Going to Grimmauld Place
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sev_ensnared_mirrorAfter an unexpectedly but still frustratingly futile discussion with Dumbledore, Severus found himself with an armful of documents and maps, meant for Lupin.
The simple fact that he was going to Diagon Alley to stock up on some of the rarer items in his stock should not be reason enough for Dumbledore to simply assume it would be no bother at all to make a small detour to Grimmauld Place, and hand these files over to Lupin for further examination.
He wasn't a bloody messenger boy.
Dumbledore merely looked over the rim of his glasses at that remark and told Severus to please give his warmest regards to Lupin, accompanied with one of those obnoxiously knowing looks. He was sure the old wizard knew somehow, about Lupin's small visit and the almost polite conversation they'd had. And true to form, Dumbledore would most probably mistake it for something it wasn't. Old fool.
With a snort he left the headmasters office and shrunk the files on his way down the stairs. An owl would have been sufficient, but no... it had to be him. As if he had so much time, he could waste it on dallying about like this.
After making his purchases at Slug and Jiggers, he apparated directly to Grimmauld Place, taking a moment to look at the foreboding structure before he went to the door to knock. He could have flooed, but he really didn't enjoy travelling in such a manner. Now he could only wait and see if Lupin was there at all.
The simple fact that he was going to Diagon Alley to stock up on some of the rarer items in his stock should not be reason enough for Dumbledore to simply assume it would be no bother at all to make a small detour to Grimmauld Place, and hand these files over to Lupin for further examination.
He wasn't a bloody messenger boy.
Dumbledore merely looked over the rim of his glasses at that remark and told Severus to please give his warmest regards to Lupin, accompanied with one of those obnoxiously knowing looks. He was sure the old wizard knew somehow, about Lupin's small visit and the almost polite conversation they'd had. And true to form, Dumbledore would most probably mistake it for something it wasn't. Old fool.
With a snort he left the headmasters office and shrunk the files on his way down the stairs. An owl would have been sufficient, but no... it had to be him. As if he had so much time, he could waste it on dallying about like this.
After making his purchases at Slug and Jiggers, he apparated directly to Grimmauld Place, taking a moment to look at the foreboding structure before he went to the door to knock. He could have flooed, but he really didn't enjoy travelling in such a manner. Now he could only wait and see if Lupin was there at all.
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Date: 2005-04-20 10:33 pm (UTC)Remus closed the door quickly, abruptly, and slumped against it, feeling oddly exhausted.
"What the fuck," he muttered.
Did he really want to think about this? Why was he freaking out around Snape, lately? First the drinking, telling him he had pretty hair...Now this.
He went back to his desk and sat down, staring at the flames for a moment before going back to his map. His maps were safe.
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Date: 2005-04-21 12:17 pm (UTC)There was no point on contemplating the significance of their exchange on this night, was there? It was surely a fluke and they would go back to old ways.
It had to have been the alcohol the last time, and this time... the influence of the house, the darkness that seemed to spill into you once you got past the tresshold. And it made you need light, company, any light, any company.
Well, he would see the next time they met. In front of Potter they would have to act civilly, but the general feel of the situation should nevertheless be able to tell him whether or not things had changed.
You want them to, don't you?
Moving away from the house with that thought in his head, he apparated back to outside the wards at Hogwarts and walked the last bit to the castle and his dungeons.
And still Lupin's scent seemed to linger far more predominantly in his senses, than it objectively should have done. Entering his private quarters, other scents took over, the door to his private laboratory forgotten as he had left, open to leak in the different smells from his stock of ingredients.
He found he missed the scent when it was gone. With a disgusted snort he sat down at his desk and looked at the work he should've done tonight instead of keeping Lupin company. He couldn't pretend that he regretted that particular decision though, even as he started going through the 5th year essays, knowing he would be sitting up well into the night.
It had been worthwhile.