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Unlike his companion, Severus found clubs over bearing. Why he had agreed to venture outside the comfort of his own abode was truly beyond him. The bright lights kept glaring in his eyes and making them water, and he was sure the bass from the music was giving him heart palpitations. Confidently cutting his way through the crowd ahead of him, Lucius was making out like he was actually having a good time. Severus supposed that it was at least nice of his friend, to fein an interest in an attempt to cheer him up. If Severus wasn’t going to enjoy it for himself, he could at least try and match Lucius’ surprising enthusiasm. 

His mood was already low enough in the knowledge that his childhood sweetheart was betrothed to the boy he hated most during his school years. But he was here to take his mind of such matter’s, so reaching forward and mumbling a dozen apologies to the bodies swathed between him and his friend, he tapped Lucius on the shoulder and gestured towards the bar.

@Severus, James

Lucius was certain his heart syncronised with the thump of The Weird Sisters remix the moment he walked through the door. With each step the cane he’d received on his 18th birthday clicked against the floor, concealing the wand within. He glanced over his shoulder at Severus. His skin was pale and smooth enough to absorb and reflect every flashing light that shone their way.

Lucius scanned the club, satisfied that there were no red-headed women here to set Severus on his path of self-pity again. Actually, Lucius reflected, there were no women in here. Even better, as far as he was concerned. Lucius hadn’t appreciated the male form enough since being married, and what better night to break that streak.

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So did I, Lucius. 

@Severus - Private

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I really did love her, you know? 

@Severus

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P-potter? Ho... how?

@Severus

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Carina instantly quieted. This time, the hatred in his black eyes was undeniable. She sat down wordlessly, looking petite and feeling just as small as she swung her tiny legs under the table, and placed her black handbag at her side. Her eyes scaled the establishment and she noticed that the new arrivals were all staring at her as if she was parasitic; as if they could not narrow down what was most hideous about her; she was beginning to wonder the same. Carina, wearing a bright yellow sundress among occupants who wore dark cloaks, and the majority of whom hid behind sheets of dark hair so that their eyes were obscured and unseen; Carina with her optimistic, nurturing smile, laughing openly, and staring at her partner with tender care and impartiality, even fairness to his allegiances which were all too obvious to her. Finally, her worried gaze returned to his, and she folded her hands in the center of her lap. “I’m sorry, Severus,” Carina said gently.

She no longer had intentions to bother him with her speech. Before, Carina was unsure whether or not Severus enjoyed her company, or at least tolerated it- because he had paid for her drink; he had made half of a full effort to hold conversation with her; and though his lips had smirked, at least that was a form of a smile. Perhaps he had only been sneering. No matter, her mind was no longer pondering the possibility of sandwiches. Severus did not want lunch with her; but he did look like he wanted to hex her. The liquor seemed to have drained from her system, for she was now fully functional, and gently looking at Severus, not as intently, not with the intention to offend. She was docile, her overbearing personality drained, a ghost of a memory. “I’m sorry, Severus,” she repeated once more before looking silently at her lap. “I shall not speak, I assure you.” Her voice was void of pity, simply seeking to solace the angry glare that was glued to her.

Glaring down at the former shadow of what had once stepped into the pub as a bright and terminally delightful girl, part of Severus questioned whether maybe he had gone too far. Part of him felt guilt for breaking what he thought would be an unbreakable smile. However, that was only a fraction of emotion from a mind that was currently using alcohol as a lubricant for keeping his cogs turning. He rubbed his eyes deeply, so the insides of his eyelids started to resemble a night sky with a dozen orange stars skitting across them, chasing the light. His anger was hanging onto him, burying the grudge into his skull.

