Severus Snape is tired of the lies. (fortiscadere) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-10-04 17:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! . placeholder, ! [1979-10] october, ! npc, peter pettigrew, severus snape |
RP Log: Severus Snape & Peter Pettigrew
Who: Peter Pettigrew & Severus Snape
When: 4 October 1979; Early Evening
Where: Hog's Head, Hogsmeade
What: Peter actually likes Snape.
Rating: PG
Status: INCOMPLETE.
The Hog's Head wasn't ideal, but it was likely better than the Leaky Cauldron or the Three Broomsticks. Any of those other two places, the other members of the Order could easily walk in and spot him having a conversation with someone who was less than favored at the moment. Aberforth might be an issue if he saw them together and decided to make a big deal about it, but Peter figured that he could deal with that if/when it became an issue. Right now, he was sitting at one of the far tables, fiddling with a knut and trying not to look like he was about to fall apart from nerves or that he felt like he was doing something that could possibly get him into quite a bit of trouble. Not that he wasn't either of those things, but the last thing he wanted was to look it. Glancing up occasionally from the table top to the door and then over to the bar to try and gage whether he was going to be "made" or not, Peter finally just settled into staring at the door when his neck started to get sore. Severus had been a bit startled to get Peter's message in the journals, but they had agreed to drinks, and truth be told, Severus was not going to turn the offer down. He was frustrated with Potter, but that didn't mean he needed to take it out on Pettigrew who had been, besides Abe and Pepper, the one member of the Order (that he knew about) that had been remotely understanding and decent. And drinks could be interesting. He'd chosen the Hog's Head on purpose. The clientele was typically less than above board, it was often not particularly crowded, and he knew Aberforth wouldn't be bothered by him meeting with another member of the Order. At least, he was fairly certain he wouldn't be. And he'd already told Aberforth he was going to come by this evening. So when he opened the door to the Hog's Head, he glanced around the room finally seeing Peter in the far corner. Snape walked across the room towards the Gryffindor, who frankly looked a bit nervous, Severus thought to himself wondering vaguely what was up. "Evening," he said simply. "What do you want?" he motioned at the bar. He'd told Peter he'd be buying the round, and Severus planned to keep that promise. He couldn't precisely bring Mr Pettigrew back, nor had he directly had anything to do with the man's death, but it was something. That. Oh, Merlin, he'd forgotten all about that. He'd had his own motives about finally calling in their agreement to meet, and he was caught off guard by Severus's question until things clicked in his head. Covering his stunned expression with a half mustered smile, Peter shook his head slightly to try and clear his mind, "Just a butterbeer," Peter said. He needed to keep a clear head right now. The last thing he needed to do was say more than he meant to muchless more than he needed to. Another odd glance at the bar to see if anyone was paying them an unusual amount of attention, and Peter was back to fiddling with the knut in his hand. Severus cocked an eyebrow in the other man's direction and then without further ado, headed over to the bar to pick up a butterbeer for Peter, and a firewhiskey for him. Only a smallish one, he thought to himself. After Potter's conversation, he really just wanted to get really soused, but he wasn't going to do it with Pettigrew right here. He returned to the table and placed the butterbeer in front of Pettigrew and slid in across from him, taking a sip of his own drink. "How are things?" He asked. And here came the awkward part. Despite the fact that in journals they could have conversations that were lengthy and perfectly easy whenever he met with him in person, Severus felt distinctly uneasy. Perhaps it was simply all of the water under the bridge between their two sets of friends, or alternatively that in person the differences flared up more quickly. He hesitated a moment, then glanced up, think that Pettigrew still looked nervous. "Agnes, and Lily?" Peter felt a similar discomfort, but this time, it wasn't because he felt awkward about old wounds or issues that hadn't healed or like he was betraying his other friends by being friendly with someone that none of them wanted anything to do with. This time, it was because he could very well be screwing everything that they had all planned up just because of his own need to try and keep someone who, in his own mind, honestly didn't deserve it from possibly getting into rather deep trouble. "Well," Peter said, smiling slightly at Severus. "They're doing well," He said, opening his butterbeer. All things considered, at least, what with the number of scares that they had had lately, and the things that had to be dealt with. It was hard to sincerely say that anyone was well anymore, period, but all things considered... "I think we're all hoping that October is going to turn out better than September, but that sounds eerily familiar, doesn't it?" "It certainly seems like we spend most of the beginning of one month hoping it will be better than the previous month," Severus sighed. "I think it's safe to say that probably won't happen, but it doesn't seem to keep up from hoping does it? Rather pointless, honestly." He took a sip of the firewhiskey, swishing it around his mouth before swallowing it. He looked across at Peter, watching it his countenance carefully, but maybe he'd imagined the nervousness - or maybe it was only because he was meeting with Severus in front of an Order member. Severus hadn't considered that, but from Pettigrew's perspective, he could understand the nervousness. Pettigrew didn't know there was no problem with meeting with him. But then again, so far as Order members went, he'd rather Abe know, than run into some of the others because they'd gone someplace less off the beaten path. "I guess, so long as I'm busy with my Apprenticeship," he shrugged. "It doesn't give me a lot of time to think about other things." "I know what you mean," Peter said in response, sipping his butterbeer. Having to stay in bed and attempt to heal had been hell on his mind. It had left him little time to do anything but think, and when Peter was left to think for too long, he ended up running himself in so many circles that it would nearly bring him to tears trying to figure out just where and how everything had gone so wrong. "I'm grateful to be back at work. It gives me something to occupy my mind with other than how everything is imploding," He said with a sigh, taking another sip of his drink before drawling out. "It's nice to know, though, that some people are able to shut out the real world and indulge in pointless frivolity." The Masquerade would serve its purpose, but he highly doubted being able to actually enjoy himself there. He'd never been a party minded individual. "Thoughts can be dangerous," Severus said, turning the glass around with his fingers. "Too many of them, and you're rationalising shite you shouldn't be rationalising. It's the danger of thoughts. When I'm working with potions, or even with other studies, it keeps me occupied on those things. Less on trying to make sense out of things that probably shouldn't be made sense out of. But then, I've never really been one for pointless frivolity. I think Agnes-" he sighed. "I think Agnes thought I should engage in it more frequently." He downed another sip of the firewhiskey, trying not to think about how much he'd lost in the past month. He knew he wasn't the only one. Pettigrew had lost his father, after all. Probably killed by - if not one of Severus' friends then - one of his colleagues. "Who knows, maybe October will be better than September. I'd say it can't get any worse, but then the fates would probably take that as a dare." |