Severus Snape (bitterman) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-07-27 07:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, lily evans, severus snape |
Who: Lily Potter and tiny ickle Severus Snape
When: July 26, after this
Where: Severus' apartment
What: Severus is small and from the 70s. He doesn't know what computers and cell phones are.
Rating: PG probably
Severus had not woken up in his own bed. He knew this because his bed was a single bed, covered with cheap thin sheets and equally cheap scratchy blankets and it was located in the dim, small room on the top floor of the house he lived in on Spinner's End with his mother and father. His bed was not large, was not comfortable, did not have soft sheets and a duvet and was not located in a luxurious, well-appointed apartment in a city he didn't recognise where there was a distinct lack of his mother and father. He was trying to feel upset about that last bit but frankly he was failing miserably. He might be nervous and wary and perhaps a tiny bit scared about finding himself in a strange... yet weirdly familiar... place and he couldn't help but be, well, relieved at the lack of his parents and the associated arguments and verbal abuse that came with them. Or Tobias anyway. Severus was firmly convinced that if his father was to drop dead of a heart attack tomorrow, he and his mother would be able to manage quite happily, thank you very much. After all, he and his mother were alike. They were magical and his father was, most emphatically, not. Wherever he was clearly belonged to a wizard since he'd found a wand tucked under one of the pillows. He might have added 'or witch' but there really weren't any signs of a woman being here that he could see. When he'd stumbled out of the bedroom, wrapped in a dressing gown that was far too big on him because he couldn't find any clothes at all that might fit him (which was very odd indeed), he'd found cauldrons and all sorts of other thing that he might have found in the little workroom his mother had in the basement of their home. That was where she taught him magic. Well, the theory anyway. He wasn't allowed to use magic properly until he got to Hogwarts this September. He couldn't wait. The cauldrons had made him feel a tiny bit more comfortable. At least there was a wizard here who would understand his questions... whenever that wizard ever got back. However there were a lot of other strange things in the apartment as well and he couldn't work out what some of them were for. The ice box in the kitchen he understood. They had one of those at home because his father wanted it, even if it didn't work very well if Mum was using magic in the kitchen. That always made Dad angry but then what didn't make Dad angry? He walked over to the windows, kicking the bottom of the dressing gown out of his way with annoyance. He didn't recognise the city though some of the buildings matched descriptions he'd read of New York. That was impossible though. He couldn't be in New York. Could he? He wrapped his hand around the wand he'd found earlier and found some comfort in that. He hadn't wanted to leave it in the bedroom and it felt strangely right in his hand. He hadn't tried any magic with it though he wondered whether he ought to. The Ministry would notice and maybe then someone could tell him what was going on. |