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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2018 20:43:30 GMT
Appirated in, Regulus stepped out of his mother's grasp carefully, a glance around despite not being entirely in the alley yet. His mother made no move to stop him, a certain proprietary smile on her face in her glance. She led, as she assumed naturally to his grimace, but he stayed the regulated pace behind her as she passed through the Leaky Cauldron one of her most disliked spaces as she had stated on more occasions then he wanted to admit. They moved swiftly, only hesitating at the brick wall before moving beyond. Today was brief, though necessary trip for things as he was not done growing out of her purchases, but he insisted on some things to be his alone.
As with most young men, being run by his mother in public was embarrassing as he strove to make his own way, anticipating how much better it would be when he was on his own. "Twenty minutes, no more." "I remember, mother." She started into the store and he wasted no time, turning to move swiftly out of the corner shops and down the street; he would NOT be seen in the same store to select this! Could not, why couldn't she understand that he needed his own privacy? Wearing his favorite coat and white shirt, Regulus moved into a much less 'elite' store, preferring to choose for himself.
The men's section was not quite in his size yet though close yet he moved through it, scanning around and seeing mostly witches in the store. Grateful to avoid his parents in this moment, he moved into the underwear section, avoiding the moving images on the fashion stuff with another grimace. "Flying Gryphons? Seriously?" he muttered, wondering if any of his dormmates even had thought about getting slithering snakes over their loins. Embarrassing. Skimming through some hangings, he chose out three sets of boxers (he never bought house colors preferring to be more adult then some), folding them inside his favorites to hide the actual state of the purchase.
Morgana's mustache, his mother still thought she should be purchasing all his clothes! He twitched at the memory of that conversation!
Others followed, purple and black, but more sedated color choices until he had about six. Without looking around he turned towards the undershirts, slowing down slightly without realization, more relaxed now the more personal part was accomplished sans mother. Movement near him had his eyes flicker and he raised an eyebrow. His hands moved to lower the clothing out of easy sight at his side unconsciously, looking around to make sure there were no others in hearing. "Ah, surprise. Not who I would expect to run into here."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 15, 2018 5:01:24 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] @shava [attr="class","aofBody"] After a certain event in his fifth year, Severus had been extremely picky about his undergarments. After all, a large group of his peers saw his underpants and well, given his monetary status, especially at the time, he couldn’t really buy knew underpants. However, since his parents had died and left him money, he was able to spend it how he wanted – though he was being smart about it, setting a budget and everything – he wanted it to last awhile so he could devote himself to the Dark Lord and not have to worry about a job. Luckily all he needed to worry about buying was food and sometimes clothes.
Today, however, the young, still unmarked, man made his way into the clothing shop, and began looking at the different underwear styles. He wanted to make sure if something happened and somehow someone saw his underwear like at Hogwarts all those years ago, he wouldn’t be embarrassed. He picked through the different styles. He much preferred the darker colors – after all, he liked wearing black in just about everything he did. Bright colors just clashed with his overall aesthetic.
After picking out his underwear, he went to look at the shirts a bit away, but it wasn’t long after he began picking through the shirts, he saw someone he didn’t really expect to see around here. Picking out a suitable shirt, he walked up next to Regulus Black, as he picked out his undershirts. He didn’t say anything, as he was sure Regulus would notice it was him, and not someone else – hell he hadn’t been out of Hogwarts that long. He’d be very sad if Regulus forgot who he was. Regardless, Severus smiled just a hair when he spoke.
“Perhaps it may also surprise you that I, too, need clothes from time to time.” It was obviously a joke, especially how he chuckled lightly after he had said it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2018 7:56:52 GMT
Regulus had the main goal, now he needed the secondary. On this things were much easier. Undershirts might not seem a big deal, but under nice shirts they made a big difference to the sharpness of colors. White ones for most uses, but at school he could get away with colors. He selected two white tees (though he didn't really care for things tight around his neck) and chose one black, blue, and purple each. When he wanted to be relaxed it gave him a sense of some control over his life as odd a small detail that might seem. He had little control over so many aspects even a simple color made a lot of difference.
Cost was not something he considered being unconscious to some degree over how much power money had.
It was as he held them (slightly over the underwear as if hiding it) that he spotted one who had already managed to escape the confines of the school. A thin smile held more warmth then one might think. "Oh I know others have to get things, I always forget they might be buying at the same time as myself." he glanced around carefully adding "Warning, I ditched my mother earlier, but she might show up." Everyone deserved a warning about parental units, but his was more...forceful in her opinions with everyone he knew. Unfortunately money could not buy him a say so in some things.
