Severus Snape (delicate_power) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-08-06 22:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jaime davies, severus snape |
WHO: Severus and OPEN (or narrative) Jaime
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: The medical center
WHAT: An NPC guest has a boo-boo, and he gets fangirled.
RATING: Probably low A bit of innuendo and language.
STATUS: Complete
The morning had been relatively uneventful. Just a search on this 'internet' Mr. Petersen had told him about to try and locate a copy of Moste Potente Potions to help him brew the recipes that he could not reproduce from memory. Unfortunately, apart from one result for a band with that name, all he could find were references to the series of books by Ms. Rowling, which really didn't help him at all. None contained an actual method to acquire a copy of Moste Potente Potions.
On the other hand, a few 'links' (apparently that was what they were called) did rather confirm Potter's story that he hadn't stolen the boomslang skin from Severus's private stores. Evidently Miss Granger had. So technically, Potter had been telling the truth, even if he still had been guilty of throwing the firecracker into Goyle's cauldron as a diversion. Which still didn't let him off the hook entirely. Nor did it solve Severu's problem of still needing Moste Potente Potions to continue with his work. But that would have to wait for later.
He heard a pitiful whinge coming from outside his office and immediately abandoned his computer. One of the Oompa Loompas led in a guest, presumably -- a brunette woman of about 30 who had a large gash on her forearm, which was dripping large drops of blood onto the otherwise immaculate tile. Severus immediately grabbed both a sterile pad, to both mop up the blood and apply some purple antiseptic potion. The Oompa Loompa directed the lady to take a seat on an examination table, and as Severus approached with both items, he said, "This will sting a bit," without preamble.
She sucked in a breath with a hiss as he applied the antiseptic and bit her lip, but her eyes widened a second later, as Severus pulled his wand. Only one pass of his Sectumsempra countercurse, and the wound knitted, leaving her arm looking as if it had never been cut at all. Well, apart from the blood, that was. In fact, she likely wouldn't even need any dittany. The cut hadn't been deep enough to scar. "There we are," he told her, with a nod. "Good as new." Then he went to dispose of the pad and set down the potion, returning with a clean pad that he wet to clean up her arm.
When he turned 'round this time, she cast a glance at his name tag and her eyes widened. Instead of commenting on the strangeness of his given name, as most Muggles did, however, she appeared to have heard of him. "Severus Snape!" she gasped, and then gaped unattractively for several long seconds. "I expected to see Greg House or Dr. Watson, but you're so much better!"
Severus gave a slow nod, not entirely sure what she was talking about. He hadn't the first clue who this House bloke was, or why she thought she might meet Dr. Watson here. Granted, that lent credence to what Miss Weasley had told Lily about them all being figments of someone's imagination, because Dr. Watson certainly was a creation of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's, but ... he still didn't want to believe that. He didn't feel like a fictional character, after all.
"I'm a big fan!" she breathed, excitement written all over her face.
Eyes widening ever so slightly, Severus nodded again, just as slowly, not quite knowing how to respond to that. Say that was nice? Ask her why? Tell her she was mad?
"What do you think of Hermione Granger?" she asked then -- suddenly, and just as excitedly.
Severus frowned. "A relatively promising student, though she wasted far too much of her energy carrying her friends." Helping them cheat, to be more precise. Not to mention stealing his ingredients to produce illicit mixtures, and breaking numerous other rules.
"Is that all?" she asked then, sounding somewhat disappointed, for some reason. "I'm a shipper from way back. I was on the When I Kissed The Teacher mailing list and everything."
Now Severus blinked. When I kissed the teacher? Was she implying there was something between him and Miss Granger? What a disturbing thought. "A shipper?" he asked quietly, barely moving his lips, though he wasn't entirely sure he wanted clarification on that point, now he'd asked.
"A shipper," she repeated, waving a hand, as if the repetition and the gesture might help to elucidate the term. "You know, a relationship. I shipped Hermione Granger and Severus Snape."
'Shipped us where, exactly?' Severus was almost tempted to ask, but he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer to that, either. He simply raised an eyebrow instead, which caused her to shiver all over. Rather obviously. That was ... also quite disturbing.
"You aren't nearly as ugly as Harry always made you out to be," she added then, and Severus stared at her. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? Thank you? But before he could formulate anything resembling a coherent reply, she smiled, giving him ... well, what he hoped wasn't supposed to be a sultry look, though he suspected that was precisely what she meant by it.
And then he remembered someone's conversation on the network about sleeping with guests, and that it was allowed, but he certainly hoped that it wasn't encouraged.
"Can I touch your wand?" she asked, in a breathless whisper, half reaching for the thing, where he still held it aloft.
"What? No!" he answered, a little more loudly than he'd intended, drawing his wand back before she could get any ideas. Though he also suspected the wooden one wasn't all she'd meant, either.
She smiled again, as if she'd almost anticipated such a reaction. And her smile only widened at what he said next.
"Unless you have other injuries that need my attention, madam, I suggest that you go now." Because he'd gone and raised his eyebrow again. Damn. He needed to watch that, from now on. Because, well...
"That's so adorable!" she gushed. "Just the way I always imagined it."
Oh, good Lord, Severus thought, rolling his eyes. And then he wished he'd asked if it was allowed to use magic on the guests, because he wasn't certain he couldn't shake this particular guest loose without it. A Muggle Repelling Charm probably wasn't the best idea, since other Muggles might need the infirmary, and he couldn't be certain it wouldn't affect the Oompa Loompas, as well. Perhaps a Confundus Charm, to make her think he wasn't remotely attractive? Or a Forgetfulness Potion, so that she wouldn't remember being a fan? She had no need for a Babbling Beverage, that much was certain.
"If you will excuse me, madam," he told her, with a mocking smile and an ironic little half bow, "I have work to do." And with that he turned, headed for his office, not bothering to watch her reaction this time. Judging from the sound of it, however, she had practically swooned.