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Severus Snape (severelyseverus) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-26 21:04:00

Entry tags:

complete, day seven, faith lehane, severus snape

WHO: Snape and Faith
WHAT: A day at the amusement park
WHEN: Day 7
WHERE: The rides
STATUS: Incomplete
RATING: PG-13?

Snape looked out his window, rolled his eyes at the sight of great, noisy, muggle machineries, and turned back to his workbench. The skele-gro potion he was busy concocting was at a crucial juncture. In a couple of minutes, the two-hour boiling would be done; Snape would have to add just the right amount of powdered lizard bone, then take the cauldron off the heat.

As he watched the potion burble away, he shook his head at the realization that his place was going to be changing its appearance every now and then, just like Mirage had. Why was he surprised? He only hoped more of the settings would be more like the last one and less like this new one. What in Merlin's name had even been going on out there? Over the flashing lights and various whirs and clanks, the dominant sound had been one of people screaming? Surely it was too festive an environment to be a torture zone? Whatever it was, Snape did not intend to find out. He had spent the last few days stocking his pantry well. That lizard bone had not been easy to procure.

As the allotted boiling time came to an end, Snape removed the cauldron from its hook over the fire, and reached for the jar of powdered bone. Only once he had poured the remaining powder into his measuring spoon did he realize that he had used the last of it. The wizard closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had three other batches on the go. He was going to need more bone. Today. He was going to have to go out into that maelstrom of muggle nonsense. This was not turning into a good day.

Grabbing his black cloak, Snape strode angrily from his chambers.

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dark_slayer
2009-04-27 03:07 pm UTC (link)

It didn't seem fair somehow. It had been ages since she'd been to an amusement park, and the last time she'd been, she'd snuck in. Now, here she was, with no need to sneak in, and no one was around to go with. She'd wandered around a bit herself, but hadn't seen anyone that she knew. And, really, amusements parks weren't the sort of thing that were super fun alone.

She'd pretty much decided that the first person that she saw that she knew, even slightly, she would grab and drag out and about with her. But, again, she wasn't having much luck with that. Sure, she saw a few people she knew, but they were all in small groups, usually of two. The last thing she wanted to do was be a third wheel, so she kept wandering, looking around for anyone that she could rope into entertaining her.

She found herself by one of the dorms, and didn't really care which one it was. The important fact, to her, was that someone that she knew was walking out the door. That billowing black cloak was unmistakable. Grinning, her entire attitude picked up. Yes, it was bound to be a challenge to get the grumpy Potions Master to come on rides with her. She liked challenges.

"Hey! Sup, Skeletor?" She called out as she walked over to him, smirking slightly. "Kinda surprised to see you outta your room." Back on Mirage, Snape had spent most of his time in his lab in his room, as far as Faith could tell.

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severelyseverus
2009-04-29 11:04 pm UTC (link)

Snape stopped when Faith called him, and turned to face her. Despite learning the difficult way some months ago that she had absolutely no memory of their relationship as Watcher and Slayer (and even less interest in knowing him), the wizard still recalled vividly the time they had spent as intimates. Though he had been very comfortable in his room on Mirage, it had not compared, somehow, to the vivid intensity of spending time with this muggle woman. She could be frustrating at times--incredibly frustrating, to be honest--but there was definitely something compelling about her.

"Faith. Hello. How remarkable of you to show an interest. I am sorry, but I am afraid I cannot stop and talk at the moment. I am on an urgent errand. As for your bold statement about my habits, let me say only that you cannot have been paying very close attention. I have been out of my room much more frequently here."

With that, the black-clad potioneer paused, then turned on his heel to leave. Part of him very much wanted to stay and find out how far the Slayer was willing to take the conversation she had initiated, but he really did need that potion ingredient. The sooner it was safely in his room the better.