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[Who:] Severus Snape, Open
[What:] Me, acknowledging there's a game-wide plot. >.>;
[Where:] 43 Main Street
[When:] Day 52, afternoon
Once he thought he was well away from James Potter, Snape doubled back to reach his apartment atop the Mechanic's shop. It was a shared residence - he had seen two people come and go aside from himself and Martha since his arrival a week before. Once inside and with the front door closed, he glanced around to make sure he was alone, then leaned back against it.
Martha Jones was an important consideration, but James Potter was, for the benefit of being his most recent encounter, at the forefront of his mind. 'Do-over'. What an imbecile. He would sooner send himself to the Cornfield than forget the years of torment he'd suffered at Hogwarts because of that boy. He would never forget that Potter had taken Lily from him. So why had he responded so mildly? Why had he warned Potter about the cinema and the phones? (And why were those places dangerous?) Why hadn't he simply taken advantage of the situation and done away with him? Oh, yes, he could say it was pity - after all, in two years, Potter would be dead. He could say it was good form; Potter was unarmed and barely a man.
Or, came an voice from his remote subconscious, Snape was no longer that man.
"Rubbish," he said, to no one in particular.
He let his fist thump back against the door, catching his cloak in the process, then paused. What was - Yes, of course. The mask he'd found. He drew it from his pocket and inspected it. It was white leather, with no distinct markings. He didn't know why he had taken it when he found it; he had something of an aversion to masks of late. His brow furrowed; turning it over in his hands, he had a subtle urge to put it on. Just...for a moment. He raised it to his face, but a sudden flash of panic came over him at the thought of it.
He let his head fall back against the door, gritting his teeth at his own melodrama, and slipped the mask back into his pocket.
[What:] Me, acknowledging there's a game-wide plot. >.>;
[Where:] 43 Main Street
[When:] Day 52, afternoon
Once he thought he was well away from James Potter, Snape doubled back to reach his apartment atop the Mechanic's shop. It was a shared residence - he had seen two people come and go aside from himself and Martha since his arrival a week before. Once inside and with the front door closed, he glanced around to make sure he was alone, then leaned back against it.
Martha Jones was an important consideration, but James Potter was, for the benefit of being his most recent encounter, at the forefront of his mind. 'Do-over'. What an imbecile. He would sooner send himself to the Cornfield than forget the years of torment he'd suffered at Hogwarts because of that boy. He would never forget that Potter had taken Lily from him. So why had he responded so mildly? Why had he warned Potter about the cinema and the phones? (And why were those places dangerous?) Why hadn't he simply taken advantage of the situation and done away with him? Oh, yes, he could say it was pity - after all, in two years, Potter would be dead. He could say it was good form; Potter was unarmed and barely a man.
Or, came an voice from his remote subconscious, Snape was no longer that man.
"Rubbish," he said, to no one in particular.
He let his fist thump back against the door, catching his cloak in the process, then paused. What was - Yes, of course. The mask he'd found. He drew it from his pocket and inspected it. It was white leather, with no distinct markings. He didn't know why he had taken it when he found it; he had something of an aversion to masks of late. His brow furrowed; turning it over in his hands, he had a subtle urge to put it on. Just...for a moment. He raised it to his face, but a sudden flash of panic came over him at the thought of it.
He let his head fall back against the door, gritting his teeth at his own melodrama, and slipped the mask back into his pocket.