[Day 50]

[emptyyourself]

[Journal Entry - Day 50]

I will not accommodate West. If I am obliged to starve because I refuse to play dress up, I will sit in the Cornfield and rot.

I am not a pawn to be used in his twisted machinations.

[Someone has discovered that not working = not eating. And this is more offense at being assigned as a lowly handyman than anything else.

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[twilightzonemod]

Are you so anxious to go to the cornfield?

Spam.

[twilightzonemod]

[While he sat there and read, Miss Devlin just looked around his room. There was a quick laugh when he mentioned being released.]

Sorry, I'm afraid it doesn't work like that. There is no leaving Peaksville.

Spam.

[emptyyourself]

[He didn't respond immediately. If there was a way out of Peaksville, he would find it.]

It's hardly to your advantage if I lose my abilities every time West decides to throw a party or turn us into children.

[He glanced at her coolly.]

What use is a squib to you?

Spam.

[twilightzonemod]

You wish to make certain that your magic is constant. As long as you keep to the terms of our deal, you will always have it at normal levels.

[She waved her hand and the contract stated what she had just said.]

Spam.

[emptyyourself]

[What did it matter.]

Shall I sign in blood, or will a pencil be acceptable?

[He motioned to the one that had been included with his journal.]

Spam.

[twilightzonemod]

You're clever. I like you, Severus Snape. I can see why she would.

[She handed him the quill.]

Sign with this.

Spam.

[emptyyourself]

[He eyed her flatly at that comment. The fact that he didn't ask who she meant suggested far more about what he may or may not have remembered than any reply he could have made.

He accepted the quill and signed - and if he was surprised to see his own name etching itself into the back of his hand, it didn't register on his face. As he watched, the wound closed itself over.]

Clever, Miss Devlin.

Spam.

[twilightzonemod]

[As soon as he signed, Devlin was gone, the quill was gone and the parchment was one. There was a lingering laugh as Snape felt he limitations that had been on his power slip away.]