It's a really brilliant start to a much larger story, I think. The 'chapters' seem a little too condensed; I would flesh them out and make the whole CD into a longer story, but with him being drunk it works just the same.
The bell rang and Severus steeled himself for the sudden onslaught of wretches tumbling from their classrooms, feet clattering down the linoleum hallways of Willingsworth High School.
It seemed even in the Muggle world he was utterly unable to escape the beasts no matter how he might try. One would think that even in this godforsaken West Midlands hamlet populated with the ghosts of forgotten factories and shabby, grey council housing he might find some sort of employment that would preclude his association with the brats.
One would be wrong.
Merlin, he hated children. Horrid creatures, all. Loud. Demanding. Obnoxious.
And so very predictable in their insults. Greasy git, they sneered at him as they passed him in the corridor, whispering and snickering as if he couldn’t hear them.
Fools.
Imbeciles.
Muggles.
The bell rang again; the hall was silent.
Finally.
With a sigh and a grimace, Severus swiped his mop across the grimy floor.
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"Amerindian dance rituals, then."
"No." Severus offered Remus the book in his hands. Remus studied the title.
"Dark Chicago: A History of True Crime in the Windy City," he read aloud. "So?"
"Well, you know how people are always going on about unsolved mysteries." Snape gestured airily at the book.
"You're going to Chicago."
"Yes."
"To solve some unsolved mysteries."
"To investigate," Snape corrected.
"Why...Severus, why Chicago? London wasn't good enough for you? Jack the Ripper ( ... )
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I'd love to see more to this.
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The bell rang and Severus steeled himself for the sudden onslaught of wretches tumbling from their classrooms, feet clattering down the linoleum hallways of Willingsworth High School.
It seemed even in the Muggle world he was utterly unable to escape the beasts no matter how he might try. One would think that even in this godforsaken West Midlands hamlet populated with the ghosts of forgotten factories and shabby, grey council housing he might find some sort of employment that would preclude his association with the brats.
One would be wrong.
Merlin, he hated children. Horrid creatures, all. Loud. Demanding. Obnoxious.
And so very predictable in their insults. Greasy git, they sneered at him as they passed him in the corridor, whispering and snickering as if he couldn’t hear them.
Fools.
Imbeciles.
Muggles.
The bell rang again; the hall was silent.
Finally.
With a sigh and a grimace, Severus swiped his mop across the grimy floor.
Again.
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