Severus Snape is tired of the lies. (fortiscadere) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-11-01 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-11] november, demetrius mulciber, severus snape |
RP Log: Severus Snape & Demetrius Mulciber
Who: Severus Snape & Demetrius Mulciber
When: 1 November 1979; Afternoon
Where: Spinner's End
What: Demetrius comes over to spend his (less happy) birthday with Severus.
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Status: COMPLETE.
Severus put the Daily Prophet down on the table and sat back in the spindly wooden chair and stared at the clock on the other side of the wall. He knew that at some point Demetrius would show up, and honestly, he was willing for it to happen. Greyback and Lestrange caused him no grief. Graley and Malfoy and Nott were all Death Eaters, and they'd managed to capture three inner circle Death Eaters which was, impressive, and at the same time, would allow him opportunities (hopefully) to ingratiate himself further during times when they would need new people to step in and fill roles. Severus frowned, reaching for the cup of tea and wondering if he'd be considered. Would his blood still mean that despite past successes, he would be overlooked? He was not family, and would this be more personal? And how far was he willing to go to try to make certain he was not overlooked? He had already offered to Lestrange, and he thought to himself he would remind Mr Mulciber that he was willing to be of help later on. This was an opportunity that he couldn't overlook or waste: Three inner circle Death Eaters. He finished off the cup of tea which was now cold from the amount of time he had left it sitting there while he'd reread the Daily Prophet's account over and over. He heard Thea come bounding down the stairs and knew that Demetrius must have arrived. The cat always seemed to know when a visitor was coming long before he did. He stood, put the cup away and headed towards the front door. Demetrius had wasted a good part of his day, and there was no denying it. He had thrown things for his own entertainment, and instantly launched into his normal routine. Of course, that hadn't lasted long and he more or less stared at his journal for half an hour. So going out to Severus's was a good excuse to not be home, though his mother had thrown a fit about him even leaving the house. He had essentials with him for the likely chance that he would be sleeping on Severus's couch; the liquor Severus had sent along (plus an extra bottle he had "borrowed" from his father), the plate of biscuits from Veronica, and his journal. The journals had been a last minute grab, just in case something were to happen. He didn't bother knocking, and just pushed the door open. "I'm here," he said vaguely, eyeing Thea as she approached him. "I have alcohol." Severus stepped into the hallway and gave his friend an amused smirk. "I hope you brought a brewery," he said dryly. "I think I could drink that much and would still unfortunately be too aware of the weekend's happenings. "And you brought biscuits? You are my new best friend. Interestingly enough, you look a lot like my old best friend." He motioned Demetrius towards the small library. Since his mother's death, Severus had rearranged it somewhat. It was hardly a room that looked well decorated, not that this was different from how it had been when Eileen was alive. But the back portion of the room now had a small, oddly formed table with potions materials on it, and a black cauldron that had been Eileen's. He'd moved the sofa so that it was facing away from the cauldrons and towards the bookshelves which were still nearly as empty as they had been despite Severus having picked up a few extra titles. "Did you get your Mum calmed down?" He asked, and added, "Do you want tea or anything non-alcoholic before we began the drinking frenzy?" "Don't be silly, I'm much better looking than your old best friend," he said dismissively. "The biscuits are from Veronica Parkinson, and I've already tasted them, they're quite good," he added. Walking into the library and uncerimonously dumping his armload onto the sofa beside him, he sat down. Demetrius sighed, rubbing his temples slightly. "Father shut her up, finally, I think," he said. "Somehow, I doubt the biscuits will taste good with what I brought, so maybe some tea for starters," he added. Severus nodded. "I'll put the water on," he said thoughtfully and immediately headed towards to the kitchen to put the water on. After having prepared two cups and bringing two cups of black tea out to the room. He handed one over to Demetrius and nodded at him. "Birthday biscuits then? That was nice of her," he said non-commitally. Although he couldn't remember having had any real feeling about her at school, Parkinson