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Severus Snape (bittersnark) wrote in beyondthepages,
@ 2010-05-07 11:18:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2023 10, lily evans, niles lexington, severus snape

Characters: Severus Snape, Niles Lexington & Lily Evans
Time/Date: 6 October, mid-afternoon
Location: Diagon Alley, various shops – there’s a list of what he’s after in the post – pick a shop and have at it. Multiple threads welcome.
Warnings/Rating: S for snark at the very least
Summary: Severus has things to take care of in Diagon Alley.
Status: Complete

Severus had put this off for as long as he possibly could but he’d eventually come to the realisation that the time had come, as the walrus said. There were things he needed that he could not get from the Muggle world or in Knockturn, thus it was time to head into Diagon Alley.

He pulled on his robes with an air of disgruntlement and discomfort. He would have been quite happy to simply owl order what he needed but unfortunately some of the things he needed either couldn’t be owl ordered or they changed just enough that he needed to see them for himself to determine if they were what he wanted. So he’d waited and made a list and now he was going to get what he needed, whether he or the denizens of Diagon Alley were ready or not.

He snorted as he stalked down the stairs and out the front door, his robes billowing around him. He glanced down at the list in hand as he made a tentative plan of which order to attack things. Places like the apothecary and the book store were not urgent and thus he could place them well down the list.

The first stop was obviously going to be Gringotts to determine the state of his vault. He’d already been contacted by them to tell him it was still there, that Minerva had never touched a single knut in it nor had she closed it and that Gringotts was putting procedures in place to return any intact vaults to their no-longer-deceased owners and would he please sign these papers so that the whole process could be expedited. The letter had ended with an almost offhand comment that the twenty-five years between his death and reappearance had allowed the bank’s usual compound interest to do very nice things to his balance.

Once that was taken care of, robes were probably the first order of business. Twenty-five years had taken their toll and while he had no objection to wearing threadbare robes in his own home, he was probably due to buy some new ones. Especially if he intended to follow through on the vague thought he’d had of finding some sort of job so that he didn’t turn into a complete hermit. Though what kind of job was quite beyond him right now.

Quills, ink, parchment, glassware for his workroom, replacements for the linen, blankets and duvets beyond what Lily had snuck into the house and some doxycide because he couldn’t be bothered brewing something so tedious himself and he was fairly certain he had a doxy infestation in the attic. And once those things were sorted, then he could peruse the apothecary and see if it had anything interesting and from there he would finish his day in the bookshop.

He nodded to himself and tucked the parchment back in his robes as he swept out of the house and ducked down the nearby alley he used for apparition. A moment later he was in the rear yard of the Leaky Cauldron. He tapped on the wall and stepped into Diagon Alley.

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just_a_vulture
2010-05-07 05:33 am UTC (link)

He really, really needed to stop wearing his robes to rags. At least he managed to keep his work robes in better shape, though he hadn't quite gotten around to getting a new set. Not with patrols and returning dead and threats and werewolves and murders and Bellatrix Lestrange still on the loose. Even if they probably knew where she was (and they now suspected that perhaps Rodolphus wasn't quite as missing as they'd believed initially).

But there wasn't much to be done about any of that.

So it was the Vulture found himself on his day off doing one of the things he most dreaded.

Studying himself in one of the mirrors, he glanced back toward the door as it opened - which promptly resulted in a double-take. Yes, of course he knew that certain people who had once been his professor were alive and well again, but he still didn't expect them to come waltzing (or skulking) into buildings he was currently occupying.

Grinning a little, deciding he at least had to say hello, Vulture took a few steps toward the younger-but-technically-older other wizard. "Professor Snape," he greeted him with as straight a face as he could manage. He did wonder what Snape's reaction was going to be to that - if he even recognized him. But surely he would. Vulture was a bit older, and ... well, all right, Snape would know him as Niles because the 'call me Vulture' had come about somewhat later in life, but hell. This was bound to be fun.

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bittersnark
2010-05-07 09:41 pm UTC (link)

Severus' first glance encompassed everything within sight in the shop, a skill he'd picked up stepping into Death Eater meetings. It was always wise to be able to know where everything and everyone was, not mention be able to read the undercurrents. Thus he definitely noticed the man in the shop as well as the usual shop assistants he was expecting. He also saw the girl who'd been heading towards him with growing recognition and trepidation on her face hesitate when the man approached him instead.

His eyes narrowed at the greeting. One of his students then, since those who were too young to have been taught by him had tended to refer to him as 'Mister' or 'sir', those older mostly by his surname... or whatever insult was their favourite at the time.

It took a moment to place the face though then he arched an eyebrow, more at the hints of amusement he could detect than the identification. Niles Lexington had been a Gryffindor like many others, perhaps a bit brighter than most. "Niles Lexington," he said in a neutral tone.