Chasing Storm Clouds
Title: chasing storm clouds
Word Count: 3 x 100
Rating: G
Challenge: #234: Dancing
Characters: Remus/Severus
Note: I hope this is okay, and hopefully this is still within the prompt confines, if just barely.
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It’s a moonless night, made even darker by heavy rain clouds. The sky is weeping but the children are dancing in the rain. Lupin watches from afar, enjoying a cheerful respite in the middle of war.
It’s almost curfew. Lupin watches as Snape appears on the scene, striding purposefully towards the children.
Merriment cast to the winds, the children’s bowed heads and dripping robes make their way past Remus and into the castle. A few greeted him, the others grumbled.
“He must be the only one in the whole universe never to have danced in the rain,” a child remarked.
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But Lupin knows what they don’t.
It was way back when. Lupin was sitting by the window overlooking the courtyard, looking out.
Rain upon frosted glass blurred most of his vision, but Snape’s silhouette was known to him, secretly cherished.
Puddles had formed from the rain. Snape took a skip here, a swivel there, a short hop, and a sidestep. Head down and hands moving to some inaudible rhythm to keep that thin body balanced.
Lupin thought he saw Snape curse, as he misstepped into a puddle of mud. Snape took a nimble hop back, then a quick half-step left.
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It wasn’t really a dance but also oddly was, at least in his adolescent eye. A fond memory he always carries.
Now he smiles at the children and returns their greeting.
Lupin turns back to see Snape, walking towards him in a straight line, unmindfully stepping into this puddle and that mud, eyes straight ahead, eyeing him disapprovingly.
“Lupin,” Snape says as he approaches. “Go inside,” he commands, imperiously, and without missing a stride.
Lupin watches Snape walk inside, and looks at that straight back, rigid arms, rain-stained robes, and mud-caked boots.
This Snape, Lupin thinks sadly, doesn’t dance anymore.
Word Count: 3 x 100
Rating: G
Challenge: #234: Dancing
Characters: Remus/Severus
Note: I hope this is okay, and hopefully this is still within the prompt confines, if just barely.
---
It’s a moonless night, made even darker by heavy rain clouds. The sky is weeping but the children are dancing in the rain. Lupin watches from afar, enjoying a cheerful respite in the middle of war.
It’s almost curfew. Lupin watches as Snape appears on the scene, striding purposefully towards the children.
Merriment cast to the winds, the children’s bowed heads and dripping robes make their way past Remus and into the castle. A few greeted him, the others grumbled.
“He must be the only one in the whole universe never to have danced in the rain,” a child remarked.
---
But Lupin knows what they don’t.
It was way back when. Lupin was sitting by the window overlooking the courtyard, looking out.
Rain upon frosted glass blurred most of his vision, but Snape’s silhouette was known to him, secretly cherished.
Puddles had formed from the rain. Snape took a skip here, a swivel there, a short hop, and a sidestep. Head down and hands moving to some inaudible rhythm to keep that thin body balanced.
Lupin thought he saw Snape curse, as he misstepped into a puddle of mud. Snape took a nimble hop back, then a quick half-step left.
---
It wasn’t really a dance but also oddly was, at least in his adolescent eye. A fond memory he always carries.
Now he smiles at the children and returns their greeting.
Lupin turns back to see Snape, walking towards him in a straight line, unmindfully stepping into this puddle and that mud, eyes straight ahead, eyeing him disapprovingly.
“Lupin,” Snape says as he approaches. “Go inside,” he commands, imperiously, and without missing a stride.
Lupin watches Snape walk inside, and looks at that straight back, rigid arms, rain-stained robes, and mud-caked boots.
This Snape, Lupin thinks sadly, doesn’t dance anymore.