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[emptyyourself]

[The following entry has been made from Martha’s communicator.

After about an hour or two, the responses were all marked 'Private'.]

i am never getting off this ship

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[lovemystruggles]

[Harry'd still been disoriented from the port's events and frankly, setting into the Barge itself. He'd seen a lot of beeping from the device he'd been given - and still wasn't entirely sure how to use. He'd gone for the library, after grabbing a muffin to go. No Pince to complain, right?

He wanders with a bit of a mess from the crumbs over his sweater before finding the ex-potions master. He stops, still, shellshocked still at him being alive before debating leaving. Then, being very much a Gryffindor and Lily Potter's son he goes forward, carefully]

Er, professor?

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[emptyyourself]

[Snape raises his eyes from the communicator he's nicked from his wife. It takes him an excruciatingly long time to register what he's looking at. Maybe seeing Potter for the first time since the boy came aboard makes it more real, and he's trying to overcome his disbelief.

More likely, however, he's simply very drunk and trying to form a coherent thought.

What comes out is a groan. He lets his head fall back with a thunk against the bookshelf serving to hold him in a sitting position.]

Not you.

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[lovemystruggles]

[Which is enough of a confirmation that it's actually him. A nearly wry smile crosses Harry's face, before vanishing. Anger and frustration aside, he was - is happy that the man is alive. Even if 'well' isn't true here.]

The one and only.

[And he moves forward, the wrapper from the earlier muffin on the shelf - reaching for the bottle. After the war, he can guess the signs of why he's this much of a mess. Doesn't stop him from the question with the obvious answer though.]

What are you doing? Seriously, Snape. [A pause, before going on.] Getting drunk in the library?

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[emptyyourself]

[The minute Harry reaches for the bottle, Snape drops the communicator in favor of his wand, which he points unsteadily at his ex-student. One of the two he's seeing at the moment.]

I could kill you. You would just come back and everyone would understand. Give me a reason, Potter, and I swear I'll do it. Step away from that bottle like a good boy.

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[lovemystruggles]

[He pauses. Doesn't move, just gives him a look.]

You could, but you won't. [Which might be trying his luck, slightly, but Harry tends to do that.] What're you doing like this?

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[emptyyourself]

[You don't really believe that, do you, Potter? He slowly reaches out his free hand to draw the bottle away. Clearly, what's important here is not that this boy defeated the Dark Lord or that Snape's having a nervous breakdown, but that Potter is trying to steal his liquor.

Priorities.]

Always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

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[lovemystruggles]

[He's not the youngest seeker in a century for nothing. His wand, in his back pocket, is being reached for with the opposite hand as he goes for it.]

Yeah, yeah. I've heard that before.

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[emptyyourself]

If you want firewhiskey, go get your own. Martha gave me this one.

[That seems like a very good explanation for why he doesn't want Potter putting his grubby little fingers on the bottle.

And of course, he forgets for a moment why it is he has his wand trained on the other man and lowers it now that he has the bottle in custody.]

Go away. Why are you always -

Insult to injury, Potter? You're always insult to injury.