His relationship with Severus was far more then similarly awkward first names, though not obvious to most people. Words had never been a big deal, as if they already knew enough about the other. In some ways that went far deeper then even close friends might have thought. Snape was certainly similarly minded when it came to current politics despite some misgivings Regulus was having at the moment. Looking at him, he made a judgement on how he was holding up with a satisfied nod needing not to ask how he was doing. "Outside agrees with you" not meaning sunshine at all "I feel jealous of your freedom."
Severus had no restrictions of the same import socially as Regulus did and would not be ramrodded into marriage of the right personal type. He was probably not even pressured to early marriage or making an heir with a stranger forced into the same situation. Regulus looked away, annoyed at the way his thoughts led. He should be thinking about what assignments were or how the war progressed, but this was one of his companions if not friends from last year. More so then the normal casual friendships made in those teenage years at least. "Shopping is not what I would rather be doing."
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Dec 17, 2018 18:37:01 GMT
Post by Severus Snape on Dec 17, 2018 18:37:01 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] @shava [attr="class","aofBody"] Oh dear, he ditched his mother. Having heard a great deal many stories about his mother – though not necessarily from Regulus himself, just in general as Walburga Black was known as one of the most famous pure blood elitists (yet still not death eater, surprisingly enough). Severus simply nodded at the warning, keeping it in mind. It wasn’t like his family was considered ‘bad’ though – so if she did find them and start complaining at least he wouldn’t be in trouble for associating with the wrong sort. Of course, he was a half-blood – but his mother was well regarded in the wizarding community having come from a pureblood family. Even if he wasn’t ‘pure’, it was no secret he hated his muggle father with a passion.
Even still he was sure Walburga would find something wrong with him and he’d rather not have to deal with someone getting onto Regulus because of his presence.
“Freedom? Perhaps.” He considered whether or not this could be considered freedom for a moment. Working in order to survive. Working for money, for power. Unable to do anything you wanted unless it earned you some sort of money – which is why he was a bit happy he had a good amount saved up, so he could do what he wanted. But even then, what he wanted was to work under the Dark Lord – was that really freedom?
“I wouldn’t say it agrees with me so much as it tolerates me,” Severus chuckled lowly, looking to Regulus, “It’s a fight for a freedom in reality.” Even if when you thought you were free to do what you wanted, you were still enslaved by something, or by someone. It was curious but at least he was choosing who he’d follow. True freedom was rewarded to those who worked hard for that freedom – and were great in their own right, like the Dark Lord. He had freedom, and Severus oh so wanted a taste of it. Even if he didn’t quite… agree with everything going on.
Unlike Regulus, Severus had his purchases out in the open – making it quite obvious he was buying a few pairs of undergarments as well as a nice black shirt – button up and everything. He didn’t have the luxury to feel these things as personal. That was destroyed by Potter and his stupid little friends. “You’ll find, in time, little things like shopping for clothes are quite a nice little escape from the fight for freedom, the struggle upstream, so to say.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2018 2:47:20 GMT
Unfortunately he could hear the reaction even though no words were said. He resisted a sigh; his mother tended to be that way, rather like an unstoppable force of nature. And since he had seen many reactions cross faces at her mention, he knew most people found her intense. They should try being her son. And in truth, that one particular concept helped him understand his older brother in a way. Striking out at being forced into a role for life... Well, maybe understandable, but not acceptable. Sirius had taken the easy way out and started slumming, skipping the tension and requirements entirely.
'Weak,' his father had said. 'No stomach for real life," his aunt had said.
A corner of Regulus' mouth twitched at these thoughts, fast as they came through. "Hmm. Ditched is not really fair, I made a deal for some temporary privacy. I prefer to have some and she is not light on the reins." He knew little about Serverus's family really just some bare facts. It had never seemed right to ask really, those silences being more important. Snape however seemed uncertain of the comment about freedom. "From my perspective then." Reg was quite familiar with his new responsibilities and the fact there might never be freedom for him was prominent among them.
