Dec 13, 2011 20:11
Snape's respect for the island had increased just the tiniest of bits whenever he woke up to the surroundings being completely transformed. It was London, and though it was not the London he knew best, it still felt very nearly like home, with its strange fashions and cobblestones and little ramshackle shops. It wasn't Hogwarts, and it wasn't Diagon Alley, butt it was close.
He'd found what passed for an apothecary in this place, and while it wasn't the same as shopping for potions back home, it was close enough to make him almost be able to feel the thrill of magic coursing through him once more. He'd gotten a small bag of supplies there, and had hopes of perhaps using some of the lab space to see if he could transfer his excellence in Potions to some sort of crude Muggle-type of brewing. It would, at the very least, keep him busy for a time.
So it came to pass that Severus Snape was in slightly higher spirits than usual. That wasn't to say that he was cheerful by any means, but that he was quite possibly less likely to hurl insults at the slightest provocation. It was an improvement from his usual disposition, to be certain.
[ find him anywhere outside, heading in the direction of the compound. st/lt very welcome. open for as long as necessary. ]
sirius black,
lisbeth salander,
layla miller,
severus snape,
draco malfoy,
harry potter