Witch, wizard, willy-nilly wild woods! [Forward set to mid-day; ota, mtw snape tag to hp!!]

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Since the collapse of the Noirland storm, Tiffany had been hard at work in the old pub -- hauling water for scrubbing, repairing what she can, or letting the Weasley boys help where they are apt. It's working out to her liking -- the place has a fixed roof now, and no longer leaks madly when it rains. She has set up a small bunk in the back for

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It wasn't hard to miss the man who wore a long black robe and had greasy-looking black hair hanging down around his face, especially when one was a profiler. He looked like he must have come from the Middle Ages, though Spencer wasn't sure if such a solid black was achievable in cloth back then. The man was perplexing, and did not look very friendly, so Spencer observed from a distance.

When Snape poked his head into the school building, Spencer was in the process of making some chalk from calcium deposits he had managed to locate at the bottom of the stream. He glanced up in surprise, a bit startled to see this striking looking man up close.

"H-Hello..."

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Snape ignores the man for a moment, and gave a look over the cobbled together classroom with something like disdain. He doesn't answer immediately, but instead of saying 'hello' or introducing himself, he asks a very pointed question: "Are you really going to attempt to teach in this forsaken place? Do you have enough children to even qualify the effort you've put into this?"

In short, Snape is asking in his less than polite way why Spencer thinks this place is worth his time.

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Spencer lowered his hand to the desk, a piece of calcite in his palm. Clearly the man's personality matched his look.

"Studies have shown that a return to a regular routine reduces Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder in children by as much as 65%. The children here have all been through the trauma of being separated from their homes and their families. They need something regular to return to."

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"And you're so certain they'll respond to your routine? Even if you have no idea what their educational backgrounds are?"

The man snorted; Snape hadn't chosen to be a teacher, but listening to someone fumble about with the idea was downright offensive.

"Children are more resilient then you give them credit for," he said, turning as if to leave. Several of them were impossible to break, but -- then, he recalled Harry suffering from nightmares with or without Voldemort being involved, and Draco's breakdown in the bathrooms, and...

...well, sometimes children aren't as resilient as one hopes, too.

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Dante is walking through the compound at a casual pace; like the leather-clad, half-naked, cocky and lazy-looking delinquent he usually appear as. He'd been outside and is on his way back to his cabin when he notices the new face. New, stern-looking and all black no less. As he passes Snape he gives the older man a lazy wave.

"Nice dress, dude. It's all 'evil priest.. teacher'. Suits you."

He greets the man with a smile and gives him thumbs up, and continues on his way.

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If he's startled, Snape hides it well. He just watches the man pass; he's wearing trousers with his coat and cloak, thank you!

"Professor of potions," Snape replies, voice silky and smooth, words carefully enunciated. "Which is better then being a giggalo, I assure you."

Someone has noticed the leather and where it's lacking in return.

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For what it's worth it was actually a backhanded compliment. The man does carry himself with confidence and all that black does help. It's funnier to call it a dress than 'coat and cloak', okay. Says Dante anyway.

Dante stops at the reply and turns to look at the man with surprised amusement. His face splits in a grin. "Oh yeah, something you'd know?" (ooc: Gigolo!Snape, what a though o.o) One hand in his pockets, Dante brigs another up to flip a hair in an obviously purposely over-dramatic way. "Y'know I'd wish! Bet'cha it'd solve much of my money problems back home! Sad to say I'm too much to handle for most people tho'!"

Yes he's putting on a show and joking. Probably. Anyway, moving on..

"'Professor of potions', huh? Sounds fancy. What kind of potions?"

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"Hardly," Snape drawled. He was a whore in a sense, but not one that got laid. The Order had used him all the same.

But potions! He's asking about potions! As if it were something that wasn't unfamiliar. He wasn't a wizard-- unless he was a wizard giggalo, because the wizarding world was much more conservative then Dante's dress would suggest.

"It would be easier to list what I cannot create then what I can. Shorter, certainly."