|in_the_grass (in_the_grass) wrote in wished,|
@ 2009-12-13 19:18:00
|Entry tags:||!1997: 12, !complete, rodolphus lestrange, severus snape|
Who: Severus Snape and Rodolphus Lestrange
Where: Grimmauld Place
Snape was finding it more difficult than he had expected to remove himself completely from the academic calendar. There was no reason that he should have been in a particularly good mood, this evening - tomorrow was to be a day like any other, as far as he was concerned. But the mere thought of the fast-approaching holidays was still enough, apparently, to put him in mind of empty halls, a silent library, grounds devoid of students, and pervasive peace and quiet. He was celebrating the occasion by reading in the parlor, rather than (as was his habit) shut up in the bedroom he'd taken for his own. The books kept his mind from wandering back to things he could do nothing about - it was one of those rare occasions on which he thought he might almost be able to tolerate adult company, even if he didn't feel inclined to seek it out actively.