Of Potion Masters, Death Eaters and Warped Truths

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Characters: snarkypotions & YOU
When: All week
Where: Snape's mind
Rating: PG-13+, with the occasional PG if one's lucky
Summary: Ever wanted to know what goes on in Snape's brain? Here's your chance to find out! Except... not. Once an Occlumens, always an Occlumens

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Wines of Candor

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Re: Wines of Candor

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Hawke's in another dream, that much he knows. But he doesn't know who's dream this is, and trying to decipher the inscription has been difficult at best. For the time being, he was standing before the scroll, very slowly reading the words. His brow is furrowed in concentration as worked to sound out the words. He was having trouble with the handwriting itself.

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Hidden from view and all detection, Snape watches the intruder, quietly sighing to himself when it seems to take the man some time to just simply read the riddle. Of course, Hawke, he wasn't as familiar with this language was he?

So within a few minutes, all the potions except for one of the wines disappear, along with the scroll, leaving Hawke with no choice but that one.

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No, he wasn't familiar with the language. And having to try to decipher Snape's scrawl wasn't helping, either. But the potions disappeared save one, and Hawke looked at it for a moment. He lifted it and carefully uncorked the top, his blood throbbing a little more in his veins in preparation to remove any poisons.

He drank it, tilting his head back so that every drop would pass his lips. When he was done, he corked it back and set it on the table, waiting for something to happen.

Poisons of Truth, Desire and Fear

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Please indicate which poison you want to subject your character to.

Purple Fire - Music Room

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Purple Fire - Music Room

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Raven curses as flames appear in front of each of the doors. Another dream. Someone else's mind. Yet she has no idea who that "someone" is. She reads the riddle on the scroll and then looks back at the bottles on the table. The puzzle seems easy enough to solve, assuming the owner of this dream can be trusted. Either drink the third bottle to go forward, or the seventh to go back. She ponders this a moment before taking the seventh bottle in hope to get out of here and swallowing its content in one gulp.

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When the flames are behind her, the first thing that greets Raven is the music filling the room, bouncing off the black marble and echoing around her, drifting up to the domed ceiling before slowly fading away to make room for the next strains coming from the cello. And who should be playing the cello but one Severus Snape, clad only in a pair of black trousers, a white dress shirt, and a green vest, his usual black robes no where to be seen.

He looks oddly relaxed for those who are familiar with the stern, scowling, unpleasant man, what with the top two buttons of the shirt being undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows instead of being cuffed at his wrists. The Dark Mark is only barely visible against his pale skin from the angle that the door is placed, leaving the presented scene untainted with its stain as gold notes dance around the room before floating down towards Raven, swirling around her gently, invitingly, a hint of warmth coming off from them, a start contrast to the man who is usually so cold and uninviting.

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Raven's first reaction is to be disappointed because she's not out of the dream. She's not awake yet. But this feeling doesn't last. As soon as she hears the music, her eyes drift shut and there's a soft smile upon her lips. This cello piece appeals to her and eventually has her open her eyes to look at the player. Severus. She doesn't know him very well, she mostly remembers him from the last event. When he was her half-brother, just like Horst.

She's not really phased by his relaxed attitude or outfit. However she's far more puzzled by the gold notes swirling around her. She doesn't dare touching them but they feel so warm and inviting... So she holds out one hand palm up waiting to see if one of those notes will come rest into her palm.

Black Fire - The Clearing

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The small, skinny, sallow boy with mismatched clothing curled up at the foot of one of the large trees looked up at the sound of football, peeking up warily, almost fearfully.

"Who are you?" he demanded. Or rather, tried to demand. His voice was still a bit uneven from the tears that he was trying to hide behind the long, uncut hair. "How did you get here?"

Diagon Alley

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