Date: 23 February 2005 Characters: Severus Snape, Bill Weasley Location: the library, after hours Status: Private Summary: A midnight rendezvous for the taking of bodily fluids Completion: Complete
Severus let a few glittering scenarios spin themselves out in his mind: cutting Bill's tongue out with a modified Sectumsempra,Bill writhing on the ground from a well aimed bat-bogey hex to the groin-- all right, so maybe the charge that he was times immature wasn't entirely invalid-- and best of all, Lupin hanging by his toenails for betraying his confidence. But now was neither the time nor the place, and so he lowered his wand hand again.
"We do not get along," Severus said, voice like cold steel. "We never have, from the time we were students at Hogwarts. It is not uncommon knowledge. Do not presume that anything further happened between us than that mutual distaste for one another." Do not imagine quiet Sunday mornings at number 12 Grimmauld Place, sharing a Daily Prophet and a plate of eggs. Do not picture heated kisses when Lupin appeared late at night in Severus' quarters, and a hasty stumble toward the bed. Do not hear the whisper of false, false promises. He wasn't sure if he was admonishing himself inwardly or somehow trying to impose the commands on Bill. Instead, he turned his attention to the recipe Hestia Jones had used.
"Twenty strands at least," he said, changing the subject back to the task at hand. "And several nail clippings."
Other than the obvious animosity and agression, Bill caught a glimmer of . . . something on Snape's face and in his scent that flickered for such a brief moment that he wondered if he'd imagined it. It looked a bit like regret, or something akin to it, but Bill dismissed it. Snape hardly seemed the type to regret. Plot, scheme and revenge, but not regret.
He did as he was told while Snape looked through the notebook, clipping a clump of hair from near the nape of his neck and clipping his nails a bit thankful he hadn't had a chance to do so before. He placed both hair and nails in the phials.
Snape was pleased that the younger man didn't question him further. Perhaps he'd just been guessing at a situation he had no understanding of, rather than spouting off about something Lupin had told him. He couldn't imagine that Lupin would want to brag about their fiasco of a relationship to anyone.
He nodded his thanks as he took the phials back from Bill and placed them carefully in his bag. "I believe that is all I need from you, for now," he said. "I shall begin my comparison study between your tissues and Lupin's, and shall owl you either with questions or with a test brew. Have you anything further to add?"
Bill had already said his thanks even if they'd been ignored or dismissed and he wasn't about to be redundent. So he shook his head. "No, I have nothing else to add."
And because manners dictated it, Bill spoke up. "Thank you. Again."
"We do not get along," Severus said, voice like cold steel. "We never have, from the time we were students at Hogwarts. It is not uncommon knowledge. Do not presume that anything further happened between us than that mutual distaste for one another." Do not imagine quiet Sunday mornings at number 12 Grimmauld Place, sharing a Daily Prophet and a plate of eggs. Do not picture heated kisses when Lupin appeared late at night in Severus' quarters, and a hasty stumble toward the bed. Do not hear the whisper of false, false promises. He wasn't sure if he was admonishing himself inwardly or somehow trying to impose the commands on Bill. Instead, he turned his attention to the recipe Hestia Jones had used.
"Twenty strands at least," he said, changing the subject back to the task at hand. "And several nail clippings."
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He did as he was told while Snape looked through the notebook, clipping a clump of hair from near the nape of his neck and clipping his nails a bit thankful he hadn't had a chance to do so before. He placed both hair and nails in the phials.
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He nodded his thanks as he took the phials back from Bill and placed them carefully in his bag. "I believe that is all I need from you, for now," he said. "I shall begin my comparison study between your tissues and Lupin's, and shall owl you either with questions or with a test brew. Have you anything further to add?"
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And because manners dictated it, Bill spoke up. "Thank you. Again."
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