RP: Old nemeses
Date: 14 October 2005
Characters: Severus Snape, Nymphadora Tonks
Location: Tonks' place
Status: Private
Summary: Snape makes good on his promise to Remus, and seeks out testimonials on his behalf for his trial
Completion: Complete
Sometimes, Severus Snape loathed being himself, and all that that entailed. For instance, the fact that he had followed Dumbledore's orders to the very letter, better than the golden boy Potter could ever have done, meant that he had been condemned to kill the man. The fact that he had saved Draco from himself and from his father's machinations meant that they were barely on speaking terms. And the fact that he had given more than half his life in secret to saving all that was good and right and blah blah blah with this world from the forces of darkness meant that everyone thought him a Death Eater, a murderer, and an escaped madman.
And all of that meant that tonight, he had to do something so against his sensibilities, so heinous, so utterly vile, that he'd nearly wanted to brew a batch of Felix Felicis first. Or at least drink too much. Tonight, he had to go make nice with Nymphadora Tonks. His lover's former lover, klutz extraordinaire, mother to Remus' bloody child. Not to mention vulture who hadn't been able to wait a day after Severus' departure before pouncing on Remus. Plus, she was too sodding perky for her own good. Oh, how it galled him.
And yet, now he needed her. And how Snape hated needing anything from anyone. This was where doing good deeds brought you-- save someone's life, then you have to go begging after them to testify on your behalf in court. The joys of being Severus Snape.
He had debated whether to go disguised or not. He knew that she lived with her mother, from what Remus had said, and he knew that she knew he was here. And with Remus. He couldn't help his triumphant smirk and the small song of "I win, you lose, you clumsy, kaleidoscopic twit" in his head. In the end, he opted for a cloak with an over-large cowl that hid his face and did not deplete his diminishing stores of Gerent-Polyjuice Potion. And so he knocked, wondering what level of hell this evening would bring.
Characters: Severus Snape, Nymphadora Tonks
Location: Tonks' place
Status: Private
Summary: Snape makes good on his promise to Remus, and seeks out testimonials on his behalf for his trial
Completion: Complete
Sometimes, Severus Snape loathed being himself, and all that that entailed. For instance, the fact that he had followed Dumbledore's orders to the very letter, better than the golden boy Potter could ever have done, meant that he had been condemned to kill the man. The fact that he had saved Draco from himself and from his father's machinations meant that they were barely on speaking terms. And the fact that he had given more than half his life in secret to saving all that was good and right and blah blah blah with this world from the forces of darkness meant that everyone thought him a Death Eater, a murderer, and an escaped madman.
And all of that meant that tonight, he had to do something so against his sensibilities, so heinous, so utterly vile, that he'd nearly wanted to brew a batch of Felix Felicis first. Or at least drink too much. Tonight, he had to go make nice with Nymphadora Tonks. His lover's former lover, klutz extraordinaire, mother to Remus' bloody child. Not to mention vulture who hadn't been able to wait a day after Severus' departure before pouncing on Remus. Plus, she was too sodding perky for her own good. Oh, how it galled him.
And yet, now he needed her. And how Snape hated needing anything from anyone. This was where doing good deeds brought you-- save someone's life, then you have to go begging after them to testify on your behalf in court. The joys of being Severus Snape.
He had debated whether to go disguised or not. He knew that she lived with her mother, from what Remus had said, and he knew that she knew he was here. And with Remus. He couldn't help his triumphant smirk and the small song of "I win, you lose, you clumsy, kaleidoscopic twit" in his head. In the end, he opted for a cloak with an over-large cowl that hid his face and did not deplete his diminishing stores of Gerent-Polyjuice Potion. And so he knocked, wondering what level of hell this evening would bring.