Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Hey, Todd, howzit going?"

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly
Severus Snape ([info]the_hbp) wrote in [info]solitarycomm,
@ 2013-03-27 22:57:00
Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
WHO: Sam Winchester and Severus Snape
WHEN: Wednesday evening
WHERE: Middle of the park
WHAT: Lesson number two - Wells survived it, so surely Winchester can.
WARNINGS: Memories of hell and soulless Sammy?

Central Park. Greywacke Arch. You have 30 minutes or I assume this agreement has ended.

While Severus was aware of the fact that he'd not yet received an actual confirmation from Winchester, he was assuming the apparent lack of communication on Winchester's part was akin to the second lesson being imminent. The message he sent was short and concise, having learned to utilize this 'texting' all muggles seemed to hold dear...though it was beyond him as to why one would even waste their time, seeing as a telephone had a very distinct intended use...Severus simply rationalised that he was speaking to a muggle in his native language.

With very little to gather in the way of potions supplies, Severus simply leaned against the wall of the arch and waited, arms crossed over his chest. There was enough darkness to function as cover should something unsavoury manage to find them and for that reason, he chose not to light the tip of his wand. Even if something did manage to, he wasn't terribly concerned. He'd managed to move throughout the city undetected through times of invading cults and zombies and computer programs. There was very little Severus wasn't used to seeing and in turn, being unseen by. If he could manage to conceal Wells' childish whimpering, he could more than account for Winchester's various druthers.

...Yet if one's druthers were associated with Hell, that was all the more reason to not show Winchester any conceivable mercy. There was much to defend one's mind from and though Severus expected to come away with a fraction of the blinding headache Winchester was no doubt living with, he was determined to at least serve his purpose in assisting those who'd proven time and again they were capable of surviving whatever fresh hell was unleashed upon them. It was potentially selfish, but Severus had been labeled far worse in the past. And though he wouldn't have gone so far as to say he liked or cared for Winchester, he certainly respected him. After all, intellect of an individual was something that was so rarely found.


(Read comments)

Post a comment in response:

From:
( )Anonymous- this asylum only allows commenting by members. You may comment here if you are a member of solitarycomm.
( )OpenID
(will be screened if not a friend)
Username:
Password:
Don't have an account? Create one now.
Subject:
No HTML allowed in subject
  
Message:
 

Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs