| lupercus @ 2003-08-25 09:07:00 |
| Current mood: |  listless |
| Current music: | much grousing and grumble |
A Separate Peace
For future reference, never accept anything to drink from Severus Snape if you can help it. Even something as innocuous as tea. He knows that Dreamless Sleep potions make me groggy the next day, damn it.
He has gone off somewhere for the day, probably to Slug & Jiggers while he is in London to restock his stores for the new term, and so I am taking a moment to pop on here. I've been out already this morning, to the corner shop for cigarettes and more tea, and on the way back I found myself standing outside of a small Muggle church that I'd not noticed before. It's just a ways down the road from here, very small and quite old. I've not been inside of a church since my grandmother's funeral, and before that to Mass every Sunday with her when I was small. She was vaguely churchgoing and I've no idea where she picked up on the habit, though for her I don't think it was habit at all; she took it very seriously. She was a happy woman though, so I suppose she found it helpful.
Anyway, I decided to go inside and I had a sit in the pews and listened to how quiet it was. I didn't have any great epiphanies nor grand revelations, but it was nice. Peaceful, I guess. There's been so little of that recently that I expect you just have find it wherever you can and take advantage of it, whether it's in a church or a dungeon or on the back of a flying motorbike, or in an open field under a full moon, or perhaps on your own where no one can find you.
Harry, if you can read this, I just hope that you're happy and safe wherever you've got to. I hope that you know how sorry I am, for everything. And I hope that you will see fit to come back soon. If not however I understand, and I will hopefully see you at school.
And that I miss you. I hope you know that, too.
Bugger, Severus is back and looks distinctly put out. Am likely doomed. Got to go.
Comments:
| onourbrooms @ 2003-08-25 02:58 pm UTC |
Regarding statement the first: even I could have told you never ever accept any drink from Sev. His idea of a Splintered Wand requires a cast-iron stomach to stomach.
Regarding statement the last: Sibyll predicts utter doom for Sevvie anyway, so I wouldn't be too bothered. Even if you have a temporary fate most uncomfortable, worse is coming to him. The Fates deem it so, you know.
| sibyllsays @ 2003-08-25 04:32 pm UTC |
I dare say far worse is coming to him!!! The cards never lie!!
(parent)| potions_master @ 2003-08-26 01:04 pm UTC |
No one asked for your opinion.
Shouldn't you be at the bottom of a bottle somewhere?
S.S.