Date: Wednesday, October 11, 2000
Time: From 1pm
Location: The Blackpool Tower Ballrooms, Blackpool
Characters Involved: OPEN TO ALL (Pansy's such an attention whore)
Rating: PG-13ish, presumably for possible swearing only
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Finally - she got to be the centre of attention )
However, Anna-Marie had been a classmate. In school. In Slytherin HOUSE. It is impossible to adequately describe, in a few short paragraphs, the true mortification which memories of that portion of his life afforded him. Not just the school-boy-cruelty of Black and Potter as remembered embarrassment. That could be over-come with haughty disdain and the pleasant knowledge that both individuals were quite dead.
No, this was mortification of a far worse kind, stemming from his own actions! Poor beyond poor, half-blood, and even uglier as a youth than he was now, he started his school career with a multitude of 'strikes' against him! The heavy yorkshire accent had not been completely overcome in his early school years, adding to the disdain of his superior classmates ( ... )
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The gift he had brought was not in the least 'personal', considering that he no longer had much insight into the young lady's preferences. However, he did know enough about females, in general, and wealthy females more particularly, to be able to have a tolerable 'guess'. The jewelers in Hogsmeade was able to help him select a tasteful pearl-teardrop pendant on a fine gold necklace, and matching earrings. It was less than he generally spent on Draco's birthday, but would not be considered 'miserly' considering his station in relation to theirs. The store wrapped it appropriately in paper with tasteful imprints of their logo on the bow, and he had retrieved ( ... )
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It required almost as much control now. He almost did not take her hand - even that common gesture was at least as distasteful to him as it was to her! However, if he was to 'prove' himself to have matured beyond that boy which she must surely still see as she looked at him, it would not do to slight her, here and now.
Besides, Severus had developed a highly critical view of everything and everyone. He no longer saw the perfect beauty which had set his adolescent hormones raging, but instead saw the ice-princess, as cold and untouchable now, as ever, and he wondered how she had ever submitted to such a carnal act as to conceive a child at all. The tiny lines and slight roughening of the once-perfect complexion did not escape his sharp gaze, and the ( ... )
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"And how wonderful it must be for you, Professor Snape," she said quietly, "to be able to work for a wage in a profession you enjoy so much ( ... )
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He glanced at Miss Parkinson, finally able to see her through the thinning queue in front of him, and his brows arched slightly, in spite of himself, in surprise at her rather daring attire.
Daring, but still quite elegant. The daughter possessed a flair and a passion for life which the mother had never achieved. Perhaps that was why Anna-Marie's exquisite beauty no longer seemed to have sway over him.
Well, that, and his recent discovery that he did, indeed prefer men. Or at least, one man.
His gaze returned to Anna-Marie, and his expression became taught with disapproval. Qualifying her 'pride' in her daughter as something which could only be earnt by certain behaviours was not a winning point with Severus! He had watched Draco, for years, strive to be 'worthy' of the filial pride he so longed for, while Lucius withheld ( ... )
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Certainly, her barbed comments on Snape's breeding and lifestyle did not seem to have the effect she was used to exciting in people. Of course, usually Anna-Marie only associated with people who appreciated her own good breeding and superior status and while Snape had once been situated well within that group, it had been a long time.
She didn't like the insolent way he looked at her, the way he commented on her child and her parenting. As though anyone had ever intended that she should be a mother in lower people's meaning of the word. One couldn't host soirees with a baby on one's hip and a splodge of gloop down one's front. What was the point of house-elves if not to relieve one of less savoury tasks ( ... )
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Still, before he could argue the point - and he was more than willing to engage in heated debate right here in the queue, which Anna-Marie would consider ample evidence of his 'low breeding' - she launched her next attack, and unfortunately this was a 'direct hit'. He was not that boy, anymore, and he no longer cared (much) what opinion those like Anna-Marie held of him. None of which changed the fact that being reminded, so blatantly, of such history was exceedingly distasteful ( ... )
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