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FIRST MEETINGS ARE ALWAYS A BTICH AND A HALF [INCOMPLETE]

May 17, 2008 23:23

WHO: Remus Lupin & Severus Snape.
WHAT: A long awaited, very much needed talk.
WHERE: Moonflower Tea Shop.
WHEN: 15th [BACKLOGGED], early afternoon.

( This really wasn’t the time to go into a panic attack, much less doubt what he needed to say. )

Ω remus lupin, place - moonflower teas, Ω severus snape

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ponceygit May 18 2008, 07:24:10 UTC

Snape supposed that he shouldn't have been surprised that Lupin had arrived early-Lupin must have arrived early, because Snape was precisely punctual, and the boy was already seated at a table, on veritable tenterhooks by the looks of him.

He paused in the doorway looking at the slightly gaunt young man. He had the vaguely pekid look that Snape was so used to associating with him, both as youth and as adult, but he seemed somehow…frailer and slighter than Snape remembered. He supposed he should have been prepared for that, having already met with two of his peers-Lily and Potter-and experiencing the shock or realizing just how young they'd all been at that age. But somehow, with Lupin, it felt different. Because Lupin was different, was he not? Not just for all the things that had passed between them as children (of which there were, of course, many; none of them uncomplicated) but because, of all his adversaries at school, Lupin was the only one with whom Snape had ever been (grudgingly) civil as an adult ( ... )

sheepclothes May 18 2008, 14:49:16 UTC

For all of the agonizing minutes that he sat there, gaze hollow as it fixed upon the table in front of him, Remus was horrified by his own reaction when the time finally came to speak.

There was a lump caught in his throat as he stared openly at Severus Snape, something of a habit of his when he wasn’t aware he was doing it. Looking at him now, the resemblance between the young man he used to know and the man standing in front of him now was uncanny. It almost felt like-and this was an absolutely ridiculous thing to feel, by the way-he was the one who had chosen not to go ahead and live the rest of his life. As if he’d somehow decided that Severus had to go on alone, and he’d stay behind to watch the others.

But that was utter poppycock, wasn’t it? How did he have any say in what happened or didn’t? "I ..." Remus tried, desperate to speak through his own emotions, but as most things in his life, it wouldn’t comply. "Tell me it was my fault that they were involved in the war and they were hurt weren’t they and you too and I should ( ... )

ponceygit May 19 2008, 17:06:35 UTC

Snape stared, frowned, and then narrowed his eyes as though he might thus get a better look at the hole in Lupin's head out of which his brain must have surely leaked. For a moment, he wasn't even sure what they were talking about-his mind instantly going, of course, to the only war he knew of, and just as instantly to the fact that Lupin, at age seventeen, would have known nothing about it.

Only despite that, he couldn't imagine what else the boy might be talking about. Which would have to have meant that there was someone who had told him-another wizard, someone from Snape's own time who he did not know was here? That thought alone was concerning enough. It might, however, explain the scribbled out "Professor" he had managed to decipher in the journals.

Well, one thing was certain-he was absolutely not leaving here until he found out exactly what was going on.

"Slow down, Lupin. And do dispense with the hand wringing. I am not leaving. I agreed to this meeting and now that I am here we are going to have it." His voice was even ( ... )