but it’s more than paid off, seeing the good in you.” Eve returned that smile, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “When I found you, I found incomprehensible joy, and still do. Your presence in my life has made all the difference…”

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[auriibus]

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Severus

“How long have you been down here?”

One hand was placed on her book, her finger underlining every word she read while her other hand was covered in ink stains from writing down notes. "Since after lunch? I think." Though the last time she remembered eating had been breakfast, so perhaps it's been longer than she had thought. “I was going through some of the older books we had in the library, trying to see if there was possibly anything else that could help us.”