Finally looking back up at her again, he took the whiskey from her miserable hand. Swigging it back, he placed the empty glass on the table. He did not look at her with malice any longer. He was annoyed to think she could swan into his life all yellow dress and cheery grin. She didn’t know him. What right did she have to tell him what to drink, what was good for him? Reasons that were now beginning to seem to menial and petty to have caused such anger.  “Maybe next time stick to what you know is good for you.” His final words were, before he placed both hands on the table, gave her a final awkward wide eyed shrug, and exited the pub, turning up his collar against the late evening breeze.

Chance Encounters || Carina and Severus

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Does this expression read ‘knowing’ to you? If you can’t plainly see that I’m not exactly fucking elated then you’re more of an emotionally compromised imbecile than I had initially made out. 

@Severus

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150 Word Prompt.

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W-what?

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Can you not? Lucius? 

@Severus

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On a serious note, I’m not sure who exactly knows about your pregnancy, but I just wanted offer my remedial skills if you ever find the need. 

@Severus

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Yes, well, I suppose we’ll eventually think of some way of entertaining ourselves. Musn’t let you get ill of the dreaded boredom, must we? 

I have boredom.

Perhaps you would like to be entertaining me in vhis cases. Vhere are many use vor pretty man.

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I hear that the boredom can mutate into a terrible illness. 

I have boredom.

And I am aching all over. Someone be freeing me vrom vhis turmoil.

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All amusement that was once there had been diminished. As he glared down at the table at which he sat, he again gestured to the empty chair opposite him. “Sit.” He snarled. The apparently incapacitated girl was finding it a struggle to even see properly. The way she was staring hopefully at his callous expression, Severus was beginning to wonder if he had gotten something on his face. The immature way she sipped the whiskey then coughed was not cute. The way she said ‘love’ was not endearing. 

He wasn’t fuming, he was pissed, in every sense of the word. He could feel the mocking looks burrowing into the back of his head from every other individual in the bar. The tall, thin, cloaked man seemingly holding the company of a short, blonde Hufflepuff. It wasn’t right, especially not right for the circles he was moving within these days. Anyone else in the bar could be a death eater he was unaware of, instantly posing a threat to not only him, but Carina too. Not that he gave a fuck, at all. He couldn’t care less. He just knew that if she did happen to be an Order member, then it wouldn’t look good her going down on his watch.  “Sit.” He repeated. 

Chance Encounters || Carina and Severus

On her fifth sip, Carina was starting to understand why she had never had alcohol before. Her mind was swimming, and she was beginning to notice the sharp contrasts of color in the room to accompany a breeding headache. When she glanced down at her dress, the sunshine yellow seemed to paralyze her eyes and she squinted. Carina dared to take one final sip, although the brown liquid remained half-full in comparison to what she had actually consumed, and sputtered. Her eyes were red and puffy and she shook her head. “I.. I see why I do not do this.” Carina wanted to be decently coherent, and she still seemed to be; aside from the fuzzy thinking and slowed thoughts, Carina was looking straight, and her attention was present. She could process Severus practically, and her speech was about the same as it had been before. “How is your orange juice?”

Before speaking further, Carina noticed the blistering anger that seemed to be formulating in the man’s eyes. His hand was clenching the glass of seldom-touched juice before him, which was met with Carina’s broadening frown. She touched her small chin, tracing back her speech, attempting to find the flaw in her words; she must have offended the man somehow. After all, mere moments ago, Severus had been highly humored by her drinking immaturity. “Severus.. Did.. Did I say something to offend you, love?” She looked into those almost hateful eyes, and could not recognize him. “I did not intend to, if I did. I deeply apologize.”

The dislike that was burning in his eyes became evident to her. How could Carina have mistaken this for anything else? For anything but the product of abuse? Neglect? Loneliness? Of course, Carina had no intentions of patronizing or offending him, but she cared for him now, for some peculiar reason, and Carina did not want to set him off; she was gentle and positive and loving. She also did not have any intention of drinking the remainder of the firewhiskey. Her stomach was weak, and she still wanted to have something to eat. “Severus, can I offer to take you to lunch? You kindly paid for my drink. I.. I would love to return the favor. I know a quaint, quiet little place that makes excellent sandwiches and salads and burgers and whatnot..”

