Severus Snape (tobottlefame) wrote in resistrpg, @ 2011-01-29 18:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, !january 1980, character: emmeline vance, type: thread |
WHO: Severus, Lily & Emmeline.
WHAT: Checking up.
WHERE: An apothecary in Knockturn Alley.
WHEN: This afternoon.
RATING: TBA/Probably low.
STATUS: Incomplete
It was hard to say exactly how everything had gone back to normal, more or less, when not much had really changed - nothing, at least, in the concrete realm of his life that involved getting up and dragging himself to work and getting paid and going home. The last time Severus' routine had changed in any appreciable way had been the day he committed his first murder, and since then the observable consequences had been ... nonexistent, actually. A slight twinge of something like concern when he'd read about it in the Prophet, a little extra smugness in his voice when speaking to his colleagues, and a moderate nausea when he wasn't able to stop his mind from wandering to what would happen if Lily should ever find out - that was all. He thought of Potter almost not at all, which was perhaps the most surprising part of it.
It was disappointing, in a way. He would have liked to have been able to descend into private gloating to liven his day, now that he was stuck once again behind the counter at the apothecary, alone in the shop and fending off boredom only by seeing how many Areca nuts he could shell in thirty seconds. His mind was about as far from his mask and Mark as it ever got; the nasty little sneer on his face was reserved solely for the shells that splintered and dug into his nails (and for the idiot supervisor who insisted that using magic to do it would crush too many of the things to be worth it). Soon he was off in his own little world, dropping nuts in a bucket, indulging in a few brief fantasies involving stuffing the damn things down his boss's throat, and hoping that no one came in. Without customers, his job was occasionally tolerable. With them, however, it was invariably slow torment. If he could get through another hour or so without anyone pushing through the door, he'd be able to count the day as something more than a total loss.