elmyraemilie (elmyraemilie) wrote in snape_potter, @ 2014-07-23 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | summer challenge14 |
Summer Challenge 14: A Proper Man (General)
Title: A Proper Man
Author: elmyraemilie
Other pairings/threesome: None
Rating: General
Word count: ~360
Theme chosen: Summer quote: A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. --William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
Warning(s): Pre-slash.
Summary: Severus Snape, in the castle, with a telescope.
A/N: Unbetaed.
More lovely, and more temperate, Snape said to himself. He had taken to coming up to the tower of the castle that overlooked the lake. Not the astronomy tower; even rebuilt as it was, he could not make himself mount those angled stairs. This tower, though, gave a fair view of the lake and the countryside beyond. There was nearly always a breeze here at the height, no matter how still the heat of the summer day below.
The telescope he carried was nominally for observation of the Giant Squid. Today, though, he was focused on a subject with whose arms he wished to be much more intimately acquainted. By the lake, a dark-haired man was strolling with his head bent to a slender scroll. His concentration on what he read nearly walked him into the water; smiling, he moved back a few feet and stopped to finish the text.
Not a tall man, but well-made. His hands and feet were in proportion to his stature, and his shoulders had breadth enough to fill out the shirt he wore. His legs were well-muscled, as shown by the shorts he was wearing; his hips were narrow, his waist trim.
It was the smile on his face that Snape's lens caught and held. The young man rerolled the scroll and started to read it from the beginning again. He blinked behind his awkward spectacles (and Snape knew the color of those eyes to a shade, though even with his telescope he could not presently see them) and his lips moved this time as though he was reading aloud. Then he smiled again, perhaps a bit more broadly, and looked up toward the Headmaster's tower. He shook his head, rolled the parchment neatly, and started back toward the castle at a trot.
Folding the instrument to its compact shape, Snape strode to the stairs and descended with sure and rapid steps. With luck, he would catch Harry in the entry hall. His letter, the letter he had long labored over the night before, had borne fruit; tonight, with the moon full over the forest, he would have the happy chance to show Harry that he meant it, every word.