WHO: Severus Snape and Lily Evans WHAT: Meeting. For 'five minutes', according to Lily. WHEN: Right after this. WHERE: A library. RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
Severus had been using magic outside of school for years now, and he didn't hesitate to use some now to find the location that Lily had given him. If the Ministry of Magic existed here (something he was highly beginning to doubt) and they were to contact him because he was once again physically a teenager and prohibited from doing such things, he would be able to use the owl they sent to find a way to leave this place.
Arriving at the large building that sat nestled on the corner of a block, he climbed the stairs leading up to the doors and stepped inside. He had performed a spell to keep himself somewhat dry, allowing at least a bit of the moisture to land on him so he appeared as though he hadn't been in the rain long. He wasn't wearing his robes any longer and had shrunken them and placed them in one of his pockets, but was still wearing silver and green tie and button-up shirt that went under the other garments. He would prefer to have the robes on and didn't like how he felt without them, but he didn't want to stick out anymore than he already did. Not until he had his bearings a bit more, at least.
Stepping inside and looking around, he spotted Lily at one of the computers. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze at he gazed upon the woman that he loved. The woman that he hadn't seen in nearly twenty years. She was just as beautiful as he remembered her. His heart ached, constricting painfully in his chest, and then he was forcing himself to move toward her. Slowly but surely, part of him wondering if she was going to vanish as soon as he drew near, merely some illusion. A trick.
"Lily..." he said when he'd reached the table where she sat. He wanted to touch her but didn't dare. "It's good to see you."
He stood straight, arms folded across his chest. It looked a little strange on his more awkwardly built, teenage body, but he was so accustomed to standing that way as an adult that it was second nature to him, anymore.