Albus Severus Potter (bp_albusseverus) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-05-23 20:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 05, character: albus potter, character: severus snape |
RP: Al, Snape
Who: Al, Snape
Where: Severus' rooms at Hogwarts
When: May 23, early morning, after the Death Eater strike on Diagon Alley
Rating/Warnings: nc17
Summary: Severus leaves, then he comes back
It was late Saturday evening when Severus suddenly stared into an empty space over the bed, turned and summoned his warbelt and clothing, and left in a worryingly sudden manner, with just a stare and a "Stay here," directed at Al. Al merely had the time to sit back and blink and press his lips together, puzzled by a very important question of: But, where'd my mouthful just go?
Afterwards, alone, he summoned his glasses, gave his pillows the same stern stare that was given him, arranged them along the headboard with an evenness which bordered on molecular precision and only then released a deep sigh.
He was used to the sudden departures of his Dad and older brother, but apparently, even with intellectual types, one could not avoid the sudden displays of Auroresque behaviour.
He'll return in four-to-five hours. Six, maximum, he told himself. Therefore, worry will only be a reasonable course of action after 3 a.m. but no sooner. Having thus decided his schedule, Al summoned a book and gripped the cover before opening it and forcing his eyes to stare at the page beginning at the upper-left corner and travel the familiar course of parallel lines of print from left to right, top to bottom. Again, again, and again.
Severus indeed returned before the scheduled worry time. When he came back, Severus smelled and looked and felt absolutely frazzled, Al made it a priority to make sure that he wasn't missing any important pieces: Severus was wild-eyed. He stunk of smoke which had to be chemical, his robes were scorched and it only took one glance to count several scratches and burns on his skin.
Al leaned forward and rubbed the soot off Severus' forehead, just above one nasty burn which narrowly avoided an eyebrow. Needs disinfecting, immediately, then the healing spells, he decided, his mind forming a new cleaning routine of spell work, this time directed not at books but at a person. At Severus. "Your eyebrow is quite lucky to remain intact," he informed Severus. "You need it for non-verbal communication. Where did they strike this time?"