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locke cole (lockecole) wrote in silverage,

There were so many ways in which he and Severus were different, and if they wanted to, Locke was almost sure they could spend the entire night arguing about their views or their thoughts or their opinions.

So he decided to keep his words to himself and just stare back at the brunet when he stepped closer. One thing was for sure: he didn't like this man. There was something in the way he talked about his magical prowess that stirred unease and perhaps, even bad memories within him.

And just when he thought he had long left the complicated politics of magic. He definitely didn't miss it.

"Good night," he called back as he moved himself closer to the back of a chair and rested the small of his back there as he watched the younger man leave. Later, he climbed to sit on it with his feet flat on the seat behind it.

He would wait to leave until he was sure he would not see him, again.