had annoyed the hell out of him recently and he wondered if it was that she had changed, or if just his level of patience with idiocy was dropping to an all time low. Pressing his lips together, he sat down in the chair across from the sofa and started in on his second cup of tea for the day. "This is shit," he said finally, uncertain whether they should talk about nothing related to what was happening, or what was happening. And once he had remembered that Corbina had been among those arrested, he felt even worse. What a thing to have happen on your birthday. At least, he thought, it was Corbina and not any of the other women who would have probably fallen apart completely. "It's pathetic," he noted numbly, sipping his tea distractedly. "I mean...it's obviously a set up, isn't it? I don't think Mrs. Malfoy or Mrs. Nott would have reacted the way they did if they had known their husbands would be running off to...what was it, sacrifice some women for a blood ritual..." he trailed off and ate a biscuit, giving him a minute to collect his thoughts. Demetrius's shoulders slumped. "It's stupid." "Do we even do that?" Severus said wrinkling up his nose. He had to admit, it wasn't a bad maneuver by the Order. It was close enough to the truth to be believable, but he'd never heard of them doing ritualistic magic - at least, if it happened, it was among the Inner Circle and the babies were never drawn in to play. Severus wondered if he gained Inner Circle status if he would find out otherwise. It was something to consider, perhaps. "Nobody knew about it, and Narcissa said that Lucius disappeared while they were dancing. If he'd gotten a call, he would have stepped away, led her to the side and then gone. Nobody just leaves like that." "I don't know, but if we were doing something like that, it wouldn't have involved Evangeline or Corbina or Mister Wilkes..." he trailed off. "Disappearing mid-dance just makes it all too suspect." Finishing off the tea, he looked around. "It's...I don't know. Aquila and I were discussing ways to free them. But it all seemed ridiculous and utterly impossible to execute." Severus nodded. "Anything being considered would have to be done ridiculously carefully," he said. "And honestly, it would probably be better to wait until after the trial. Some people may get off, and it would be better to let them get off with the appearance of proper judgement served than to rush in and break them out, which only makes them fugitives." He looked over at his friend wondering what to say about Corbina and instead opted to say nothing for the time being. "I feel worst for Mrs Nott, and Mrs Wilkes. There are no other men close by at hand to help them with the details and let's face it, " he shook his head "Women," at least society women, "are not set up for this sort of thing ninety percent of the time." "Right. Yeah...well they all have friends, and I expect they can band together in a time like this." Rolling his eyes, he scarfed down another biscuit with no hesitance. "I don't know. I was thinking we do it the Gryffindor way, you know? Run into the trial, swords drawn and screaming at the top of our lungs and just snatch them away right under the Wizengamot's nose," he joked feebly. "Right. No more tea. Time for real drinks." Severus raised his eyebrows looking a little amused. "When did you decide to go Gryffindor, Demetrius? If anything I would say this would require the utmost sneaky Slytherin behaviour." He waved his wand to pull two glasses from the kitchen, and reached for one of the bottles that Demetrius had brought with him. "While I cannot help but be amused by the thought of Corbina's face when you rush into the trial, sword drawn, to rescue her, I think that probably we would be better suited to act with a bit more cunning and less romantic hero." He sighed, swirling the glass sightly before putting it to his lips to take a sip. It really was not cool that it was Demetrius' birthday that all this had happened on and Severus felt a bit as if he'd been a bad friend by not keeping it from happening. On the other hand, that thought was equally absurd, for what could he have done, really? "Swords or wands?" He said, watching Thea as she jumped up on the sofa and nosed Demetrius' journal cautiously. "Which do you think is better in this scenario? A wand, obviously more useful from the point of view of staying alive, but the sword has that romantic appeal..." "Wands, transfigured into swords, and then turned back into wands at the appropriate moment," he said thoughtfully, tapping his chin with his index finger. "Somehow I don't think the "romantic hero" act would be that appealing to her. But I suppose...hey, shoo," he said, turning to the kitten and pulling his journal away from her. "Go away, cat," he added. "Right. It will require