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[emptyyourself]

Who: Severus Snape and Arthas Menethil
What: Occlumency lessons
When: Monday morning
Where: Level 7, Room 11
Warnings: None as yet.

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[darknessb4me]

Arthas arrived at what he presumed was early but was in fact several minutes late and did something that was very rare for him - he knocked. He supposed it was the least that friends did.

Another thing he supposed friends did was not be nervous about entering an unsecured area belonging to someone else, but that wasn't really something he could suppress. Especially knowing the sort of thing that would be happening if all went according to plan - as usual, the idea of something else in his mind put a tinge of sick panic in the back of his throat, but he ignored it as irrational, which it was, and weak, which it probably wasn't. This was necessary.

[emptyyourself]

He was quite relieved Arthas had remembered to knock; ugly things could happen to people who forced their way into his room, and he didn't think that was the right foot to get off on. Not with the reason they had for meeting. Opening the door, he stood aside to allow the other man in, a neutral expression on his face.

"Have a seat." Better than ordering him to sit like a dog, he supposed, though his tone was curt. Skilled though he was at Legilimency, he hated being in other minds. Poking around memories of others often showed one things one didn't want to know. Reasons for disgust, or worse, pity.

[darknessb4me]

"Hello to you too."

Arthas did sit without complaint - he was a guest. His eyes never left the wizard, though.

[emptyyourself]

He waved off the greeting, uninterested in playing at common courtesy today.

There was a marked difference between this Occlumency lesson and one he had taught five years before: he did not want to be in Arthas' mind. Thus, he sat down in the chair across from the other man to explain very carefully what was expected.

"I told you some weeks ago that clearing your mind was imperative to this." He didn't sound as though he thought Arthas had been doing it; October was too disquieting a month for such things, even for him.