RP: Samples

[shh_severus]

Date: 23 February 2005
Characters: Severus Snape, Bill Weasley
Location: the library, after hours
Status: Private
Summary: A midnight rendezvous for the taking of bodily fluids
Completion: Complete

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[shh_bill]

Bill arrived at the library fifteen minutes early. He wasn't sure if Snape was going to be that early or earlier or late, relishing in the power of having someone dependent on him.

While he'd never had any major run in's with the potions master while at Hogwarts or in the Order, he'd heard enough stories to not put it past him to pull that kind of power play.

He wandered around the first floor, running his hands over the spines. His eyes took in the titles, but he was also taking in the play of magic that protected the books. It felt like Hermione and huh, Snape. He wondered if they'd worked together to protect the library or if it was just a coincidence that the two had each done a part to set up the charms.

[shh_severus]

He could hear the man rustling about downstairs and rolled his eyes theatrically. Anyone could be lurking here this night, including the most wanted Death Eater still on the loose.

Skulking down the stairs without making a sound, he paused, wand out, halfway down. "Show yourself," he commanded, peering into the darkness as he cast a wordless Lumos charm, an eerie light spilling into the darkened library.

[shh_bill]

"I appreciate your caution professor, but you did get the news that the war was over yeah?" Bill asked as he stepped into the puddle of light cast by Snape's wand. He held his hands out in front of him to show he wasn't holding his wand.

Snape had been silent, but he couldn't cover up his scent. It was odd how some of his quasi-werewolf traits were slowly invading his human days. His hearing and eye sight were probably better than average, but it was his nose he was trying to get used to. It was far and away better than a normal human's. It slightly disturbed Bill and he made a mental note to ask Remus about it. He just hoped in the meantime it was a lingering after effect of Hestia's well intentioned but disasterous potion.

[shh_severus]

"It is not yet over for me," Severus said darkly, descending the rest of the stairs. He approached Bill cautiously, pausing a good five feet away from him.

"Before I proceed," he said, getting directly down to business, "I must know the symptoms you are experiencing, and what you expect this potion to be able to do for you."

His wand hand was steady, the Lumos lighting Bill's marred face. He took in the old scar tissue without flinching or staring. He had known the man had suffered injuries from Greyback's psychotic attack-- but oh yes, Snape's quick and painless Killing Curse on the Tower was so much more scandalous than a werewolf in human form mauling a man with his blunt teeth and nails, he reflected bitterly. "Have you further scarring elsewhere on your person?"

[shh_severus]

"You tried to stupefy yourself?" Severus sneered, shaking his head. "I thought you were the only one in your family with marginal intelligence. Of course stupefying yourself doesn't work. If it did, we'd have all stupefied werewolves for the last millenium and there would never have been the persecution they have been subjected to."

He held his palm out flat, the scalpel resting on it, and offered it to Bill. "Take it if you must. A small incision against the vena mediana cubiti. Here," He pressed his index finger against his own inner eblow, indicating the correct spot. "Find the pulse point and cut. I need at least five millilitres, so do try not to be squeamish about it or I will do it myself." His tone hinted that he did not expect anyone but himself capable of doing this properly.

"And while you do so, your dunderheaded associate Lupin did not inform me that you had sampled another potion. Hestia Jones? What did you take?"

[shh_bill]

Bill rolled his eyes. "It was right after I was turned. I didn't know that then but I sure as hell know it now," he said wondering why in hell he was defending himself to Snape, as if his opinion mattered much.

He rolled his eyes and lifted the scalpel to cut where he was told, but then Snape insulted his alpha. That would not stand at all, past relationship or no. Faster than Snape could blink, Bill had him shoved against the wall, his forearm pressed into his throat. He leaned in close to Snape, so close their noses almost touched and snarled softly. "What did you call Remus?" Bill asked softly, his voice low, deadly, and rough, his eyes narrowed in anger.

[shh_severus]

Oh for fuck's sake. At one time, this situation would have caused a massive rush of fear in Severus, and indeed, his heart was pounding, adrenaline rushing through him as it had not done in months. Perhaps it was twisted to admit it, but he rather missed face-offs like these. Now, because of war-honed reflexes and having spent full moons scratching the belly of a slavering werewolf, there was no real fear, only the intensity of confrontation. He rolled his eyes and dug the tip of his wand-- in his hand the moment Bill had advanced-- between the man's ribs.

"Deep breaths, Weasley," he said, sounding bored. "Do try to remember that I am your only hope to help control embarrassing outbursts like this, and that I can slice you in two faster than you can rip my throat out." Smirking slightly in the face of danger, he said, "Honestly, I didn't realise 'associate' was such a touchy word."

[shh_bill]

"I never did care for your sense of humor and I appreciate it less now," Bill growled softly. "You can be so immature, I have to actually wonder about your age at times. Remus is a good man and while you may have the advantage in potions, he surpasses you in so many other ways it makes that one advantage look small in comparison. And even though he may be a werewolf, he makes a better human than you do. Now next time, think about what you say about my alpha around me, yeah? At least have that common courtesy at least."

He eased away from Snape's neck and stepped back a safe distance. He took a couple of calming breaths and returned to the question at han. "Hestia was kind enough to try her hand at a wolfsbane derivitive. Both she and Remus fully warned me about the risks involved, but I had to try. The results are detailed in the last entry of my notebook, but suffice it to say it didn't work in a very big way."