extensive planning, some polyjuice potion and about five people at least, plus Ministry workers with the knowledge we need to have," Demetrius explained, smirking. "According to the only plausible, though still quite improbable, solution Aquila and I touched on. I'm not really good at coming up with genius plans." "Be nice," Severus scolded half heartedly as Thea stopped nosing at the journal but didn't particularly back away. She seemed to be considering whether or not Demetrius was actually a threat or not, and apparently decided against the possibility that he was dangerous as she continued forward again, this time sniffing one of the other items that Demetrius had brought with her, carefully stepping around things, and on them to get closer. "The polyjuice might be a problem," Severus said thoughtfully. "I'm sure somebody has some still, but most people have probably cleaned out their stores. Of course, give me a month," he said with a smirk. It was a bit frustrating to not have some on hand, although Severus knew he could get to the materials to brew it if it were so required. Still, thirty days meant one had to plan ahead on these things. "Well, if you take Aquila, yourself, myself, Barty and Regulus you have five people," Severus pointed out. "And the Minsistry workers can be found. You simply are required to imperius the ones that have the knowledge you need. What was the rest of your genius plan?" "Well, as we're going to be waiting a month for Polyjuice, we also have to kidnap rather high-up Ministry officials, find specific coordinates for Azkaban, learn how to passably impersonate said Ministry officials, find a way to get to Azkaban. We'd also need to know if Azkaban has anti-Apparition charms because if they do, we'd need extra brooms or an adequate Portkey. We'd also need to time it right so that it doesn't seem unusual that several Ministry officials are randomly visiting Azkaban..." he rambled. It wasn't even a serious plan, but somehow rattling about in to Severus made it seem...doable. "Nothing particularly out of the ordinary then," Severus said calmly, taking another drink of the whiskey and frowning slightly. "Have you heard anything about what might be done? Your Father mention anything, in particular?" One of the things Severus really hated was not knowing information. And while he occasionally didn't ask for it on purpose - as he had done the following evening when speaking with Aberforth - he typically sought it out. And recently there had been things happening and he didn't know, and it was frustrating. Perhaps all the more so because he saw an opportunity to step up and be handed extra responsibility. "I suppose they really haven't had a chance to speak, and there is still the trial. Why do something illegal if one can accomplish the same end without any suspicion?" He pretended not to notice that Thea had made her way practically to Demetrius leg and was now sitting there looking up at him as if she were looking for permission to crawl onto his lap. Receiving none, she simply went ahead, putting the first small paw tentatively on his leg and then a second one to crawl into his lap. "Father's not said a word," he said. Demetrius was ignored the kitten, though found it somewhat endearing that she was so persistent. But he nodded, drumming his fingers uneasily on his leg, causing Thea to swipe at his fingers playfully. He smiled in spite of himself and patted the cat on the head vaguely. "It's too early for plans. Waiting to see how the trial turns out is the best course of action," he added a bit quieter. "For now, I think we should drink as much as possible and forget about this all." "Then we should talk about something else," Severus said simply, hiding a smile at Demetrius actually patting Thea. He wondered briefly if a pet might do Demetrius almost as much good as the kitten had done Severus. He would have never selected a cat, but he rather found the presence of the little thing to be helpful beyond simply the companionship. She required him to come home in the evenings, to feed her, to spend at least a few moments every day playing with or talking to her, and Severus didn't have an abundance of people that depended on him. In the aftermath of his mother's death, Thea had been a life safer, probably. "Although I must confess I have absolutely no idea what. I suppose we could pretend the dance went perfectly normally last night and proceed from there." "Well yes. Though I'd rather not talk about the masquerade as it involved Jaqueline attempting to crush my toes and my threatening to remove her fingers, and I happen to feel somewhat badly about that now that her father has been apprehended for a crime he didn't commit..." Demetrius said, shrugging. "Then some random stranger flirting with me. At least I think