Now what you gonna do?
WHO: The greasy wizard (bestunrevealed) and the bushy-haired witch (femininehermes)
WHERE: The City, not far from the MAC.
WHEN: Sunday, August 14th, Mid-Day
WARNINGS: Magic nerds.
SUMMARY: Hermione and Snape run into each other as Snape goes about doing work for both the fundraiser and his own efforts into getting the hell out of the MAC.
FORMAT: YES! YES! THERE WILL BE A FORMAT! HOW DID YOU GUESS?!
While he resolved to speak to Andromeda sometime in the near future, Snape found himself spending more and more time outside the MAC. He was truly loathing it there; it was high, bright, and so very Muggle. Plastics everywhere. Modern contraptions. It made him more uncomfortable the longer he was there, and he was reaching the point where he would haunt the city rather then endure it. Oh, he had to come back for various reasons, and he still slept there, but more often he was finding new places to be. Nill's church, for one, gave him haven.
This wasn't quite enough, however. He couldn't deny he was a man of routine when able; it was comfortable, helped guide his purpose -- which he lacked here and now -- and found coming short. Oh, Sally's company helped ease things a bit, and her business acumen was refreshing, but it was still short of the driving cause that had ridden him like a stallion toward hell's gates for the last near-twenty years. There was a difference between work and purpose.
It was with these thoughts in his mind that he stopped short at the elevator heading down from the MAC.
There was someone he knew on it. Immediately familiar, and apparently had found sense enough to change out of ... whatever it was she'd been wearing when she first arrived.
"Miss Granger?"
WHERE: The City, not far from the MAC.
WHEN: Sunday, August 14th, Mid-Day
WARNINGS: Magic nerds.
SUMMARY: Hermione and Snape run into each other as Snape goes about doing work for both the fundraiser and his own efforts into getting the hell out of the MAC.
FORMAT: YES! YES! THERE WILL BE A FORMAT! HOW DID YOU GUESS?!
While he resolved to speak to Andromeda sometime in the near future, Snape found himself spending more and more time outside the MAC. He was truly loathing it there; it was high, bright, and so very Muggle. Plastics everywhere. Modern contraptions. It made him more uncomfortable the longer he was there, and he was reaching the point where he would haunt the city rather then endure it. Oh, he had to come back for various reasons, and he still slept there, but more often he was finding new places to be. Nill's church, for one, gave him haven.
This wasn't quite enough, however. He couldn't deny he was a man of routine when able; it was comfortable, helped guide his purpose -- which he lacked here and now -- and found coming short. Oh, Sally's company helped ease things a bit, and her business acumen was refreshing, but it was still short of the driving cause that had ridden him like a stallion toward hell's gates for the last near-twenty years. There was a difference between work and purpose.
It was with these thoughts in his mind that he stopped short at the elevator heading down from the MAC.
There was someone he knew on it. Immediately familiar, and apparently had found sense enough to change out of ... whatever it was she'd been wearing when she first arrived.
"Miss Granger?"