Date: Monday, 7 August Time: All Day, starting in the morning Place: Wagtail's Flat, then the Quidditch World Cup Stadium, etc. Characters Involved: Severus Snape, Myron Wagtail Rating: PG-13 or less
The day had started very early for Myron. At eight in the morning, to be precise. That was far too early, especially considering the earlier midnight to three a.m. ad lib sessions he'd been working on at his studio. Alone, of course, surrounded by his bass guitars, keyboards, mics and the music books. Precious nights, those.
However, staying up that late had made it certain that Myron's already dangerously thin looks were exacerbated by the darkish circles under his eyes, turning him into a very stylish and handsome but rather fatiqued person. Not that he was tired per se. Exuberant as always, he jumped in his fluffy armchair, where he'd been taking a short nap, when he heard the knock on the door, as it magically resounded around the house in a silver chime. Throwing the blanket away, Myron hurried to open the door, managing to stumble across the fan-given soft toy that lay on the floor. Muttering muffled curses, very mild at that, he finally made it to the oaken entrance and after a second of regaining his composure- the door was
( ... )
Severus stepped inside with no small amount of trepidation. Why he felt so nervous was a mystery, but he was. The house was quite spacious compared to Spinner's End, even after the magical additions, and was bright and open. The downside of having stacks of books covering every available surface was that the rooms tended to take on a dark and slightly crowded feel.
Not that Severus cared about such things.
The signs of fatigue did not elude Severus, though he was not so comfortable with Wagtail as to admonish him to sleep more and eat more as he might have done with Draco or any of his housemates. Still, he thought maybe this mini-break might do the younger man some good, which made him feel less uncertain about extending the invitation.
It was Quidditch! Surely men attended Quidditch matches together all the time? 'Male-bonding' or some such rubbish
( ... )
"Ooh, a tent!" Myron exclaimed, casting a quick fascinated glance at Snape, before continuing on his walking about the room, gathering various musical pieces and dazzlingly white socks and random flowers he'd procure from his wand. Why on earth hadn't he thought of bringing order to his guest room earlier?! Now he was forced to clean the room in front of the other man, which was a better option still, compared to the option of leaving everything the way it was. Wait. It didn't make any difference- catch twenty two, really. Whatever Myron did, the mess wouldn't have escaped Snape's all-noticing gaze. Besides, it wasn't like Myron had been a paragon of orderliness before
( ... )
Severus concealed the exasperated eye-roll as best he could - he really should have expected Mr Wagtail to be as eager as a child at Yule at the suggestion of a tent. He was just to the point of a rather indulgent smirk in the younger man's direction when Wagtail's next effusions melted the smirk completely away into a scowl.
Not him, too!
Severus would not bother trying to act affronted or say something ridiculous like, 'What is wrong with my look', when he was more than capable of delineating those flaws himself, thank you very much.
It just happened that he had thought Wagtail to be one of the few individuals who saw around his hideousness, or maybe one of the even fewer that for some god-forsaken reason found arse-ugly to be appealing. Whatever the case, finding Wagtail, now, prepared to engage in some sort of endeavour as to try and make him... what did he SAY?
Wagtail did NOT just say the word 'pretty' in regards to Severus Snape, did he
( ... )
Severus smirked indulgently at the idea of a 'three day adventure'. With him? He didn't think anyone had been so eager to share his company since he had taken Draco to watch professional Quidditch when the boy was very small
( ... )
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However, staying up that late had made it certain that Myron's already dangerously thin looks were exacerbated by the darkish circles under his eyes, turning him into a very stylish and handsome but rather fatiqued person. Not that he was tired per se. Exuberant as always, he jumped in his fluffy armchair, where he'd been taking a short nap, when he heard the knock on the door, as it magically resounded around the house in a silver chime. Throwing the blanket away, Myron hurried to open the door, managing to stumble across the fan-given soft toy that lay on the floor. Muttering muffled curses, very mild at that, he finally made it to the oaken entrance and after a second of regaining his composure- the door was ( ... )
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Not that Severus cared about such things.
The signs of fatigue did not elude Severus, though he was not so comfortable with Wagtail as to admonish him to sleep more and eat more as he might have done with Draco or any of his housemates. Still, he thought maybe this mini-break might do the younger man some good, which made him feel less uncertain about extending the invitation.
It was Quidditch! Surely men attended Quidditch matches together all the time? 'Male-bonding' or some such rubbish ( ... )
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Not him, too!
Severus would not bother trying to act affronted or say something ridiculous like, 'What is wrong with my look', when he was more than capable of delineating those flaws himself, thank you very much.
It just happened that he had thought Wagtail to be one of the few individuals who saw around his hideousness, or maybe one of the even fewer that for some god-forsaken reason found arse-ugly to be appealing. Whatever the case, finding Wagtail, now, prepared to engage in some sort of endeavour as to try and make him... what did he SAY?
Wagtail did NOT just say the word 'pretty' in regards to Severus Snape, did he ( ... )
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