it was flirtatious. But it wasn't a notable evening otherwise." Severus laughed out right. "I'm sorry," he couldn't help but smirk. His dance with Jacqueline had been much less violent it seemed, even though they had played games the entire time pretending they were not the other one when obviously they were. "I'm sorry, but you danced with Jacqueline? And she was attempting to crush your toes? Why do you two dislike each other so much?" Severus asked, taking a sip of the whiskey. "She's not all that bad." "She thinks I'm stupid and I find her pretentious," Demetrius said with a reluctant smirk at Severus. "We just irritate each other." Though he knew he didn't feel the particular urge to discuss the in-and-outs of he and Jacqueline's mutual dislike. He'd rather finish the bottle of whiskey and fall asleep, honestly. "We have moments where we do...get along. Briefly. But they're few and far between." "I suppose that's allowed. It's just rather odd. On one hand I find her making rude statements about you frequently and you making rude statements about her, and," he chuckled and shook his head. "I actually find both of you reasonably intelligent individuals and so it's bewildering. Of course, maybe that's it. You irritate each other, where you both adore me, obviously." His lips twitched and he raised his glass of whiskey in a small toast. "I think her mother and her sister are both having a very difficult time right now," he frowned slightly. Perhaps he should ward a comment to Regulus and suggest that he make himself available to Julianne in case the family needed anything. While he did not mind sending calming draught or offering support, he was fairly certain it wasn't appropriate and would be frowned upon if he were to take up a personal obligation to help the Wilkes' women. "I feel sorry for them and hope they can afford a decent lawyer." "I absolutely adore you, well known fact. Jacqueline, however, adores nothing. She's some sort of succubus." Demetrius paused and giggled faintly, holding up his glass of whiskey. "Here's to hoping," he said, taking a quick swallow. "I'm sure they'll all have the best law team that money can buy." At least, Corbina and Marius would. Probably Mister Nott as well...it was hard to tell if the others would be as lucky. "Perhaps we should impersonate lawyers and go to trial for them," he suggested jokingly. Severus smirked at Demetrius, the smirk deepened as Thea turned around once and curled up on Demetrius' lap, sticking her head in almost under her tail she was curled so tightly and was, Severus was certain, purring loudly along with her sleeping. "I think us impersonating lawyers would probably not be the best team money can buy, as we are not lawyers, and I make no pretence of understanding the law, most of the time at any rate. I should have to study quite a bit more. And I am certain Jacqueline adores something, even if it is only herself - that does qualify as something you know." And while Severus thought, perhaps unfairly, that it might have been true that Georgina adored only herself, he was not convinced the same could be said for Jacqueline. But he wasn't in the mood to argue the point with Demetrius. He had nothing to gain from doing so. "More?" He asked, as he refilled his own glass. "I'm sure if we studied hard enough we could figure it out," he said, holding out his glass. "More would be nice." He was silent for a moment or two, pondering where to lead the conversation next. Discussing the sister of a dead friend seemed...well, it wasn't a particularly enjoyable conversation to put it lightly. "Who all did you dance with?" he asked suddenly, somewhat curious. Severus poured Demetrius some more and then sat back. "Well, I too danced with Jacqueline," he raised an amused eyebrow at Demetrius. "However, she did not try to injure any of my bodily extremities however she might have tried to pretend she was her sister for a bit. I also danced with several people I didn't know." He took a sip of the whiskey pondering what to say about Marius or if he should say anything. "Astra," he said finally, heavily, and he left Lily off. So far as anyone was concerned she had not been there. He was sure of this from the way she had been so completely disguised that he was sure there were few people who would have recognised her. He would not have, had it not been for their eyes meeting. "Marius Lestrange gave me his "permission"," Severus looked darkly at the whiskey. He couldn't help but add mentally, French bastard. It was a reasonable term for the man, he thought. "And I figured what the hell," he couldn't help a basic sigh and he took another quick drink of the alcohol, swallowing it quickly as if by swallowing it he could wash away the bitter thoughts about the entire situation. This was why he and Aquila