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in_the_grass (in_the_grass) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-09-03 18:49:00

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!2003: 09, !complete, quentin trimble, severus snape

Who: Snape & Trimble
What: A portrait visit.
Where: Headmaster's office, Hogwarts.
When: Eight o'clock tonight
Warnings/Rating: None/Low

It had been a rather pretentious request in the first place, Severus thought, to ask for time in the Headmaster's personal office to catch up with some famous relative that Trimble younger had (judging by the death date on his great-grandfather's frame) likely never met. It was nothing he felt obligated to respect, not at all; but one didn't like to slight portraits, who had the ability to make one's working space highly unpleasant. If Trimble was going to insist upon intentionally disrespecting him, however, it would become a necessary risk. Considering that they had hardly met at all since the man had been a passably above-mediocre N.E.W.T. student, and not a particularly pleasant one at that, Severus thought it took quite a bit of nerve to go about acting like he ought to be able to speak to everyone just as he wished.

Trimble elder was one of the few portraits he actually enjoyed speaking with, unfortunately. One of the scarce benefits Severus had realized from being a spy was that everyone was now perfectly aware he that had been a Death Eater for the better part of twenty years, and as such it was more or less expected that he should have a deep interest in the Dark Arts. His extensive library on the subject mingled freely with the other books that took up the vast majority of available wall space in his office, respectable and sinister alike, and Headmaster Trimble's opinions were frequently more reasonable than those of, say, Albus.

But that didn't mean he had to like his progeny, did it.

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notyourdada
2010-09-04 02:31 am UTC (link)

Quentin thought that Snape could be rather more amiable and amusing if he took hold of that broomstick that was wedged far up his arse and removed it. However that didn't seem likely to happen anytime in the near future and so he figured he would just deal with the man. But not without his usual joking and humour and even flirtation if the mood struck him. Some things just weren't going to change.

He did honestly wish to see his grat-grandfather's portrait though. The elder Quentin Trimble had died the year before his birth - devoured by a Lethifold, much unfortunately, while enjoying a retirement vacation with Quentin's grandmother. He had seen many photgraphs, heard many stories, but speaking with the portrait would be altogether different.

He arrived at the Headmaster's office at eight, sharp, and murmured the password Snape had given him before passing through the doors and stepping inside. His gaze soon enough landed on Snape, himself, and he nodded his head.

"Headmaster," he said, playing polite... for now.

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in_the_grass
2010-09-05 04:12 pm UTC (link)

"Professor," Severus replied, glancing briefly up from his reading. Apparently Trimble had decided to remember his manners, and so long as it continued he really had no desire to make much of a point of it. "Your classes are proceeding smoothly, I hope." The way he had lowered his face immediately into his book relayed, he hoped, how little he was interested in the answer. It really was too early to tell - and he suspected Trimble probably had a tendency to boast, and didn't want to sit through anything of the sort. The man reminded him strongly of a couple of people he had once disliked intensely. His expectations outside of the academic sphere were quite low. "I'm sure your great-grandfather is eager to speak with you."

	notyourdada 2010-09-06 09:34 pm UTC (link)
	"Good evening," was the reply that came, accompanied by a nod of his head. And then Quentin was slipping through the door and heading down the stairs so he could return to Ravenclaw Tower. (Reply to this) (Parent)