Severus Snape, Harry Potter and that Pesky Canon, Barplaceshapedthing

[mixed_murder]

He's been locked up and away from the bar for nearly a week. He sort of prefers it that way, honestly. But even Severus can find a room stuffy and need some sort of stimulation after a week alone pouring over new notes and scrolls that Draco gave him

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[bythatmuch]

Someone nearby (read: on the couch, just a few feet away) is snoring.

It's not loud, really, but it's constant enough to be considered annoying by anyone with functioning ears.

[bestunrevealed]

Boors are aggravating. However, the solution is simple. A ward drawn and the word, "Silencio," uttered while it points at one Mr. Smart.

Oh look! No more snoring.

[bythatmuch]

Magic is convenient like that.

Unfortunately, when Max wakes up ten minutes later and realizes he can't order a glass of cranberry juice from a passing rat because he can't make any noise, he kind of starts freaking out.

[bestunrevealed]

Snape's eyes lift from his book and smirks, just a little.

He'll watch for a minute before a subtle flick of his wand and the counter charm is cast.

[firstpotter]

It's quite doubtful that Snape will be pleased to notice a familiar looking young man writing on parchment nearby.

To be perfectly fair, this James Potter is not the bully that Snape would have been familiar with. Universal shifts are useful things on occasion.

[ooc: Couldn't resist. XD]

[bestunrevealed]

You know, it's been so long with his head down he at first thinks it's Harry. Really, they do look a lot alike. He slithers back in his seat, attempting to make himself small, considering avenues of escape.

He doesn't want to talk to any Potter; but part of him says that it will probably be unpleasantly necessary.

Won't he be in for a shot.

[firstpotter]

What would an interdimensional place be without certain shocks?

James finishes his line and waves the ink dry before setting the parchment aside. Looking around, he sees Snape.

Calm brown eyes, no scarred forehead, no overt hostility.

[bestunrevealed]

...funny how the clear lack of scar engenders a sudden tremor in his hands, his eyes going hard as flint as he locks eyes with this particular Potter.

If his hate were a physical blow, the impact would have turned Jamess' head. As it is, he merely stares like he's contemplating immediate murder at any costs.

[why_so_serious]

... Hey.

Was that half-a-jail-cell always there?

Right there, right by the door. Dark as hell towards the back.

Naw, it can't have been.

... Can it?

[bestunrevealed]

Doesn't seem right--it's a anomaly that demands some more than a passing glance, something like investigation.

"Lumos is uttered; a brilliant ball of light erupts at the tip of a wand; Severus approaches the shadowy corner with some trepidation. Is this some strange, Muggle custom, putting their criminals in their bars, or simply an oddity of this often-disruptive place?

[why_so_serious]

What's visible first is the man's face.

Wanna know how I got these scars?

He looks highly pleased at this turn of events, although for what reason it isn't clear. He's seated at a table four or so yards from the bars, and he's regarding Severus with his head slightly tilted to one side, lips pressed firmly together.

Then, he swallows, head going back slightly, eyes widening for a brief moment before returning to their normal size.

In a croak: "Hi."

His eyebrows rise, and he nods at Severus' wand, tongue darting out once over dry lips.

"Shiny."

[bestunrevealed]

Severus' face is impassive; one could even say, he lacks empathy or emotion at all in looking in on this strange, maimed man. His black eyes flick, accounting for oddities;

the color of his dress
the scars
the war paint

and he does not look repulsed.

"Nox," he says, and the light dies, leaving them together, shadowed.