were not okay, he thought. At least he felt like he could have the conversation with Demetrius even if he knew that Demetrius would probably have done the same as Aquila had he been the one with the sister. "Permission. Huh." Demetrius didn't comment on it any further. He knew that it wasn't a subject they should discuss in much depth, and he took another sip of his drink to mull this over. He wondered if Marius would have bothered giving permission to anyone besides Severus, other than a simple "yes, go ahead and dance with her.". He didn't dwell on the thought. "I don't think Jacqueline could convince anyone she was her sister, no matter how similar they look," he said finally. Thea had decided that Demetrius's lap was the perfect place for a nap, and he tried not to disturb the sleeping kitten as he shifted in his seat. "Is she always this...clingy?" he asked, pointing to Thea inquiringly. "Or does she just like me?" Severus shrugged lightly. "She might just like you," he said thoughtfully. "She's not usually quite so clingy. At least not with people she doesn't know well. She likes to lay on my head when I sleep," he rolled his eyes at the thought of it. "Besides, she's a cat, she likes to cuddle up with people and things." He sighed. Over everything else was this constant 'what if', that was uncomfortable. He hated the 'what ifs'; the not knowing what was going to be happening and not knowing what his place in it would be. For all of his attempts they had been unneeded after all, and there was a bit of this worry that even with Dumbledore and Pettigrew's warnings that someday it might be him, and he'd have no money. He'd have no way to get out of it, at all, and that was troublesome to an extreme. "Fuck it," he said quietly and reached for the bottle. "I've got hangover potion in the kitchen, I kind of think we should get extremely sloshed and forget about this utter dragonshite." It wasn't the smartest idea. He knew that, but on the other hand, at the moment he didn't much care. He was tired, and a bit worried about how this would all turn out. The fact that he'd heard nothing from the Inner Circle worried him. He really hated being uninformed. "Well...she'd better not get too attached," he said jokingly. "I typically prefer humans, sorry cat." This was frustrating for him, not knowing what to really do about the entire thing. So he shrugged. "A galleon that I can out drink you," he said imploringly. "I'm not typically a gambling man...but I think the competition will be adequately distracting." Severus hesitated. He didn't really have a galleon to waste, but then his father had been able to put alcohol a way like nobody's business, and Severus knew that when push came to shove, he was his father's son. "You're on," he said thoughfully topping off both of their glasses. "And you've not got a chance in the world," he smirked at his friend. "I could use that galleon." "I'm quite the seasoned drinker, old friend," he warned, taking a swallow. "I think the stipulation is that whoever falls asleep or vomits first is the loser, yeah?" Demetrius thought that this was more fun than talks of Azkaban and dancing. "Don't cry too hard tomorrow when I've beaten you," he added. "Though perhaps we'll both have been so intoxicated, we'll have forgotten by morning." Pondering this, he drank. "In that case," Severus looked amused. "I shall get the galleon by default, because," he pondered this. "Because it was your idea to bring galleons into it, and... I need to get a new collar for Thea," he nodded at the kitten and shrugged. "And a galleon would buy her quite a nice one; far nicer than she'd ever actually need, but that is beside the point. She is a sweet thing and I should spoil her occasionally." He raised the glass to his lips and took a drink. "And I won't need to cry, because I'm going to win." "I have no cat to spoil," he said. "So I'll just be selfish with my winnings, I think." Topping off his glass, he looked around. "Then again, perhaps I'll shower Thea with gifts, as she does seem to adore me. Which is quite uncommon among females," he added jokingly. Petting the cat again, rather unconsciously, he laughed a little at the thought. "You don't give yourself enough credit," he grinned at his friend. "I think they probably like you more than you allow them to," Severus was silent for a moment before taking another drink. Women continued to be a source of frustration to him. "I'm sure if you get utterly drunk, they'll obviously like you," he smirked. "Probably be knocking down my door to beg you for wedding proposals and so forth. Thea, of course, being a very jealous creature, is not going to allow any other women in your life, so you'd best get used to it." "I allow for plenty of...liking," he argued. "I'm quite the charming drunk though, I