secrativesev (secrativesev) wrote in crescendorpg, @ 2011-12-03 02:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !in-progress, 12 1981, marlene mckinnon, place: charring cross, place: residence, severus snape |
RP: Severus Comes Home.
Characters: Marlene and Severus
Date: Friday, December 3rd, 1981
Where: Their townhouse.
Summary: Severus finally comes home- and he brings a peace offering.
Completion: Is it in-progress.
Bloody coward, Severus thought to himself. He was sitting on the curb right around the corner from he and Marlene’s townhouse, head pressed to his knees. Really, he was being a wanker. He was a Death Eater for Merlin’s sake. He flat out lied to the Dark Lord’s face on a regular bloody basis, was an Order member and faced countless beatings as a child- yet, he couldn’t muster up the courage to walk into his own home and face his girlfriend?
His pregnant girlfriend.
His very pregnant, hormonal and severely irrational emotional girlfriend.
Yeah, Severus lifted his head and looked around, this curb was looking better by the second.
He missed Marlene- and he couldn’t stand being in their flat without her when she had gone, so he had moved into the suit offered to all professors at Hogwarts. But Marlene had been back for a month and half, and Severus had just packed up his trunk this morning. And he knew Marlene knew this.
He loved her dearly, he truly did, and he was so excited for their child to come into this world, but he did not love getting things chucked at his head because being pregnant meant she couldn’t see her toes anymore. He refused to take the blame for that one. If it were anyone’s fault- which it weren’t- he would have to place the blame on little Leonora’s shoulders. After all, she was the one growing faster than he could grade papers.
But, Severus wasn’t coming home empty handed. He had gone to Muggle London, and into Marlene’s favorite Chinese take-out place and ordered all of her favorite things before even thinking about coming home. Hopefully it would soften the blow of his tremendously overdue arrival.
Sighing, he forced himself to stand up. Wiping off the back of his coat and bending down to pick up the bag of food off of the curb, he slowly but surely marched his way around the block and up the stairs to his home. He pulled his wand out and tapped it on the door, undoing the wards and unlocking the lock.
Stepping inside, he couldn’t help the upturn of his lips as he entered the familiar setting. It was good to be home.