Reality Intrudes [Closed to Hadrian, Lara Raith]
It is not the unfairness of it all; really, Severus is used to that. It was that he thought he had time. Time enough to figure out a game plan, and perhaps, finagle some sort of relationship with the son he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone about. Now it's just as well -- he will be gone before dawn and Severus will be left with yet another 'what if' to plague the wee hours of the morning and circle his thoughts.
He made enough dinner for two -- simple fair, kept warm in the oven, and spent the rest of his time in the lab; not sure if the boy would give him the time of day. He was very much his mother's son, he assumed-- Snape an afterthought, little more then a donor of time and sweat and little else. Or maybe he'd find out he was wrong and have something, at least, to buoy him through this sudden trick of the village.
A record is on the turntable; no classical music here. No, the sounds of Snape's ill begotten Muggle-blood, his Half-Blood Princedom including a live cut of Pink Floyd's The Wall. It's a small secret weakness, memories of listening to Lily's records fresh in his mind. His father loved Muggle rock too, and it was something they had-- safe-- that didn't set the older man off. Both mister and missus Snape had a fondness for music. Just ...very different kinds of music. He'd disappointed them both, going into -- well, wizardry or potions, take your pick.
Brewing was calming, so he worked on Dreamless Sleep; something he didn't normally indulge in, but certainly, would find need of tonight.
He made enough dinner for two -- simple fair, kept warm in the oven, and spent the rest of his time in the lab; not sure if the boy would give him the time of day. He was very much his mother's son, he assumed-- Snape an afterthought, little more then a donor of time and sweat and little else. Or maybe he'd find out he was wrong and have something, at least, to buoy him through this sudden trick of the village.
A record is on the turntable; no classical music here. No, the sounds of Snape's ill begotten Muggle-blood, his Half-Blood Princedom including a live cut of Pink Floyd's The Wall. It's a small secret weakness, memories of listening to Lily's records fresh in his mind. His father loved Muggle rock too, and it was something they had-- safe-- that didn't set the older man off. Both mister and missus Snape had a fondness for music. Just ...very different kinds of music. He'd disappointed them both, going into -- well, wizardry or potions, take your pick.
Brewing was calming, so he worked on Dreamless Sleep; something he didn't normally indulge in, but certainly, would find need of tonight.