think..." Demetrius finished off his glass in one rather quick gulp. "But Thea won't have anything to worry about. She's quite intimidating for a kitten, she'll scare anyone who even looks at me wrong away." "She comes from intimidating Dolohov stock," Severus smirked finishing off his glass and reaching for the bottle so he could pour himself more. "Obviously she's going to be dreadfully intimidating. Barty should be careful, I think," he laughed, and raised his glass in a false sort of toast. "There's no reason why there shouldn't be five women lined up outside the door," he added. "We're quite the catch, between the two of us. They should be breaking down the walls to get one of us to propose." "Well, obviously they're waiting until we're vulnerable and properly intoxicated so they can influence it." He raised his glass in return, and then patting Thea again. "But I'll hear none of it, I'm quite fine with single at twenty. No matter who says what about whatever," he continued. "The cat will be the only sober one by the end of the hour." "Thea doesn't like getting drunk," Severus said with mock wisdom. "She thinks that it's something only lame people do. I've told her that I'm not lame, but I don't think she quite believes me. I suppose we will have to allow her to choose for us," he took another sip. and stretched his back before continuing. "Thus I rather hope she has decent taste in women, otherwise we're both utterly and completely fucked over." "She will not be deciding, she wants to keep us both for herself," he said, taking a sip. "It's obvious in the way she's been pawing at me for the better part of ten minutes." The cat had been doing no such thing, but it seemed the appropriate thing to say for the sake of humor. "She's a wise little cat." Severus snorted. "So we will be kept men by one woman?" He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "I do not know what I think about this Demetrius," he added. "I'm not certain how I feel about being kept by the same woman that is keeping you." He was pretty certain that at least part of what he was saying no longer made any sense, but Severus was not going to admit to himself that he might be getting tipsy or that he should, perhaps slow down a bit. After all, there was a galleon at stake and if he did slow down what then? "However, of course she's a wise cat, she's my cat; do you think I would have a stupid one?" "It could be worse, at least we get along." Demetrius giggled a little. "I'd hate to be kept by a woman who was also keeping another man...if I disliked them. That didn't make any sense at all." Refilling his glass, he nodded knowingly. "Thea will do right by us." "True enough," Severus said with solemnity. "If I hated you, this would be entirely different. If, for example, you were Potter, I should have to give Thea a serious talking to. Not a Sirius one, mind you, but a serious one." He snorted at himself, amused at his own pun. "Thea will do right however. If you were Potter, other than the fact that you would be a pompous arrogant toerag, she would also not be lap dancing you." And indeed, Thea had gotten disturbed as Demetrius had reached for the liquor bottle last time and she was turning around in a circle trying to re-accustom herself to the contours of his lap. "There are quite many people in the world who think I am a pompous, arrogant toerag," Demetrius pointed out, before dissolving into a fit of laughter that sent Thea jumping off his lap onto the floor. She looked at him scornfully, but he couldn't seem to stop laughing long enough to notice. "Either you're funny when you're intox...in...drunk, or...I don't know, actually," he said once he had caught his breath again. "Yes, but I would not be one of them," Severus pointed out equally. He knew who did, of course. But he knew also that Demetrius, although Severus was hardly blind to his faults, was not truly a pompous, arrogant toerag. And besides, Severus had his own set of faults that Demetrius mostly seemed willing to overlook, and wasn't that what friendship was really about anyway? "Of course I'm funny when I'm drunk," Severus smirked in was was probably an irritatingly smug manner. "I am like one of those clown things that make people laugh." 