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Title: Don’t Wanna Feel Like A Refugee, II
Challenge: Snape the Refugee
Word Count: 100
Note: this is a follow up to my recent series where Snape loves punk rock. He’s older now, and his musical tastes have changed….
They were setting up for a show in Pittsburgh when Severus slipped.
It was only for a moment - a cigarette lit with a snap of his fingers - but Morey’s eyebrows nearly climbed up into his fringe. “Snape? What the hell?”
The lie came out as smoothly as if he’d rehearsed it, which he had. “Sleight of hand. I used to do stage magic and sometimes - “
He gave Morey his most charming smile. “Sometimes it comes out.”
“Sleight of hand, eh?” Morey peered at his hand. “I don’t see a lighter.”
“Trade secret,” said Severus, and blew a smoke ring.
Challenge: Snape the Refugee
Word Count: 100
Note: this is a follow up to my recent series where Snape loves punk rock. He’s older now, and his musical tastes have changed….
They were setting up for a show in Pittsburgh when Severus slipped.
It was only for a moment - a cigarette lit with a snap of his fingers - but Morey’s eyebrows nearly climbed up into his fringe. “Snape? What the hell?”
The lie came out as smoothly as if he’d rehearsed it, which he had. “Sleight of hand. I used to do stage magic and sometimes - “
He gave Morey his most charming smile. “Sometimes it comes out.”
“Sleight of hand, eh?” Morey peered at his hand. “I don’t see a lighter.”
“Trade secret,” said Severus, and blew a smoke ring.