Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot, maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought
Who: dr_byronorpheus and potionsmaster
Where:Somewhere in Sector Four, or sommat like that
When: Backdated as hell to Sept. 14th, 10:02 am
What: Orpheus handles Snape's wand and Snape hates him for it.
Warnings: One flamboyant necromancer and the smarmy wizard that hates him.
The normally patient wizard was the picture of impatience this morning, tapping his foot as he watched the numbers of the clock that his NV was projecting onto the ground in front of him. Why had Orpheus decided to drag this out for so long?
No, there wasn't any need for him to ask that question. He knew why. Orpheus was dragging this out, probably enjoying every second that he made Severus wait for him to appear. He couldn't get back at Snape in any other way, so he did this. Or perhaps he wasn't going to show up at all. Yes, if the situations had been reversed, that might have been what Snape would have done to Orpheus.
Snape fidgeted, then stopped, putting his index finger to his right temple. No, he wouldn't give Orpheus the pleasure of seeing just how anxious to have his wand repaired - even if it meant going to Orpheus for help. His back stiffened, and he glared down at the silvery NV. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of movement and looked up. To his disgust (and relief) it was Orpheus, the Yankee strutting toward him like some kind of hideously deformed peacock.
"Turn it off." He told the NV, then bent down to pick it up, sliding it into the pocket of his robe. He folded his arms over his chest and sneered at the necromancer, any anxiety he had been feeling tucked away, hidden from Orpheus' sight.
Where:Somewhere in Sector Four, or sommat like that
When: Backdated as hell to Sept. 14th, 10:02 am
What: Orpheus handles Snape's wand and Snape hates him for it.
Warnings: One flamboyant necromancer and the smarmy wizard that hates him.
The normally patient wizard was the picture of impatience this morning, tapping his foot as he watched the numbers of the clock that his NV was projecting onto the ground in front of him. Why had Orpheus decided to drag this out for so long?
No, there wasn't any need for him to ask that question. He knew why. Orpheus was dragging this out, probably enjoying every second that he made Severus wait for him to appear. He couldn't get back at Snape in any other way, so he did this. Or perhaps he wasn't going to show up at all. Yes, if the situations had been reversed, that might have been what Snape would have done to Orpheus.
Snape fidgeted, then stopped, putting his index finger to his right temple. No, he wouldn't give Orpheus the pleasure of seeing just how anxious to have his wand repaired - even if it meant going to Orpheus for help. His back stiffened, and he glared down at the silvery NV. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of movement and looked up. To his disgust (and relief) it was Orpheus, the Yankee strutting toward him like some kind of hideously deformed peacock.
"Turn it off." He told the NV, then bent down to pick it up, sliding it into the pocket of his robe. He folded his arms over his chest and sneered at the necromancer, any anxiety he had been feeling tucked away, hidden from Orpheus' sight.