'clown things' was hardly an articulate way to put 'joker', but it was as articulate as Severus was going to get under the circumstances. "If you laugh yourself into a stupor," he added possibly even more irritatingly, "I still get the galleon." "No. No. No. That's not the terms. Asleep or sick," he said maddeningly, waving an arm wildly and then pointing at Severus ominously. "So you just be quiet and keep drinking," he added as he refilled his own glass. "Azkaban can't be that hard to break into," Demetrius said suddenly. Severus nearly started laughing as hard as Demetrius had been a moment before. "Oh, no," he said with a smirk. "I'm sure it's a piece of cake, what with the Ministry and the Dementors and everything; We could just seduce a dementor and I'm sure they'd let us right in. And if you laugh yourself into a stupor you'll be incapacitated, which should count." He took another drink quickly. "It can't be hard. Just because people can't escape doesn't mean it's impossible to infiltr...get into it," he said dismissively, lying down, stretching himself and yawning. "Really. I bet you and me alone could do it." Seeing that Demetrius was obviously at least partially serious - ha! sirius - Severus finished off the rest of his glass and reached, a trifle unsteadily for the bottle, to top himself off again. "It's the Demetrius-" he stopped. That was not what he'd meant. "It's the Dementors," he repeated, yes that was what he'd meant to say. "They'd be the hardest, but there are patra -" he frowned, so much for that word. "That spell that makes the animal - that could keep them away. If I cast one and you cast one then they'd be so busy with that and we could get Corbina out so you could marry her." He giggled slightly. "Well I do think breaking her out of jail qualifies me for the position," Demetrius said in a passably pompous voice. Then he laughed again and took another swallow. "I would like that. A lot." Groaning, he closed his eyes. "I'm going to have a wicked headache tomorrow, aren't I?" "Obviously," Severus agreed quickly. "If Mr Lestrange doesn't think you're the best man for her husband after you break her out of jail, then-" Severus stopped. He wasn't certain what then. "Then I think you should hex him." He finished, thinking that obviously that was the only reasonable solution to such a problem. "And claim Bina anyway - with a kiss," he nodded, raising his glass. "To rescuing Bina then," he said, taking another sip, and wondering how much he could tolerably stomach without, well, losing his stomach. "Nah," he said dismissively. "I'm the best brewer of Hangover Potions in the county: Possibly the country: Probably the world. "That's a horrible idea, Severus," Demetrius said sleepily. "Mr. Lestrange is huge... Kissing is sort of disgusting anyway, if you think about it," he added nonsensically. Yawning, he peered over at Severus. "An idea like that again and I'd think you'd gone Gryffindor on me." He yawned again, feeling much more tired than he had earlier, and he knew he'd quite like to fall asleep soon... "Hey," Severus leaned over on the chair, it looked like Demetrius was about to fall asleep. "I like kissing," he said simply, far more bluntly and openly than he would have probably done without the however many glasses of alcohol he'd had at this point in time, but it was the truth and he wasn't quite willing to ignore it. "Particularly when the girl is pretty," he closed his eyes, and thought of Lily. They'd never kissed; they'd never had that opportunity, and as much as he wished they would it wasn't going to happen. Where had he gone wrong, he wondered briefly and a trifle disconnectedly. "Maybe I should have been a Gryffindor," Severus murmured softly, although he was pretty certain he wasn't a Gryffindor - unless he was a Gryffindor like Abe was a Gryffindor: Wiley, crafty, and definitely ballsy. Yeah, he could handle being that kind of a Gryffindor. "What'd'ya do with Thea?" He asked, staring at the now half-empty (or maybe half-full) glass. He really didn't want any more. He wanted... Lils. "Pretty girls are fun to look at...but you know you can't touch them...they'll break. That's what's wrong with most of the society women...you know. Too fragile. I don't think about kissing them," he rambled tiredly. "Thea's overthar..." Finally, his eyes shut. "I'm going to go to sleep soon..." he mumbled. "Who said society?" Severus said, this time Agnes popping into his mind. He really really wished he hadn't utterly made a mess of that. He wished he could invite her over sometimes; and definitely missed her actually allowing him to touch her; to be touched by her. Thea was over there, crouching under the book shelves gazing at both Demetrius and Severus with intent blue eyes, and Severus raised his glass lightly to her, before downing the rest and wishing briefly that he had not allowed Demetrius the entire sofa. "Arse," he muttered, but he was too tired to get around to moving even though he figured he should get a hangover potion, and probably not let Dem sleep too long without making him take one. His journal was close at hand though, so he reached for it. He'd write something to Lily maybe. "I said socie..." he muttered, practically unintelligible. Demetrius snored vaguely, falling asleep finally. It had admittedly, been a long day, but he had other birthdays that would definitely be better. |