Wherein Snape hides from the law and attempts to recover from his grevious injuries
Character Names: Severus Snape, James Potter, Remus Lupin
When: Second week of the Paris Plot
Location: An abandoned building in one of the smaller parts of city
Summary: After attacking Minatsuki and getting beaten up by Yoh, Snape's been keeping a low profile and trying to heal himself. It's not going well, but help in the form of two Gryffindors might be on the way.
Ratings: PG? PG-13? We'll see
Warnings: Bitterness. Anger. Teen issues.
Somewhere in Paris IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION Snape brooded, alone. For over a week he'd been hiding and hurt. Too proud to ask for help, too scared to present himself when everyone was looking for him, he stayed hidden.
In the dark room of the abandoned restaurant he'd found enough supplies to begin brewing potions. A small cast-iron pot bubbled and hissed away on a Muggle stove. Snape himself sat beside it, right hand in a clumsy-looking sling, nose twisted-looking and eyes puffy. He looked a wreck, and he felt worse.
Beaten by a Muggle. A stupid Muggle who cared too much for his horrid sister.
Snape waved his wand with his left hand, awkward and unsure. The potion in the pot stirred itself. He sighed and found himself wishing that he was back in Hogwarts, away from everyone at the manor, away from its insane residents and Plots.
When: Second week of the Paris Plot
Location: An abandoned building in one of the smaller parts of city
Summary: After attacking Minatsuki and getting beaten up by Yoh, Snape's been keeping a low profile and trying to heal himself. It's not going well, but help in the form of two Gryffindors might be on the way.
Ratings: PG? PG-13? We'll see
Warnings: Bitterness. Anger. Teen issues.
Somewhere in Paris IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION Snape brooded, alone. For over a week he'd been hiding and hurt. Too proud to ask for help, too scared to present himself when everyone was looking for him, he stayed hidden.
In the dark room of the abandoned restaurant he'd found enough supplies to begin brewing potions. A small cast-iron pot bubbled and hissed away on a Muggle stove. Snape himself sat beside it, right hand in a clumsy-looking sling, nose twisted-looking and eyes puffy. He looked a wreck, and he felt worse.
Beaten by a Muggle. A stupid Muggle who cared too much for his horrid sister.
Snape waved his wand with his left hand, awkward and unsure. The potion in the pot stirred itself. He sighed and found himself wishing that he was back in Hogwarts, away from everyone at the manor, away from its insane residents and Plots.