A look to his friend without words. He had sounded hesitant to agree. What in the outside of school needed such clarification he wondered, not experienced enough in this part to know for sure. "That doesn't sound promising." Nor favorable really. Then again he was getting things differently, favorably from those in control and he shouldn't hold that above others. Being the son of a high-placed family, Regulus was quite aware he got chances others didn't always have a chance at. Unlike his parents, he didn't force that in other people's faces so much because it irked him. Manners were, after all, important.
Very important.
Without lifting them up, he nodded his head towards his current handful adding "That part I get, but for me it's not so much freedom as choices. I have to take them as I can these days." Personal space, he knew, was vastly important to him whereas his family did not see it that way. Regulus wanted that body privacy and kept it as hard as he could, but he was now aware his mind was not entirely a private space either. He felt the arm spot in particular at that thought, knowing that was quite literary true for once.
No, his family did not understand everything he was forced to admit. He suspected sometimes his mother would support anyone who championed her views against the rest of the wizarding world and believed that to be short-sighted. A slight frown creased his young face as he stared seemingly at a very tacky gold and orange shimmering shirt with the words "Griffins do it from behind" when in actuality he didn't see it. Another moment and his eyes focused and he frowned more directly. "Some choices are way easier then others."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 23, 2018 7:27:48 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] To be perfectly honest, Severus didn’t mind having to deal with difficult people – especially when those difficult people in general had similar beliefs to him. However, he didn’t wish those difficult people upon anyone else – unless they were his enemies, and then they deserved to deal with it. He was the type of person who could sit there and just nod along and say whatever was needed to be heard to the point they would believe him, and it wouldn’t phase him one bit. Perhaps that had to do with the compartmentalizing of his emotions which had made him such a good occlumens. Others basically told him he was just bottling his feelings up. As long as he could get through the day, he didn’t care. He didn’t look much too far into the future – after all he never really could when he was growing up.
Unlike a certain black-haired boy, he didn’t have the luxury of being part of a high-born family – if one could call it was ‘luxury’ given all the trouble Regulus went through to please his parents. Even still, if Regulus was on the far end of ‘high end’, Severus had grown up on the far end of the ‘low end’. Sure, his mom was respected as a pureblood, but she married a muggle. And not only that, well, the treatment both had to endure – because his mother refused to report their father and he was taught to shut up – was that of far end family. Never really had money for new robes, or even underwear. He shifted a bit looking at his pickings. It was lucky for him both of them died in a car crash and his father had insurance on his life – as well as some savings that was likely being saved for alcohol.
“I can see how someone would like privacy given how she can be,” Severus pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. He much rather his mother come with him to shop – well when she was alive… if she came now it would be weird lugging a corpse around. Even still, it was as if his parents were the far end of ‘neglect’ and Regulus’s were on the far end of ‘smothering’. Oh, what he would give for someone following him around and picking his underwear out for him. Firstly, he didn’t care about style – and secondly it would show him someone cared for him. But they were quite different, he and Regulus, with much different families and upbringings.
He sighed and then gave Regulus a small grin. “Well, anything tolerating me is a miracle given this world really seems to want to discard me. Too bad I’m a fighter.” Screw the world. Screw this world that rejected him at every turn. Screw the world that hated him and tried to change him into something he wasn’t – he was going to fight that until he could no longer take breath. “I do like that idea. Choices. I think that’s a way to define what most people call freedom. The choice to do what you want within the defined society. To mold society into giving you the role you want.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2018 8:18:56 GMT
Regulus pursed his lips, thinking about his mother. She was very smothering true, but demanding was a better description. Mistakes were punished harshly, not that many outsiders knew. "I guess no one ever truly understands anyone else's situation. Perspectives." A sigh slipped away and he turned to look at Snape. "But I do expect you to let me know if there is anything I can do. Okay?" It wasn't charity, it was concern. And if he couldn't use his own advantages for what he wanted to do, what was the point?
"Good for you. We need all the fighters we can get." Double meaning? Always if possible. But fighting wizard style was very different then 'fighters' he knew. A chuckle at Serverus' words however. "Society and mold in the same breath. I do like you, Serverus, you say so many things that fit the truth. Would that more people saw the rot that is in the world needing to be removed." That about fit the way his family viewed it for sure.
Regulus wouldn't know for sure till he was out in it.
"I'm afraid it will be awhile for me still. Controlling my personal options in something out of sight" he lifted his hand only slightly "is as close as I can control right now. Maybe someday. I think about it a lot." And that was not about the Dark Lord or his assignment, but mostly about his family life.
