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S.S. (sollicitussnape) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-06-20 00:41:00

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albus dumbledore, severus snape

Who: Snape + Dumbledore.
When: 11pm.
Where: Spinner's End.
What: TBA.

The day's heat had not dissipated even after the sun had set, but Snape, as usual, was robed in his heavy black cloak. The world beyond his windows was obscured by a thin layer of condensation- a testament to his general incompetence when it came to temperature altering charms. Any attempt he made to heat a space with a charm usually resulted in singed eyebrows for all parties involved, while his cooling charms had the potential to wilt any frost-sensitive plants in the immediate vicinity.
He leaned back in his chair, lifted a stray book from the table in front of him, gave the pages a noncommittal turn, and finally tossed the book across the room. A stream of vapor escaped his lips-a visible sigh. He placed his boots on top of the table and leaned farther back in his chair until it was balanced on two legs. A half empty bottle of firewhiskey gleamed at him from across the room. He couldn't remember when he'd put it there or how long it had been there for, but was that really any reason to neglect it? After all, the evening wasn't occupied by any other obligations...
The partronus burst into the room just as Snape shifted his weight towards the bottle, startling him just enough to send him crashing to the floor. The partronus waited with an air of infuriating patience while Snape untangled himself from his robes.
"Well?" He snapped at the phoenix, apparently hoping his shortness would be a sufficient stand-in for his momentarily misplaced dignity, "What is it... Sir?"

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wzrding_legends
2008-07-26 12:37 pm UTC (link)

"Yes." Dumbledore hummed lowly, steepling his long fingers in front of his face before looking up.

Well aware of the thoughts of failure running through the younger man's head, Dumbledore wasn't sure whether to feel sorry for the potions master, or pleased: Perhaps this show of incompetence would remind the man who was capable of orchestrating great plans and who wasn't. "Now, Severus. You know that Rodolphus is not Tom Riddle, and Tom's favor to you most likely shall not pass on to Rodolphus. I believe you will most likely have to work to receive his trust. Afterall, Rodolphus belonged to an elite clique with Lucius and Rabastan, and trusted no others."

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sollicitussnape
2008-07-27 09:20 pm UTC (link)

"I think that trust is too strong a word for the regard Rodolphus held for those two."
He felt another surge of hatred towards Dumbledore, but this time his resentment was less focused towards the man in front of him. It was aimed more towards Rodolphus, for disregarding Snape's former Deatheater status, towards Lucius, Snape's superior once more even after death, towards himself, for relying entirely on an authority that now meant nothing, an authority that Dumbledore had dismissed as easily as Rodolphus had.
"But I understand your concern, all the same. The biggest difference between Rodolphus and the Dark Lord isn't a matter of power; it's a matter of motivation. We knew the Dark Lord's motivations; his desire for power was only paralleled by his fear of death. But Rodolphus is different. I've never seen him act out of pure fear- only a sort of-" Snape paused for a moment, as if searching for a word strong enough to describe the mad gleam he had seen in Rodolphus's eyes while he tortured his victims. "ravenousness."

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wzrding_legends
2008-07-27 09:31 pm UTC (link)

"Yes." Dumbledore hummed , idly petting Fawkes as the Phoenix curled into his lap. "That is cause for concern mainly on the actions he will follow through on, but then it is also good for us because it means his plans will not be excuted with the meticulousness of one who fears for his being."

Dumbledore saw parallels between Rodolphus and Grindelwald. Not exactly the same in personality, but both no where near the cold desperate insanity of Voldemort.

"So, make contact and let me know as soon as you hear anything." He ordered, and then, before Snape could leave, pushed the candy bowl forward, "Take a lemon drop to tide you on your travel home."

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sollicitussnape
2008-07-27 09:55 pm UTC (link)

"Perhaps. But we could also be dealing with the plans of one who has no fear for his being. And that, I'm sure you've found, is infinitely more dangerous."
Snape turned to leave, but as the bowl scraped across the desk behind him he stopped in mid-step, the movement oddly twitchy. He kept his back to Dumbledore just long enough to allow a sigh of frustration to escape from behind his clenched teeth.
"You know I hate those things." But he snatched one out of the bowl anyway.
He reached into his pocket and after a moment's hesitation withdrew a small pouch of what appeared to be reddish candies . He tossed the bag onto the desk in front of Dumbledore.
"For the bird." He said stiffly, nodding towards Fawkes.
With that, he walked out of the office, snapping the door shut behind him.

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