Who: Teddy Lupin and Severus Snape What: Talking potions. Where: The Apothecary When: Saturday afternoon.
Teddy had been putting this off for a while now, and he knew it. He had very little interest in talking to Snape though it wasn’t because he had an actual dislike for the man, but because he was terrified what other things he might find out, things he had no interest in knowing. Things about his father that he’d much rather pretend didn’t exist than be forced to deal with. He’d been given plenty of opportunity to put off seeing the older man. The first few days after his transformation had been more miserable than normal (though he had, once, transformed with no potion at all and there was nothing as painful as that had been). Then of course, was Bellatrix attack on the town, and the aftermath of that.
But now, on a calm Saturday afternoon, and the other moon slowly drawing closer, Teddy had no reason to put off speaking to the man anymore. Teddy moved towards the apothecary with a frown. He didn’t like going there, it reminded him too much of the wife that left him, about how she’d spend all day tinkering with potions, and come home smelling of the concoctions. About how much her job meant to her, and about how she was no longer there with him. He sighed slightly, as he pushed open the door.
“Mr. Snape, are you in?” He supposed it was likely that the man would have taken Saturday afternoons off, leaving the shop to whatever assistant he’d been assigned, and part of him had hoped that was the case.