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[mortarandpestle]

Date: November 15, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: The lobby
Summary: Snape arrives at the Manor

Snape opened the door to the Manor House and strode confidentally forward. Stopping at the front desk, he rang the bell and waited for someone to answer

Comments

[average_adam]

Adam was in the kitchen talking to Wensley when he heard a faint bell ring. Curious, he excused himself and headed into the lobby, where he found a dark man dressed in black standing impatiently at the desk. He raised his voice and spoke as he walked across the entry.

"You know, I don't think the Metatron or Sister Mary are around right now. Maybe I can help you with somethin' instead. My name's Adam. You're Severus Snape, right?"

[mortarandpestle]

He nodded, trying not to look around nervously. Being 'actively distrusted' by both the Order and the Death Eaters was very bad for the life expectancy, and standing out in the open made him feel as if there were a target painted on his back.

"That would be me. You did get my letter, I hope?" He'd had to explain his delay in taking the job he'd applied for as being caused by a family emergency. Well, trying not to get killed vaguely qualified.

[average_adam]

"Me?" asked Adam. "No. I didn't get your letter. But it doesn't matter anyhow, 'cause it wasn't true. You know, Wensleydale's been wonderin' where you'd got to."

He smiled at the scowling man. "So what would you like to do first? See your rooms and unpack or see the kitchen and meet your assistant?"

[mortarandpestle]

Snape tried not to stare at him suspiciously. Who claimed to know if a letter they'd never seen was true or not? "I'd like to set this down," he held up the small bag that held all he currently owned; fugitives had to travel light, after all. "But I should see where I'll be working and who I'll be working with."

[lordofthesouth]

Belial scratched one ankle with his bare foot, head tilted to one side, as he observed the dark man. Odd presence, strange aura. The scent of magic and strange herbs. Not easily impressed, then.

"Would either of you care for a drink?" he flicked his wrist and held out the two glasses that appeared. Somewhere outside a bird twittered and he cocked his head to listen, smiling at the sound. Wove the threads of matter together to form a third glass and poured himself two fingers of whiskey.

[mortarandpestle]

"A drink, yes." Snape smiled, hoping he didn't look as nervous as he felt. "Thank you."

[dearwensleydale]

Wensley shook his head curtly, still standing somewhat backwards. He hadn't ever been properly introduced to the bartender, and had always been slightly spooked by his glittery coworker. This was Snape's introduction, though. "This is Severus Snape," he added, as he didn't seem likely to offer his name.