Severus Snape, post-Deathly Hallows, Panfandom Bar

[mmkcountess]

[ Background.  Spoilers for DH.]

There were green eyes just inches above his, and then there was nothing.

But then, surprisingly, there was something; dim, vague space, grey and formless, without boundaries.

There was air, there was a floor and the suggestion of walls when he couldn't even be completely aware of having a body.  And most importantly,

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[lvpd_sidle]

When Sara comes into the bar this evening, she barely makes note of the door disappearing behind her. Just add to the tally, multiverse. She awkwardly maneuvers around her casted arm when she reaches the bar proper.

"Coffee," she requests in a low voice, not making note of the man standing beside her. At least not yet. Too much blood in the caffeine stream and all.

[mmkcountess]

Snape's eyes flicker over to her, taking in the cast. Muggle, then, as witches and wizards have other resources at their disposal.

There's a brief moment of heart-clenching fear as he wonders whether he can perform magic now; was that lost, along with his life, his paltry amount of freedom?

"Another," he says, roughly. He's not entirely sure he can get drunk anymore, but that won't prevent him from doing his best to find out.

[lvpd_sidle]

She glances over when she hears his voice, taking a moment to study him. He has the demeanor of a trauma victim. His eyes move warily, and he holds himself stiffly, as though expecting to be attacked at any given moment. Old-fashioned clothing, she notes absently, the investigator never silent for very long. Haven't seen that outside of TCM movies.

"Long day?" It's only polite to ask.

[mmkcountess]

Well, Snape has never been one to pay much attention to politeness. Somehow this moment--when it's starting to sink in that he's really dead--doesn't seem to be the time to change, either.

"You noticed? Your gift for observation is astounding," he says, looking down his long nose at her for a moment.

[not_the_lion]

Regulus is settled in an armchair near the fire but facing the room at large, reading. He doesn't look up when the front door opens; that comes after Snape places his order.
There's enough in the tone of voice and shape of the face that he can make a good guess at who it is.
"Well. This place does have a way of being interesting, doesn't it?"

Regulus, it may be interesting to note, is very much alive.

(OOC: Taking Regulus more from my monstrous Neverwhere crossover than from anything in this journal's profile, but I am nothing if not a multitasker. XD)

[mmkcountess]

Snape looks over at the speaker who is obviously addressing him for some reason. The face is vaguely familiar, but the identity is harder to come by. Particularly when he's got quite a bit on his mind.

"Indeed," Snape says, with an expression that makes it clear he's not in the mood for an interruption.

[not_the_lion]

"Nothing more wounding than that? I'm almost disappointed." Not quite, though. Regulus is good at reading expressions (a skill that's saved him worlds of pain since he was very young).
So he turns the bulk of his attention back to his book. "I can wait until you're done."
Even if time outside were to pass during this outing, Ingress is spending Quality Time with Door for the day. He can afford to hang about for a while.

[mmkcountess]

"I wasn't aware that you were so eager for abuse." This man seems to know him, seems familiar in a way, and it's rather annoying hi that he can't remember who he is. "By all means, don't wait around on my account. Feel free to leave."

[notemptyheaded]

Her anger is probably palpable from where Snape is standing by the time that she's near his side, her jaw set tightly. She's restraining herself, that much is obvious - but he might not recognize her.

Then again, she looked a good deal like Grayson Wilkes and he did only have the one child. She orders her own shot of firewhisky and downs it, settling onto the stool nearest to Snape.

If she can't do anything to satisfy her curiosity, she can at least make him uncomfortable.

[mmkcountess]

Her anger is obvious, though the reason for it isn't. Snape has never been at all disconcerted by teenage anger, and he's been both the recipient and the cause of quite a lot of it. It's not likely to bother him much now, particularly when he's pretty sure he can dodge any hex she sends his way.

"If you're attempting to be intimidating, you're succeeding about as much as some yapping terrier," he says, his tone snide.

[notemptyheaded]

"Bold words for a dead man," she remarks as levelly as she can manage, frowning at him thoughtfully while she places a fingertip to her lip.

Her spell work right now would be sloppy, so he was in all likelihood right. She orders another drink - vodka and tonic - and settles into her chair again.

[mmkcountess]

Snape rolls his eyes. Bloody teenagers; their indignation would be amusing if it wasn't so annoying. There's something a little familiar about her features, though they're hard to place, considering there's no guarantee she's a current student.

"I see no reason to mince words with little girls who apparently possess such little sense to realize that she is dealing with someone who has little to lose."

[alwaysmoony]

Remus has been sitting at the bar, lost in thought. He's quite certain he died - he was duelling, and that tends to happen - but that's not what he's fretting over. No, not much use for that now, is there?

Really, he wants to know about the living. Who survived. Did he see his wife fall? How did those tiny children sneak into the battle? Where was Harry?

So he didn't notice, at first, when a familiar figure strode to the bar - not too near, not too far.

When he happens to glance that way, his eyes narrow and he's on his feet, lips curling in a manner that more suits the wolf.

"You."

[mmkcountess]

Snape turns to look at the speaker, lifting his eyes to the heavens when he spots Lupin. Just his luck, of course; to be unable to escape that lot even in death. All he needs is for Black and Potter to come along as well.

"Don't you have a chew toy to go play with?" Snape asks, coolly.

[alwaysmoony]

"Don't you have any headmasters to murder?"

His voice is smooth, restrained, but he clutches the bar with a tight fist.

[mmkcountess]

The muscles in Snape's face tighten in anger; anger at Lupin of course, but even more anger at Dumbledore for asking him to be the one to perform the curse, if Draco could not. Even though the Headmaster had been dying, even though it could have been seen as an act of mercy, he had his serious doubts whether Albus had ever realized what that act had cost Snape. Not in the eyes of the wizarding world at large, but in his own.

Snape isn't sure whether he'd have preferred that Lupin know the truth about Dumbledore's death or not. Not that it makes a great deal of difference now; much as he would dearly like to rub Lupin's face in the matter that he himself had been the more trusted by Dumbledore in the end, it's doubtful whether Lupin would believe him.

"Don't attempt to speak about a situation the details of which you're so woefully ignorant of, Lupin. Unless, of course, you're attempting to affect the arrogance which came naturally to your friends."

[starbyforce]

Holly breezes by the bar with her plate of cookies ... and stops once she passes Snape, setting down the plate to his right.

She leans against the bar and smiles a little. "You look like you could use a cookie fix."

[mmkcountess]

Snape just stares at her incredulously for a moment. "Pardon me?"

[starbyforce]

She's got a Texas twang to her voice, but she smiles all the wider and nods to the plate.

"Cookies. You know, the things made of dough that you eat? You look like you could use one." And maybe a wet nap for that neck.

[mmkcountess]

That certainly doesn't help to explain things. "What possesses you to imagine that I need a biscuit of all things?"