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Falmouth Falcons face the Applebee Arrows

Aug 07, 2006 21:51

Date: Monday, 7 August
Time: All Day, starting in the morning
Place: Wagtail's Flat, then the Quidditch World Cup Stadium, etc.
Characters Involved: Severus Snape, Myron Wagtail
Rating: PG-13 or less

( It was really rather childish, the way the Quidditch League - or whomever held sway over such things - could not think of any more clever device than to use Primary-School Alliteration in the naming of their teams! )

status: complete, status: invitation only, character: severus snape, event: quidditch match, character: myron wagtail

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diva_myron August 10 2006, 15:56:34 UTC

The day had started very early for Myron. At eight in the morning, to be precise. That was far too early, especially considering the earlier midnight to three a.m. ad lib sessions he'd been working on at his studio. Alone, of course, surrounded by his bass guitars, keyboards, mics and the music books. Precious nights, those.

However, staying up that late had made it certain that Myron's already dangerously thin looks were exacerbated by the darkish circles under his eyes, turning him into a very stylish and handsome but rather fatiqued person. Not that he was tired per se. Exuberant as always, he jumped in his fluffy armchair, where he'd been taking a short nap, when he heard the knock on the door, as it magically resounded around the house in a silver chime. Throwing the blanket away, Myron hurried to open the door, managing to stumble across the fan-given soft toy that lay on the floor. Muttering muffled curses, very mild at that, he finally made it to the oaken entrance and after a second of regaining his composure- the door was ( ... )

subtle_simmer August 10 2006, 18:48:32 UTC

Severus stepped inside with no small amount of trepidation. Why he felt so nervous was a mystery, but he was. The house was quite spacious compared to Spinner's End, even after the magical additions, and was bright and open. The downside of having stacks of books covering every available surface was that the rooms tended to take on a dark and slightly crowded feel.

Not that Severus cared about such things.

The signs of fatigue did not elude Severus, though he was not so comfortable with Wagtail as to admonish him to sleep more and eat more as he might have done with Draco or any of his housemates. Still, he thought maybe this mini-break might do the younger man some good, which made him feel less uncertain about extending the invitation.

It was Quidditch! Surely men attended Quidditch matches together all the time? 'Male-bonding' or some such rubbish ( ... )

diva_myron August 11 2006, 07:32:47 UTC

"Ooh, a tent!" Myron exclaimed, casting a quick fascinated glance at Snape, before continuing on his walking about the room, gathering various musical pieces and dazzlingly white socks and random flowers he'd procure from his wand. Why on earth hadn't he thought of bringing order to his guest room earlier?! Now he was forced to clean the room in front of the other man, which was a better option still, compared to the option of leaving everything the way it was. Wait. It didn't make any difference- catch twenty two, really. Whatever Myron did, the mess wouldn't have escaped Snape's all-noticing gaze. Besides, it wasn't like Myron had been a paragon of orderliness before ( ... )

subtle_simmer August 11 2006, 09:28:45 UTC

Severus concealed the exasperated eye-roll as best he could - he really should have expected Mr Wagtail to be as eager as a child at Yule at the suggestion of a tent. He was just to the point of a rather indulgent smirk in the younger man's direction when Wagtail's next effusions melted the smirk completely away into a scowl.

Not him, too!

Severus would not bother trying to act affronted or say something ridiculous like, 'What is wrong with my look', when he was more than capable of delineating those flaws himself, thank you very much.

It just happened that he had thought Wagtail to be one of the few individuals who saw around his hideousness, or maybe one of the even fewer that for some god-forsaken reason found arse-ugly to be appealing. Whatever the case, finding Wagtail, now, prepared to engage in some sort of endeavour as to try and make him... what did he SAY?

Wagtail did NOT just say the word 'pretty' in regards to Severus Snape, did he ( ... )

diva_myron August 11 2006, 11:04:39 UTC

Beautiful. Myron sat there smiling-- his smile threatening to spill into a large affectionate grin, as he watched Snape glower and attempt to refute him. He had grown attached to that look of surprised indignation and found it very attractive on the other man. Which was not surprising, of course, considering it was the very look he had described in his dedication to the other man.

