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[leviohhhhsa]

[Who:] Hermione Granger, Severus Snape
[What:] 'Just stand there and let me try and curse you.' Magical experiments ahoy.
[When:] End of Week 6.
[Where:] Hermione's new base of operations.

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[emptyyourself]

Severus didn't bother with a reply to Hermione's message. She knew he had been waiting - and if she was as familiar with him as she claimed, she probably also knew he disliked being placed at her beck and call. He didn't believe he could have changed that much in fifteen years.

Or perhaps it was simply the tea that made him so tetchy. It bothered him on a number of levels: that she had tea at all, that he wanted it, that she had offered him some as though he would care to share anything of hers. That he was getting so rankled about something as absurd as tea bags

[leviohhhhsa]

She glanced round as she heard him enter, and wasn't surprised at all that he didn't bother with knocking, though that didn't mean she wasn't a little irritated by it- though it would have passed quickly had he not then slammed the door. Honestly.

The words try not to bring the house down were on the tip of her tongue, before she realised that that was an exact quote from her mother, and that treating Severus Snape like a child was probably not the best course of action if she wanted his help. (It was a sign of how she'd adjusted that that thought only seemed odd if she really examined it). All the same, he was so childish at times- she could hardly be blamed for wanting to constantly tell him off.

"Hello," she tried instead, straightening up and turning to face him properly. Really, it was getting on for evening, but never mind that. "Thanks for coming," she added, because she had to at least attempt to be polite, even though she knew full well it was basically futile.

[emptyyourself]

Her greeting earned her a raised eyebrow in return. Severus folded his hands behind his back, debating whether he ought to acknowledge it or tell her to get on with things. He didn't have all night.

Well, he did, but he certainly didn't want her thinking that his time was hers to abuse. Just because they were the only ones on the militant side with magical ability (Lucius notwithstanding) didn't mean they were friends, or that he wanted to play nice. Nevermind that little scene of hers in the corridor. He still wasn't quite certain why he had sat with her and tried to rouse her out of it.

"Well?"

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She sighed, picking up the stick that lay on the desk. Futile, as she'd expected. "Alright. I think Malfoy probably told you about this- he suggested creating something Muggles could carry with the ability to ward off curses, similar to that cane he carries." If there was a hint of disdain when she referred to Malfoy's apparent favourite possession- well, it could only be entirely accidental. Of course.

"They don't look like much, but it was this or bits of iron railing, and it's hard enough to enchant the wood, nevermind getting into the problems metal could pose in terms of retaining magic- er, anyway. There are a few...kinks, in that spells have a tendency to go rebounding off them quite...unpredictably at times." Hence the burnmarks on the walls, which she'll get around to getting rid of a little later. One or two of the sticks also burst into flames, but she's fairly sure she ironed out that particular problem and sees no reason to mention it to him. "Um- how's your Latin? Mine isn't bad, but I just wish I had a dictionary..."