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Severus stifled a sardonic laugh at her inability to handle the spiteful spirit that was apparently fumigating Carina’s insides. He stood and stared with disdain as she hacked, revelling in this fate that she chose for her own, the smirk still potent on his face. “You’re welcome.” His eyes for the first time held the sight line of Carina’s. Picking up the orange juice, he made a silent gesture of ‘cheers’, before letting the bitter-sweet juice find its way between his gritted teeth. Slamming the glass back down onto the counter, where they still stood at the front of the bar. Leaving the empty glass, Severus strode back to the table where Carina originally found him, beckoning for her to follow. 

Scraping the chair across the stone floor, he sat down gesturing to the other seat, his actions far more heated than before. Her actions, although he was sure innocent, were becoming infuriatingly patronising. He had been drinking all afternoon, who was she to tell him what he could and couldn't handle. It was ironic that it was probably the intoxication that was building the gradual incline of fury. 

Chance Encounters || Carina and Severus

Carina continued to feel wholesomely self-conscious, but she held these feelings inside of herself well, and the moment of insecurity had only flashed across her pretty face once before disappearing entirely. Though Severus did not sound completely genial, Carina was pleasantly surprised to hear him offering to pay for her drink in addition to his own. A pleased smile crept onto her face and pulled the corners of her lips upward as she relented quietly, “Thank you very much, Severus.”

He was an odd one, that Severus Snape, but for some reason, Carina really liked him. He was obviously laboring some very heavy, hidden feelings, or otherwise, he would not always appear gloomy, depressed, and he most certainly would not be shut up in a bar for the entirety of the day. Her heart went out to him, but the woman also knew that it would be foolish to expect him to open up to her; especially not this quickly, not after, probably, assuming that she was here to rat him out to the Order. She wondered if he would mention or inquire about her affiliations.

“It was kind of you to pay, Sev-” Carina interrupted her own sentence when her orbs landed on the drinks that he had selected, and became even wider when she saw the look of absolute and sardonic amusement that was shaping his lips into a large smirk. He looked darkly pleasant.. Did he.. Did he enjoy her discomfort? Regardless of his motivation, Carina concluded her phrase with a confident, “Severus,” and turned her attention to the two glasses. She studied him, knowing very well that he wanted her to pick up the orange juice like the child whom he assumed that she was. She looked at the other foreign, sloshing liquid with what looked like perplexity. However, after a moment, Carina selected the alcohol and lifted it to her nose. It smelled odd too. “You could use something gentler,” she told him with affection in her voice as she nodded towards the Orange juice. “You and I both know that I can handle this better than you can anyways,” Carina teased nervously before taking a sip and beginning to cough almost instantly; but there was something sweet to be said about the adventure in her eyes and about the kindness in her heart in that she did not want Severus to be stumbling alone on his way out of the hovel that night.

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Carina felt herself redden; she was highly embarrassed at that mistake, but tried her best to shake the thought. She could be highly sensitive to her own errors, and even though she had that cheery personality, found herself alone often enough in her work. Having a companion was nice, even if he did not look even slightly happy to keep her company. “I am.. I am so sorry,” she said gently, a defensive smile turning her lips at the recognition of her misconception, and she stood on wobbly legs, trying to ignore the burning sensation at the back of her throat. Was all alcohol that powerful? The back of her throat itched and Carina cleared her throat softly, hoping to be nonchalant as she did so.

The confident woman walked over to the counter and then at Severus, now feeling even more flustered. She hadn’t a clue what to ask for, and she quite clearly could not stomach whatever Severus was having. She stood there, for the first time in her life feeling quite small and insignificant. The look of inadequacy crossed her features before she put forth effort to diminish it, and she covered up the look somewhat effectively a mere few seconds later. “Um…” She began and looked at him with a sheepish little grin, now much less verbose and colorful than she had been when she walked into the hovel. “I am uncertain as to what I should order. See, I have never.. I have never drank before, until now.”

