Title: The Alchemy Of Gloves
Title: The Alchemy Of Gloves
Team: Spy for the DEs
Challenge: Regency
Rating: PG
Characters: Severus and Hermione
Words: 3 X 100
Rating: Yes, I did it...I wrote the Regency challenge. (Any typos I apologize for and will fix later--I'm on a library computer)
Stepping into the apothecary, the Lady Granger sniffed and the musk of asphodel and hellebore filled her nose. A slight frisson went through her as she remembered all the warnings she had been given on the alchemist. They said he was a vile man, possessing a rude nature and too arrogant than was kindly looked upon. He cared not for the appropriate forms of address and mocked the etiquette required for proper breeding. If any should learn of her partaking in any form of discourse with him, the Lady Granger was sure the reprimand would be harsh and unforgiving.
***
He regarded her coolly with unabashed eyes and made no form of obeisance to her as her title warranted. She prickled slightly, but was secretly excited by it.
"Miss Granger, I thought it was highly improper for a lady to travel without a chaperone."
"It is Lady Granger. You are far too bold, Mr. Snape."
He took her extended hand and raised it to his lips. Instead of returning it back to her, as was wont in polite society, he began to remove her glove. He had the audacity to stare into her eyes, smiling dangerously, like the Chesire cat.
***
Her cheeks flushed and her heart beat a wild staccato. The glove slipped off her fingertips in a silken whisper, and she felt his thumb delicately violining on the back of her hand.
"Refrain your boldness to your speech, Mr. Snape."
Retrieving her hand, the Lady Granger left the apothecary. He brought her perfumed glove to his face, feeling the silk tickle his nose. When she turned in the street to look at him through the window, he waved the glove at her and snickered when she stormed away. They both knew she would return...and not for the glove.
Team: Spy for the DEs
Challenge: Regency
Rating: PG
Characters: Severus and Hermione
Words: 3 X 100
Rating: Yes, I did it...I wrote the Regency challenge. (Any typos I apologize for and will fix later--I'm on a library computer)
Stepping into the apothecary, the Lady Granger sniffed and the musk of asphodel and hellebore filled her nose. A slight frisson went through her as she remembered all the warnings she had been given on the alchemist. They said he was a vile man, possessing a rude nature and too arrogant than was kindly looked upon. He cared not for the appropriate forms of address and mocked the etiquette required for proper breeding. If any should learn of her partaking in any form of discourse with him, the Lady Granger was sure the reprimand would be harsh and unforgiving.
***
He regarded her coolly with unabashed eyes and made no form of obeisance to her as her title warranted. She prickled slightly, but was secretly excited by it.
"Miss Granger, I thought it was highly improper for a lady to travel without a chaperone."
"It is Lady Granger. You are far too bold, Mr. Snape."
He took her extended hand and raised it to his lips. Instead of returning it back to her, as was wont in polite society, he began to remove her glove. He had the audacity to stare into her eyes, smiling dangerously, like the Chesire cat.
***
Her cheeks flushed and her heart beat a wild staccato. The glove slipped off her fingertips in a silken whisper, and she felt his thumb delicately violining on the back of her hand.
"Refrain your boldness to your speech, Mr. Snape."
Retrieving her hand, the Lady Granger left the apothecary. He brought her perfumed glove to his face, feeling the silk tickle his nose. When she turned in the street to look at him through the window, he waved the glove at her and snickered when she stormed away. They both knew she would return...and not for the glove.