Severus Snape (ruse_de_guerre) wrote in walkingghosts, @ 2010-03-18 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | character; severus snape, player; kat, status; complete |
Who: Severus Snape
What: The warding and cleaning is done, now there is time for contemplation of the impossible.
When: 17 March 2008, late evening
Where: Spinner's End
Rating/Status: PG/Complete
Severus let himself gracefully collapse into his tattered but extremely comfortable armchair in the living room of his home in Spinner's End, pleased that for the first time since he arrived back here that the action didn't result in a cloud of choking dust rising from the furniture. The place was finally inhabitable... or as inhabitable as it had ever been... and warded once again. The wards had been the first thing to go up, built on what little had survived his death and the subsequent years and this time warded to keep out anyone bearing the Dark Mark except for him. Actually right now, he was the only person who would be able to breach the wards and he saw no particular reason to change that.
The place had been a mess when he'd apparated here after he'd managed to give Minerva and the rest the slip the night of his return from the dead. He'd thrown himself into the work needed to restore the place rather than reflect on what Minerva had revealed that night. Merlin knows the place had needed it. The trunks containing his belongings had been surprisingly untouched though there were signs people had attempted to break the trunks open. Minerva's work had held them off though. The bookshelves had had paint of some description sprayed on them and there were signs someone had attempted to tamper with the books and had been bitten for their troubles.
Now that had amused him no end. He wondered how the miscreant had explained that to his or her friends without sounding like an idiot. Likely though they had not said a word. 'I was bitten by a book' would only get them treated like a lunatic and ostracised, not believed. Not here in the midst of so many Muggles.
His workroom here had been untouched as the various intruders had not been able to open the hidden doors, though many of the ingredients he had stored here were beyond saving. The preservation charms on that cupboard had failed at some point. The reek when he'd opened the door had been ghastly. Some were still good if weak and he had enough to be able to do some brewing and thus make a little money to purchase more ingredients. Of course he could harvest many on his own and he would indeed do that but some would inevitably need to be purchased.
Thankfully the preservation charms on his potions cabinet had persisted past his death by some small miracle. Why those ones survived and the others failed was beyond him. Posisbly because there had been other wards layered on the potion cupboard that hadn't been on the ingredient cupboard.
Unfortunately he kept few potions here during term time. A few healing potions, a headache potion or two, a hangover potion, some bruise salve but he had found one small vial of Polyjuice here. Worth no more than an hour of disguise but that would be enough. He would make it enough. Enough to get into Knockturn and pawn a few objects, buy what he could and establish the barest beginnings of a persona that he could use to sell potions to the apothecaries in Knockturn initially. Later on he could gather private clients.
He knew these thoughts betrayed the fact that he was planning a life that did not involve the Order and he had yet to really decide how he felt about that. He knew relief was a part of it. He was no longer a spy according to Minerva. Potter had blurted out the truth of his loyalties to all and sundry. A shame really. He could have made some interesting inroads using his abrupt return from the dead. But as far as he was concerned he was of little use to the Order and he was certain the Order would not care to have him around. It was a mutually beneficial thing really.
His thoughts finally turned Minerva's greatest revelation - the overwhelming of Potter's mind by the Dark Lord. He snorted derisively. Why was he not surprised? No doubt the fool had gone into the battle without protecting his mind. In his arrogance and idiocy, the fool had underestimated the Dark Lord and now the rest of the wizarding world was paying the price while Potter lived high on the hog, comfortable and pampered.
His thoughts briefly turned to Lily... then just as quickly skittered away. He did not wish to think about her. Thinking about Lily always hurt and never yielded anything good. She had looked beautiful despite her shock and confusion but then she had always been beautiful to him. She had always been the best thing about the wizarding world to him. Not that it had ever mattered.
He scowled and got to his feet, stalking out of the living room and up the stairs. It was late and he had barely slept while he restored his home to something liveable. Now was the time to catch up on his rest then he could investigate that ridiculous journal Minerva had sent him.