Theo Nott (walkalonelyroad) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-14 10:40:00 |
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Current mood: | curious |
Current music: | Precious Things // Tori Amos |
Entry tags: | backstory, severus snape, theodore nott |
Letters: Snape and Theo
Who: Theo Nott and Severus Snape
What: Letters
When: Beginning in 2006, continuing to present
day
Where: England
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, in progress
September 1, 2006
London
Professor,
I don't know if I should call you that any more, if you appreciate the title or regret the loss of the institution - and the way of life - that gave you it.
Regardless, I have no other title for you; you were my professor and my head of house, and you will always be so. So I shall call you that, out of respect if nothing else.
I am writing to you for no purpose, or perhaps for one I would prefer not to think about, but I must. I returned to England recently, and was forced to confront something I did not want to: I do not know that I can live as a wizard here. Not when I looked at the entrance to Knockturn and turned away because the memories were so strong that I could not stand. Not when I thought of what I might find in Diagon. Not when I remembered what I fought for and against and when the memories were so strong that they were debilitating.
Do you find it so, or have you made peace with what happened? I do not ask to offend, though I suspect that I probably did; it is an impossible question, but it is one that I am curious to know the answer to. It might tell me what to expect, though I know that all people are different, and concomitantly, so are their experiences.
Yours,
Theo Nott
Theo kept the letter by him for several days as he thought about what had happened at the entrance to the Alley, but finally, he sealed it and, with a half-amused half-resigned look on his face, posted it to Snape, confident that, though he did not know where the other man was, or even if he was alive, Circe would find him if anyone could.
At least, he thought, as the beating of her wings filled the tiny room, she hadn't stayed on her perch and stared at him, as owls did when they were asked to send letters to the dead.
And that was, perhaps, a small part of the hope he'd asked Snape for.