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 23, 2018 9:06:28 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] @shava [attr="class","aofBody"] Perspectives. Quite. He knew he would never quite understand Regulus’s situation – never perfectly. And that was why he would never say things like he wished he was Regulus or had Walburga as a parent. Because he was pretty sure if he did, he would think just like Regulus did. “Always. And… you do the same. We are… comrades.” Why was he hesitant to say friends? Ah right, Lily. Everything always added up to Lily when it came to things like this. Well Lily or his parents.
“All they would need to see in order to see the rot is to look at my father. Unfortunately for them he’s currently in a grave because of his own idiocy.” He sniffed a bit, quickly shoving back a twinge of regret when it came to his mother. When he was little he always wanted to save his mother from his father, but in a way, her death was an escape. He just wished she could’ve lived to know a life outside of him – of course prior to meeting him she had that… but he never got to see her without him.
He nodded looking towards the things in Regulus’s hands and chuckled a bit. “Obviously you’re holding back - I can’t believe you would pass this shirt up if you weren’t.” He picks up the “Griffins do it from behind”. He snickered and held it up in front of him as if looking to see how it would look on him. “I’m obviously kidding.” He sets it back down folded up neatly. “I know it’s rough for you now… but it will get better. I know it will. And if it doesn’t, just force it to be better.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2018 16:12:29 GMT
Comrades.
Regulus could remember the words origins were particularly Russian in modern society (and he had the impression it had been used a lot more before his time), but he had to admit it fit them at the moment. The many silent nights of companionship had given them their own space others did not prefer. Noise, talking, filling the space were more what their housemates understood. Silence was something that was not sought out much. Although most of his dorm he knew understood stealth at the right times; then they sought it with alacrity! He smirked, thinking of how limited their view of such a moment was and reveled in having found someone who could not just understand it but appreciate it.
Yes, Comrades in secret knowledge fit quite well. Severus was good with word selection.
Eyebrows up, Regulus pondered this tidbit of information, not frequently given. Of course the knowledge Snape was one of the last of his name was not unheard of in the dorm, he was limited to only knowing the young man's parents were gone, whether by death or desertion he knew not which till now. If his father was deceased it did not appear to be an unwelcome thing in his comrades' opinion and Regulus was inquisitive looking with one eyebrow up. He would not have felt the same about his own father despite the man's strict purview of the world.
Orion's value to the world was more as an absorbing force if you will. Not blocking his Mother's temper nor wand, but taking a brunt of it in instead of it landing on Regulus more frequently. Not that his father was hexed more say he took on many of the reasons and did away with them so his Mother didn't feel the need to lash out as often. The lessons his father metted out in a way caused Regulus less attention due to tough work to provide satisfaction from his parents. He appreciated his father greatly, hence his understanding of chosen times for silence.
Serverus had said rot. His father had not been a positive influence then. "I understand that society on a whole has lots of examples so I'm sure they will learn from another quarter. It needs new rules, new guidance to get straightened out though." And the DE were working on that, succeeding in many of their current battles on very different fields. The Dark Lord had chosen his own approach and it certainly seemed to be working at dividing out the useful and the unwilling to see. As Serverus picked at the orange monstrosity, Regulus could not hold back a wince.
"Sometimes I do wonder if that particular house gains numbers so much because of their own desire to advertise themselves in their own house." He imagined a good portion of them were tied up in their own desires for multiplication attempts like some sort of madhouse where all like-thinking inmates were restricted to save other people from them. A lot of time wasted in physical activity he imagined while their minds went circularly downwards. For himself he was heartily glad Snape added that he was kidding. "Thank Merlin..."
Words of kindness however were most welcome and he flashed his comrade a smile of thanks. "I do so hope that is true, though I will leave the force to Mother. It's much more her bailiwick then mine. I prefer a much more subtle approach for the long haul." Indeed. If his Mother taught at school who class would be very muggle-military like he thought, regimented and directed force. The image of her teaching brought a shiver to his frame. "In any case, I need to make some purchase before she crashes this oh-so-exciting party" he motioned around the room "have you found what you need?"
Making his way to the salesgirl he said not a word to her merely just handing her the stack and turning to Severus as he pulled out his money. "Oh I was curious. Did you have a home already or did you get a flat? I never did hear where you had ended up and wondered." Maybe he had inherited something, though most young wizarding folk liked starting out fresh. He himself was looking forward to getting out into another part of Britain entirely if he had a choice. The Channel Islands might not be far enough way in his opinion.
