Who: Severus Snape, Amycus Carrow (and Alecto, if she wishes!) What: Tea and veiled conversation. When: Saturday, January 15, 1998 Where: The Staff Lounge Rating: TBD, Low for now....
All Severus had wanted was a small bit of solitude, and he had hoped to find it in the Staff Lounge. He'd expected to find the wide, wood-paneled room empty as the hour was growing late and most of the teaching staff would likely be in their quarters. He had grown restless, as was the case more often than not of late, and had left his rooms to walk the corridors of the castle. Not yet ready to return and sleep, yet not wanting to spend time in his office at this hour of the night, he had diverted his course and made his way to the Staff Lounge, hoping for a quiet cup of tea and some blessedly quiet time alone to think. Every step he made these days needed to be weighed carefully, and he needed to consider the set of variables before him that seemed to be shifting more and more quickly with each passing day. It was much easier to do this without the daily duties of his headmaster's position pressing down on him.
But when he pushed open the door, instead of finding an empty room, he was greeted by a warm wash of yellow light from a round lamp that was sitting upon a low table. A figure sat in the chair nearby, and Severus steeled himself for a conversation that would undoubtedly call upon the use of all his considerable mental faculties. His guard was always up, but particularly so around certain people.
"Good evening, Amycus," he murmured. "What brings you here so late?"