So cruel is the arc of your scowling brow,
Cello-like your voice

Indeed! Myron was tempted to say something even more outrageous just to see the man glower for longer, so he could indulge in a sight that was proving to be one of his favourite. It could only be topped by Snape's amused smirks and grudging smiles or the mysterious half-smiles of another person he'd found himself attracted to.

Wait-- attraction? Stop it."Yes, your look," he finally replied, trying hard to wipe off the still present smile from his lips. Leaning back and crossing his legs, Myron cocked his head, considering the other man for a few seconds. "As a professional, when it comes ( ... )

subtle_simmer August 11 2006, 16:37:25 UTC

All right, then. Definitely not Bellatrix in disguise. She would never have turnt her back on him, no matter how clever the concealment.

He shook his head in silent bemusement as Wagtail flew out of the room with even more energy that he'd been fluttering about within it. The brief absence gave him time to ponder what Wagtail had said - seemingly too ridiculous to rate actual response at the time it was said.

Handsome!

An inelegant snort of derision followed Wagtail out of the room.

"Completely addled," Severus said under his breath, in agreement with the young man's final exclamation.

diva_myron August 13 2006, 03:48:55 UTC

It was his kettle's barely audible whistling that made Myron jump up and rush towards the kitchen. He had been preparing a very nice Earl Grey with milky cream, a delicious treat for a morning. Just a few minutes before Snape's arrival, actually ( ... )

subtle_simmer August 13 2006, 06:48:43 UTC

Let it not be said that Severus Snape - whether Muggle or Wizard - was not first and foremost an Englishman. Here, at least, he and Mr Wagtail would find no disagreement, for Severus was very, very fond of his tea (as evidenced by the gradual staining of his teeth due to his almost continually sipping of the stuff.)

Of course, as a Potions Brewer, and a very arrogant one at that, he considered himself to be the 'best' at anything which required proper brewing, steeping, simmering, or anything of the sort. Albus Dumbledore had always sworn he liked Severus' raspberry jam better than any other. (And yes, Severus did make it, regularly, specifically for Albus.)

However, it really is impossible to be 'the best' at everything, towering arrogance notwithstanding. Upon taking a chair near the coffee table and tentatively accepting a cup, he sipped at it with great intrepidity and found, to his surprise, that Mr Wagtail's tea was very good, indeed. Severus tended to prefer his just a little stronger, and black, (Earl Grey, after all, ( ... )

diva_myron August 13 2006, 14:08:17 UTC

Sipping from his own teacup, Myron watched the other man from behind the porcelain brim, hoping his tea-brewing would be found tolerable. His lips stretched into a wide smile, as he noticed Snape taking another sip, and then yet another. It was victory!

More relaxed than ever, Myron leaned to the back, legs crossed. Snape's reply, however, sent him into a minor choking fit, as his eyes widened in surprise.

"Point, point! A perfect point, really," he said, once he had acquired his control over the coughing in a few seconds. Brows creasing slightly he looked down to check on his shirt and the possible tea splashes on it. "Phew, almost got myself."

"Anyway, I hadn't thought about it - although I doubt it should surprise you by now," Myron added with a pinch of self-deprecation. IT really was a bad idea to live alone in this house and this incident had proven the point precisely. He needed Kir moving in with him now more than ever, lest he destroy everything around with his absent-mindedness and inability to concentrate on the ( ... )

subtle_simmer August 13 2006, 17:48:49 UTC

Casting Wagtail the amused smirk which passed as Severus' version of a 'smile' most of the time, he finished his tea - as much of a compliment as he could pay, not being one to offer praise for anything as a rule, and certainly not for something so mundane as tea ( ... )

diva_myron September 9 2006, 07:15:03 UTC

"Oh no, please, don't worry about the tea-things - we'll just throw them into the sink and be done with it." Myron stood up, gathering everything into the tray back, before stopping to think for a moment. His comment could technically be considered a slovenliness, which he really was not. But in the other man's mind, it could be. With a slightly apologizing smile, he turned back at Snape and added, "It's not that I'm a pig, Mr Snape, not really, it's just that I'd rather not be preoccupied with such petty things when there's a whole three-day adventure waiting ahead ( ... )

subtle_simmer September 10 2006, 03:39:34 UTC

((ooc: replied in a new tail))

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