closed (Lezard and Snape): defense against the dark arts

Jan 31, 2010 21:35

If there was one mortal he'd met whose pride could equal his own, that mortal was Snape. For the past few months Lezard had made himself scarce, having good and less-than-good reasons of his own. The rapid departure of Hermione and sudden ascension of Ofdensen could not be allowed to pass without some token of condolence to Snape, however. ( Read more... )

severus snape, rp, lezard valeth, narcissa malfoy

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methleigh February 1 2010, 03:00:00 UTC
Severus did not know what to expect. Perhaps Lucius, who he would have welcomed as well. But it was Lezard. He was relieved and glad. There was no one else here to whom he would have preferred to speak, he thought. And he had news this time!

"Please, come in." He opened the door wide, recognising the courtesy and smiling to it in thanks. "An old friend has arrived. She is in the bath."

He smiled and knew he would have to apologise for his recent black mood and avoidance.

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arrogantmage February 1 2010, 03:44:42 UTC
Remembering Mrs. Buchanan (and that spectacle of ownership at the so-called sex-ed class), Lezard raised an eyebrow and offered a polite smile. "Perhaps I should return at another time?" But he entered the room anyhow, as Snape had opened the door after all.

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methleigh February 1 2010, 03:55:09 UTC
"The wife of an old friend as well. We were at school together. There is surely nothing between us of any other nature. It is unthinkable. I taught her son. She is naturally confused by the new transformations in the school we both knew so well. You are always welcome, Lezard Valeth." He closed the door. Now he had two guests he valued!

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arrogantmage February 1 2010, 04:45:05 UTC
Lezard noted and welcomed the formality in Snape's choice to address him by his full name. Stilted, perhaps, but safe. Distance was less uncomfortable. Lezard had not forgotten certain enchantment-induced events ( ... )

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not_so_stellar February 16 2010, 06:18:59 UTC
It is to the sound of Snape's singing that Narcissa emerges from the inner chamber, much the better for a bath and some time devoted to her toilette. In assembling the outward appearance, one collects oneself inwardly. She has even done her hair in a careful chignon. Her robes are plain, but she wears them lightly, unconcerned with their plainness. Their quality cannot reflect on her. Silver on a rough unpolished table is still silver ( ... )

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methleigh February 17 2010, 04:47:24 UTC
Severus finishes. It is a difficult spell, of analysing and unweaving. It takes intense concentration and the of one's dissipation of magical energy into and through the curse. And there is Narcissa, as perfect as she has always been, looking beautiful and coifed even in the borrowed robs, and she has known the perfect thing to do as well. He rises, with his best Malfoy manners, though he is weary. He remembers as well that one must first introduce others to the Lady, that she not be left at a loss.

"Welcome and thank you, especially for the tea." He smiles. The smile is genuine, grateful and warm. He gestures. "Narcissa, this is my friend, Lezard Valeth. He is a brilliant wizards with the power of a god. He is Slytherin, of course.

He gestures to Narcissa. "Lezard, this is Narcissa Malfoy, one of my oldest friends as is her husband, Lucius. She would be the archetype of a Slytherin witch, were there such an archetype." That should tell Lezard everything, he thinks.

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arrogantmage February 17 2010, 18:24:50 UTC
(( order now Lezard-tag -> Narcissa-tag -> Snape-tag? ))

Lezard replaced his spectacles and peered up at the woman. "I should rise to greet you. Forgive me." She looked ... not young, but well-kept. Well-maintained, he thought, with the beginnings of a hysterical giggle threatening to bubble up. Suppressing his response, he leaned toward the tea tray that the Lady Malfoy had just thoughtfully placed on the low table between them. The movement occluded any expression that might contort his face.

With shallow sips of treacly tea he recomposed himself. "Any friend of Professor Snape must be an estimable person, so I am delighted to make your acquaintance. He does not suffer fools gladly, our Professor."

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not_so_stellar February 18 2010, 00:51:55 UTC
Narcissa glanced to Snape before answering.

"That can be said of most Slytherins. I think Severus must be remarkable in his patience. To teach all Hogwarts' students cannot have been pleasant." By all, she meant including the mudbloodsAll the while, she was carefully avoiding an appearance of scrutiny toward the young man's magical injury, if that was what it was. When he had reached for his teacup, his sleeve had fallen to cover whatever mark Severus had been treating, and that made her task simpler ( ... )

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