Carina paused uncomfortably before adding quickly, “I will pay for the both of us though.” She knew that Severus was not going to offer, and she did not mind that. At least offering to pay would display her complete kindness, but almost as importantly in that moment, deter the awkwardness that her ignorance brought to the conversation. “Too bad that I was always the good girl who drank orange juice,” she said with a laugh, feeling herself coming back into her skin. If she drank what Severus drank, she would be completely drunk in a few sips. She gazed at him in both wonder and awe because he was still able to stand, and who knew how many glasses he had downed? “I.. I would like to continue to chat too,” she said and then became silent, allowing him to do the same or to fill the quiet somehow.

An eyebrow was raised at the seeming level of intoxication that Carina was already feeling. His amusement however, was still clouded with suspicion, as well as the past few drinks that were already taking their toll on his usual sensibilities.  “Apology accepted”, Severus turned his head slightly in her direction but made no eye contact. Instead his attention was cast over the selection of liquors lined up against the back wall, behind the bar tender. After a moment of perusing the collection, his movements where short and sharp as he muttered something to the burly man behind the counter and pointed to a bottle labelled ‘Blishen’s Firewhisky.’ He slid a few sickles over the rough wooden surface of the bar top.

“And you don’t have to worry about paying.” The tone in his voice was still gutteral. Another few knuts were flicked across towards the man returning with their drinks. In one hand was a a wide glass with a shallow amount of bronze liquid covering the base. In the other was a tall glass of orange juice. With a chaff smirk, the bar tender thrusted the drinks onto the counter before turning away to serve another customer. 

“You my choose whichever best pleases you.” Severus said, curling the corners of his mouth into an embellished, wry smile. His dark eyes scrunched, he looked directly into the reflection of her own. 

Chance Encounters || Carina and Severus

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“I... suppose not..?” Severus answered carefully, in response to her question about the school houses, doubt and scepticism hanging on the end of every word. He was still entirely unaware of what her purpose of interaction was. What was her motive for singling him out? The probability of her being an Order member was growing in Severus’ mind. His thin tongue pressed against the inside of his lips as he thought of the possible outcomes to this predicament, his brow furrowing in concern. 

His worry soon turned to confusion as she slipped the glass out of his hand, in reply to his offer of a drink. As he saw the last trickle slide down her throat, he felt his face grimace involuntarily. As she hacked on the fumes of the strongest spirit the bar had to offer, a look of what somewhere could be called sympathy found it way across his expression. In his head he couldn't help but mock her ignorance slightly, but the now dry glass was enough to restore his annoyance.

“I meant..” and with that he gestured to the bar behind him. His chair already from beneath the table, he extended his bony and angular legs. Making his way to the counter, he turned to face her.  “At least come and buy one for yourself this time, that is, if you wish to continue our ..chat?” 

Chance Encounters || Carina and Severus

“Hufflepuffs and Slytherins seldom cross paths, do they?” Carina inquired with insightful rhetoric, and smiled softly at him. She was not disturbed by his lack of response to her questions; in fact, Carina was simply content that Severus was answering her at /all/. The female badger watched him during the extensive moments of silence, wisely concluding that it would be unwise to interrupt his deep concentration, and the look of intense thought that caused him to scrunch his thick eyebrows, and regard only his glass that seemed to be running out of the liquor that he was drinking. Even though she should have been afraid of him, afraid of the Death Eater across from her, which she knew that he belonged to the dark society, Carina was not.

