Falmouth Falcons face the Applebee Arrows
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! )
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! )
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, should not be adulterated!) but this was quite tolerable.
"Not to diminish the importance of your 'energy', but I think it would have been far more detrimental to have accidentally left with the kettle still on the stove. It would be hardly much of a pleasant mini-break if you come home to find your house in ashes," he said sardonically.
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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 mundane things.
"I think I ought to hire a housekeeper because such... things happen on an almost regular basis. I can't seem to concentrate on things other than music and, you know, my other interests." He shrugged and took another sip of his tea, noting that he'd made it just the perfect way.
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Privately thinking Wagtail did, indeed, need some sort of a 'keeper', though housekeeper might cover the bulk of the needs, Severus rose from his chair.
"Perhaps, then, a brief round of the house to ensure you've left nothing else 'on' and secured all the doors and windows would be wise, before we leave?"
Severus was intensely curious, in spite of himself, to see the rest of the house - but he was not so willing to reveal his curiosity as to invite himself along on the security-check. Still, being who he was, he could never leave his own house - or even go to bed at night - until he'd done a similar security check of the entire house and tested all the locks. Though, now he had housemates, he was forced to content himself with only his own rooms and 'community' areas, and had to trust that the residents within each private bedroom were wise enough to keep their own windows secure.
"Shall I rinse the tea-things whilst you make your security check, so you don't return home to an odoriferous, sodden mess?"
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That said, Myron left the room for the kitchen, walking faster than necessary so that he'd be back sooner to the intriguing man. It was quite the mystery - what exactly about that man attracted Myron so. And even a bigger mystery was the nature of his attraction. Hmmm.
Back very soon, Myron offered a bright smile at the other man. "And now, if you do not mind, please join me on the final check-up tour of my funky abode." Hand extended, Myron waited for the other man to step up so they could start their little journey.
The structure of the house was weird and well matched for Myron's whimsical nature. The staircase leading to the first floor was hidden somewhere in the depths of the house and one had to know the location of rooms to know one's whereabouts. The first room on the two's way was (besides kitchen and the dining hall they'd seen already) Myron's library.
Completely white, just as the rest of the house, the library was not exactly like any library seen before. In fact, very few would have recognized it for what it was, possibly, as it missed the most essential constituent - the books themselves. It was clear and very spatial, with only the statue of Greek Pallas Athena in between the two floor-to-ceiling windows, behind which a giant oaken tree rustled its leaves. A few more white pillows and mats were placed in an aesthetically chaotic way, with a large and fragile chandelier hanging from the perfect ceiling.
"Seems like no danger's present here, hm?" Myron asked his companion, gazing at him curiously. What would the other man think of his library?
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