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[vicarious_v]

Completely unable to sleep for more than a few hours at a time, V awoke feeling even more wretched than before. Fighting nausea, he looked about the room until his gaze came to rest on the pot of salve.

Parchment. Underneath. If you need me before the week is out, burn it and I will come, he'd said.Nothing else for it. This wasn't right. He

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[slytherin_spy]

((Yike! Snape: *returns in a week, finds the girl a ravening beast and V a corpse* ...fuck. ))

[immmasellout]

((Fortunately, he let her out!))

[immmasellout]

In the main room, Meredith didn't hear him hit the floor. She woke slowly, wondering at his absence but undisturbed by it. She raided his kitchen and settled back with her book and didn't look for him until well after noon.

[vicarious_v]

She would find him exactly where he fell, profoundly unconscious but still alive. Even though he'd removed the mask, the wig had, oddly enough, stayed.

[immmasellout]

She stared at him from the door for a long moment, and then turned and walked away. And then turned and walked back, and came in to kneel beside him. His face was a shock, and she stared for a moment before trying to roll him onto his back so she could check the pulse in his neck.

[vicarious_v]

When she touched his skin it was almost burning hot, but his pulse was still there. Thready, but there, and he still breathed, albeit rather labouredly.

His face was, indeed, shocking, and one could tell why he felt it wasn't any more indicative of who he was than the mask. There is little identity to be found in completely hairless, leathery, reddened skin. By the fact that this condition covered the neck, as well, it was safe to assume the damage was widespread.

All of this poking, however, didn't wake him.

[gabriel_grey]

((ohcrapwhatthehell? o.O))

[vicarious_v]

((*pats* He'll be okie. And I know I'm playing him in the Sanct but ... meh. Nexus.))

[slytherin_spy]

Snape apparates in about half a minute later, his feet appearing scant inches from V's head where it lays on the floor. Apparating can be tricky business, you see.

He's not wearing the long robe, is wearing thick-lensed goggles and a heavy apron of something that had once had scales. Big scales. Gloves of the same stick out of pockets in the apron.

"And what-" Snape pauses and looks to the side and then jumps about three feet horizontally to find both V and Meredith right next to him. His wand whips out, pointed straight between Meredith's eyes. Tense seconds pass. "What is going on?"

[immmasellout]

She stares up at him, rigid for a moment before scrambling backwards. "Where the hell did you come from?" she asks, her voice shrill with shock, her eyes fixed on the tip of the wand. "I don't know! He just burned some scrap of paper!"

[slytherin_spy]

Muggles. Snape rolls his eyes and lowers his wand, but does not put it away.

"There is more in heaven and Earth, and so on." His voice is unmistakeable. Here is the mysterious second jailor. The man bends over V and grimaces further, muttering to himself...though the venom seems directed inward. "Balls. Damn fool, think marrying a mediwitch gets you the caeducus?"

The long wand the man is holding moves and V's body floats up off the floor and over to the bed.

[immmasellout]

This place, this ordeal gets stranger and stranger every time something changes. Magic tricks now.

Meredith gets to her feet and stays well back, watching him with narrow, suspicious eyes. "How are you doing that?" she asked, more interested in Snape's apparent powers than V's condition.