Titles did not frighten her. Titles could be forced, and even if Severus had not been coerced into the frightening organization, that did not strictly translate to his adherence to their inhuman policies. He was a gloomy-looking man, drowning in his seclusion and aloneness. In fact, Carina could hardly recall seeing Severus ACTUALLY smile. Lily Evans had been his closest friend, and when the two severed ties, the news spread like wildfire with relief from both Slytherin and Gryffindor students. Carina herself had frowned at the news, never having been fond of the teenager Marauders, unaware of the extent of their abuse of Severus in particular; but when the rowdy boys teased the occasional Hufflepuff, Carina intervened, and made sure that those prime targets were never singled out again.

Severus could use someone to confide in. “But yes, I was in several of your N.E.W.T. classes, far in the front of the room; perhaps you never saw me.” Carina pursed her lips at the offer of a drink. “I’ve never had any before,” she admitted with a nervous little chuckle, not really wanting it, but also unwilling to deny the obscure gesture of politeness, even if Severus had not intended to be kind. “Thank you, Severus,” she said quietly and lifted the drink to her lips. The legality of her actions was questionable, but that was all right; Carina took a quick sip from the beverage and nearly sputtered as the liquid burned her throat, and caused her eyes to water. A teardrop even fell from her eye, but she tried to cover up her disgust with pondering, failing miserably. “Interesting,” she commented with another kind smile and handed it back to him. “Severus?” She asked quietly after another moment passed and she was looking into those big black eyes again. “I… I hope that I have not disturbed you too greatly.” Her voice was softer, less overbearing and loud, but more considerate of him. She toned down her bright personality.

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Breaking eye contact, Severus looked awkwardly into his drink, the bottom of a glass becoming an old friend of his in the past months. He compared the greetings and questions fired from this sudden intrude to the usual hovel of a pub he takes refuge in. The hovel was nice. It was dark, and it had liquor and left you to the company of your own. To be bombarded by flashing smiles and seemingly genuine questions was beyond out of the ordinary, something he hoped the other regulars would continue to ignore. However, he reminded himself that he was not an idiot, and that what she was asking of his prowess in potions at school could potentially be inquisitions from The Order, or worse, a desperate attempt at small talk. 

Ignoring the questions on classes, he made an effort to regain conversation. “I never saw you at school.” He muttered, his voice coming out a little gruffer than anticipated due to the silence that had taken him for hours before. Severus rested his elbow on the table holding the glass up, the top of her yellow dress amplified behind the gleaming drink. He mused upon the fabric on her body and the contents of the half empty glass being the only jots of colour against the contrast of the room

Swigging his drink again, the remaining flaxen liquid found its way down his gullet.  “Drink?” He said, winching at the burn at the back of his throat from the memory of the golden coloured spirit. Uncrossing his legs, he slid his chair backwards before waggling his glass between two fingers in Carina’s direction.

Chance Encounters || Carina and Severus

The bright, pretty, electric blue hues landed on the man and studied him briefly, but with extreme precision. Her job– though it felt more like a hobby– revolved around the care of magical creatures and the slightest wrong move could cause a merman to be offended, or a hippogriff, the most prideful of creatures, to swipe. Carina had a tender hand with these beings, and a sweet heart and complementary disposition. Her kindness extended to humans, and as she gazed at Severus, her lips never budged from their seemingly-permanent smile. She took her seat in the booth and looked at him.

He had dark hair, much darker than hers, and matching eyes that seemed almost… Black. In fact, she presumed that they were. There was an arrogance to his nod that went unnoticed by the bouncing young woman because she was simply splendidly pleased that he had accepted her request to sit, and was now nodding towards the seat. Carina sat down quickly, and when she resumed eye contact, she was beaming as if the two had been friends for all of their lives. From his gloomy nature, Carina assumed that he would use that kind of care and regard. “It is just joyous to see you, Severus; and to finally be able to meet you.” She smiled sweetly at him before adding, “I always envied your skills in Potions to the utmost degree! Politely, of course, but your skills were– and I am sure still are– superb!” She paused thoughtfully. “What are you up to now that we have escaped the castle?” Carina leaned forward with plain and honest interest bathing in those bright blue eyes.