Thalassa Tragoudi (profancientrune) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-29 00:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | severus snape, thalassa tragoudi |
WHO: Thalassa and Severus
WHAT: She's coming to the Weir and to see if he's real
WHERE: ...the Weir
WHEN: At dusk
RATING/STATUS: PG-13, In Progress
Navigating the now darkened streets of Los Angeles took a little bit of effort, since Thalassa had spent no time in America before, but she knew her distraction was partly to blame. Ever since Severus had sent her the message, she'd been in a state of numbed shock.
Severus was alive.
Lily and James were one thing; she barely remembered them, as they'd only been aquaintances at the time. Like most of those in the wizarding world, she knew them more as Harry Potter's parents. Except for one important thing...she was always very aware of Severus' feelings for his long-dead companion. Somehow, even though she grieved for him terribly, his death always seemed a bit poetic, like it was what he'd been silently hoping for all that time. Even when they were together, Thalassa knew full well he was never completely with her. Some part of him remained aloof, removed.
And now he was here, and Lily was here. And of course, she herself.
Her boots made small sounds on the pavement as she walked, her wand carefully palmed and ready should any of the threats he warned her against materialize. So far, she'd seen nothing stranger than Muggles and their contraptions. Once or twice her instincts made her glance behind her; each time, something scurried out of sight and left her unmolested. Once she reached this haven he spoke of, she could relax and put her full concentration on solving this dilemma.
Except...if Severus was alive here, would she wish to return back to her time? After all, what awaited her but a drafty castle devoid of those she cared about? It hadn't been the same since the final battle. Teaching was her solace but it had almost become a burden now.
Her heartbeat sped up as she neared the gates of the shadowed building that held the address, even as her feet slowed. She'd allowed the wand to slip fully into her hand, although she kept it at her side. The shadows worked to conceal her in the dense twilight as she lifted her empty hand, putting it against the gate. The metal was cold, and seemed to quiver at her touch.