RP: Damn! Characters: Scully, Severus, and a Dementor Time/Date: Sept. 20, just after dark Location: Outside the hotel Warnings/Rating: Probably low Summary: Yep, that was a Dementor Status: Player drop
Though they had amassed numerous chocolate bars beforehand, Severus didn't particular care for them. He preferred his chocolate in the form of ice cream. Or brownies. He was quite fond of brownies. So, after supper Monday, he decided to go to the petrol station and see what flavors with chocolate they might have this week, or what he could find in the way of brownies.
Even if they might expect Dementors to descend upon them at any moment, he wasn't especially worried. He had his Patronus, as a last resort, but he was also armed with Occlumency. If he consciously repressed his happier memories, any Dementors in the area would not consider him an especially appetizing snack. They much preferred people walking about with great smiles on their faces (not that Dementors could see them, but they could sense them), and whistling a happy tune. That ... certainly wasn't him, so he wasn't worried at all.
Then again, perhaps it was him, after all. At least a little.
As he drew closer to the hotel, he spotted someone just stepping outside. Someone whom he always smiled upon seeing, these days. Naturally, a smile broke out across his face, and his pace automatically quickened as he approached her, intent on saying hello. No sooner had he closed the distance enough that he wouldn't have to yell his greeting, however, than the lights in the lobby flickered and died. Then the air suddenly turned cold, and he heard a rattling inhalation, somewhere off to his right.