Severus Octavius Snape

Conversation in Snape's flat, Notting Hill Gate, London

2009-11-28T02:53:38Z

Watch his hands.

Conversation in The Promenade, London

2009-11-21T03:09:16Z

I hope this is to your liking.

Conversation in Lake Cottage

2009-11-15T04:30:10Z

Watch yourself, miro chavo.

Conversation in Severus's flat, Notting Hill Gate

2009-11-11T02:53:51Z

What are you doing here?

Conversation in the Athenaeum

2009-11-03T04:50:54Z

You're late.

On the street in front of a house, Notting Hill Gate, London

2009-10-27T03:58:05Z

You're late.

Conversation in Diagon Alley, London

2009-10-18T22:25:00Z

Get out of the damned way--Oh.

*a long pause*

My apologies.

OWL POST: Albus Dumbledore

2009-10-12T16:38:33Z

Albus,

I am residing in Clerkenwell at the moment, though I'm keeping my rooms in the Athenaeum for the times when I feel the distinct urge to get away from my son's mother.

Finola's Floo is Rosebrier House, Clerkenwell, and do not bloody well laugh at that damnable name.

You may call at your convenience.

Severus

Private post

2009-10-09T03:42:46Z

There's a lock on the liquor cabinet today. It was there when I woke up this morning, heavy and blackly iron. I've no idea where Finola put the damned key, and can't be arsed to search for it.

I could break the lock if I wish. She knows it as well as I do. It's not even as complex as the warding she's attempted before.

I'm not certain what that means.

She said nothing when I came back in Wednesday morning before she left for work, merely raised her eyebrow at the bruises and scratches barely visible above my collar. I don't even know if she suspects them of being Draco's.

Who would, really?

We barely slept at all the entire night. We didn't talk. Talking is far too dangerous for us at the moment. It leads to anger and bitterness and grief on both sides.

Instead I touched him, kissed him, held him, fucked him. Felt his fingernails scrape down my back, his thighs shake around my hips. Heard him whisper my name as I moved inside him, heard him cry it in gasping breaths as he came, his fingers gripping my shoulders tight enough to bruise. And for one night I could pretend that nothing in our world had changed.

Stupid of me. The morning sun fades the illusion, of course. The dream ends, and we wake to futile reality.

We didn't speak as we dressed, and the kiss we shared behind a pillar in the lobby of Brown's was bittersweet at best. I couldn't help but wonder as he stepped away from me, his mouth swollen and lovebites red on his throat, if this would be the last time I touch him.

I'm a fool, I know. I should go home. I should take my place back in his bed. But at what cost? Ignoring what brought us to this point will do no damned good, and even I recognise that fact, wary as I am of anything that smacks of emotional content.

What do I want, he asks, over and over again. I don't know. I wish I did.

I won't break the lock tonight.

I'll drink tea instead.

OWL POST: Draco Malfoy, Lake Cottage

2009-10-06T17:29:19Z

My deepest regards on your birthday, ves'tacha.

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Along with the note is an enormous bouquet of white lilies.

OWL POST: Draco Malfoy

2009-09-23T02:26:15Z

Draco,

I was under the assumption you didn't give a flying damn any longer where I deposited myself, but since my whereabouts are obviously concerning you, I have chosen to spend some time in Clerkenwell at Finola's townhouse. Which I am quite certain you've already discovered in some manner. You may find me there or at the Athenaeum, one of the two.

As you are the bloody keeper of the children's schedules, you tell me when you believe it most convenient to see them. If you wish it to be away from Lake Cottage, then have Harry or Marcellus bring them here to Clerkenwell.

If there is anything else you wish to demand of me, do feel free to owl.

Severus

OWL POST: Finola Dolohova, Wizarding Wing, British Museum, Bloomsbury

2009-09-18T15:19:46Z

I utterly despise you.

Huber's Refractive Charm? Really? You might have tried harder.

S.

OWL POST: Finola Dolohova, Wizarding Wing, British Museum, Bloomsbury

2009-09-18T14:27:36Z

You awful bitch.

You do realise that I'll eventually discover how to unward the liquor cabinet. Or decide to Apparate to Oddbins.

S.

Conversation in the Athenaeum

2009-09-18T02:39:25Z

*throwing open the door*

For Christ's sake, can't I just be bloody well left alone--oh.

What the hell are you doing here?

Conversation in the American Bar, Savoy Hotel, London

2009-09-15T01:19:53Z

Draco.

OWL POST: Draco Malfoy

2009-09-14T04:26:57Z

Draco,

I have a prior engagement tomorrow afternoon; however, I suppose I can meet you afterwards. I'll be there at seven.

Severus

In the bar at the Athenaeum

2009-09-06T04:55:31Z

A Macallan. Double. Neat.

Conversation in Severus's quarters, The Athenaeum, London

2009-09-05T04:07:32Z

*the opening of a door*

Oh. It's you.

Conversation in Snape's room in the Athenaeum, London

2009-08-31T01:48:56Z

Why the hell are you here?

Conversation in the conservatory, Lake Cottage

2009-08-30T04:43:16Z

I just put the children to bed. Harry said you wished to see me before I left.

OWL POST: Horace Slughorn

2009-08-28T03:25:45Z

Horace,

I spoke to Albus tonight.

Dolores Umbridge? What the bloody hell is the board thinking? Albus says half the staff has resigned in protest. Intelligent of them, but what on earth is going on at my school? Term begins in four days.

Severus

P.S. Do inform my eldest son that I am tired of his avoiding me and that he is a damned fool if he thinks I hold him to blame for this debacle.

Conversation in a back gallery, British Museum, Bloomsbury, London

2009-08-22T00:44:48Z

My God...

PARKINSON.

Conversation in the members bar at the Athenaeum

2009-08-21T02:19:45Z

Whisky, please. Double and neat.

OWL POST: Albus Dumbledore

2009-08-12T02:57:16Z

The ink is splattered in places, and the entire note reeks of Macallan.

Albus,

For God's sake, man, don't send that bloody Patronus of yours on a body unawares. Blasted thing knocked my whisky off my chair arm.

Call on me if you want. I don't care. Horace knows where I am. In London. At his club. In Pall Mall. But if you do, bring the tin of shortbread in the second drawer of my desk. I forgot the damned thing yesterday. Or whenever it was. And I want my bloody shortbread.

Rufus Scrimgeour is pasty-faced gnomefucker, Albus. I want that perfectly clear and in my personnel file. Make certain Horace puts it in there. I said Rufus Scrimgeour is pasty-faced gnomefucker. And he probably enjoys it, the perverted bastard wretch. I hope they bite his prick off one day.

Bring the shortbread. And more whisky. No. They have whisky here. But no shortbread.

Severus

P.S. Majorca, Albus, really? I would expect better of you.

FLOO CALL: Rufus Scrimgeour, MLE

2009-08-10T23:09:03Z

You fucking bastard.