Occlumency Lesson (open to Remus Lupin and Harry Potter)

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Snape was for once relaxing slightly before his mind would be taxed not only with the presence of Potter, but also the task of actually trying to teach the brat something.

He wondered if Lupin would arrive before or would meet the boy first and then they'd come here together. Not that he had anything particular to speak with him about. He simply wondered.

His night had been busy. Several herbs and roots were at their most potent strength on Beltane night and he had spent a couple of hours trekking through the Dark Forests to find them. Afterwards he had joined a small fire celebration in Hogsmeade, but had left before the people had turned too rowdy.

He had spent most of the day on storing his nightly acquisitions securely, prepared what he could for next week, hovered a bit over the Wolfsbane potion although it looked fine and had then finally removed a few memories from his mind and put them in the pensieve.

That Pensieve was now stored very securely in a locked cabinet in his bedroom. He might put a small bit of trust into Potter not repeating the mistake, but better safe than sorry.

Watching the flames dance lightly, Snape could only wait for Lupin and Potter.

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Remus knocked lightly, very lightly, on Snape's door. Every noise seems magnified, and he's feeling lke complete shit.

He looked it, too. He was wearing sunglasses, to spare his eyes, even though it was quite dim down here.

He'd had time for a quick cleaning spell, but not time for an actual shower. So although he didn't stink, he still looked pretty worn. Like he'd been out all night, doing lord knows what. Which, of course, he had.

Leavng Kirill in his bed hadn't been in his plans, but Remus had had to make this meeting. He trusted the other man would find his own way out. Or not. It might be nice if he were still there when Remus returned, but Remus wouldn't cry if he wasn't.

Remus waited for Snape to open the door, posture somewhat slumped, head down. He wished he could curl into a ball right now.