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 27, 2018 5:36:02 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] He could hear his mother’s pleas for mercy – her anguish as his father took his anger out on her, in a drunken rampage. He remembered his father breaking her wand in front of her when he was little. Wanting so badly to hex him, but knowing he wasn’t allowed – that the ministry had found out she had no wand and so the trace would blame him for any magic in the house. He wasn’t allowed to do anything. His mother was powerful, but she couldn’t do much without a wand. He could remember huddling in his closet and crying, while his mother would come to him and hold his hand and hug him. She would tell him it would be alright and for him to leave the house for a bit and his father wouldn’t be so angry at him. He was selfish – he knew she would get hurt in his place, but he left anyways. He was too scared. He just told himself he would save her when he became an adult. But he was too late.
He clenched a fist for a moment just thinking about his father. He swallowed and gave him a small smile before it quickly disappeared. “Mhm. I hope so. I hope we’ll change the world together, comrade.” He grinned and thumbed his nose. He snickered at the wince from Regulus. Boy, Severus hated those lions, those arrogant idiots. He hated them with such a passion – as a general rule. There was a possibility someone was sorted there for an actual good reason – because they were actually brave, and not annoying. But he hadn’t met any Gryffindor he liked.
“Tch. That sorting hat sorts all the idiots there anyways. Not like the other houses would want them anways,” Severus gave him a slight wink and then picked it up, putting it with his purchases. “I plan to burn it.” Severus wasn’t one that was big on physical affection, but he placed a hand on Regulus’s shoulder for a moment and gave him a nod. “I know it to be true.” Quickly he moved away and looked towards the register. “Ah yes, I am ready. I would rather you not be in the middle of paying for your… undergarments and your mother storms in.” He smiled and gave him a quick wink before walking towards the register watching as he sets his clothes down to the saleslady.
“Ah, ha, well… my parents died. There’s no other family I have, so I got everything they owned, including the home I grew up in. I’m staying there so I don’t need to get a job so I can do what I need to do instead of worrying about money.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2018 6:17:05 GMT
Regulus knew how to toe a line; his Mother had been training him in it for years without letting up. Whether on purpose or not he wasn't sure, but he had gotten the lesson well engraved into his brain. "Already have really. Who else could have the world on such an edge of change and transformation? I do believe it's our moment, Serverus." Whether that would be the DE or his age group he didn't add, though his idea of changing the world these days had different thoughts then all those around him.
It didn't have the point, the focus yet. There had to be something particular he could do which would change things for the better in his mind. Thumbed noses did make him wince a bit since they did share having a problem with one house, but Regulus had managed a stiff yet working relationship with those in his classes from other houses more so then Serverus had with the Lions. Not that he blamed in in the least with the few incidents he had been witness of. That particular crowd was a thorn in his friend's side.
"I imagine this next year will be far quieter then the last few," meaning the Marauders being gone naturally. He wasn't going to say the obvious, that they had been turned loose on the world unfortunately. A purse of the lips before he added "They do fit a very similar mold. They still managed to pass with high marks though even thought the common sense ration is very tiny." Regulus smiled at the hand, giving Severus a nod.
Snorting quietly, Regulus started to walk to the counter as well. "No, she'd have a quick comment for sure about most of it good or bad. It's best to stay ahead of that particular situation." As his friend spoke about the house situation he showed relief foremost on his face. "Ah! Brilliant! That is a nice situation to be in after school I would think, not having to worry about job or money. have you give thought to what comes next?"
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 27, 2018 6:48:17 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] Their moment. Something about that made him feel anxious. Was it because of the pressure? Not really. It was more of a question of: was it really their destiny to change it? Would they win? He was powerful – Regulus was powerful, but the death eaters were currently outnumbered, though they were gaining numbers every day. He hoped he had picked the right side – because there was no way in hell he would fight alongside the Marauders.
Chuckling lowly he looked down for a moment, before paying the saleslady and looking to Regulus once more. “I sure hope it is quieter. Slughorn looked like he was ready to retire. He was by far the best professor that place had, and I’m sure even Dumbledore sees his value. Even if I wasn’t… very fond of his… parties.” Of course, the pair had both been in the ‘Slug Club’ given his great talent for potions and Regulus, well being a Black and very good with his studies on his own. However, Severus was not one to really attend the parties very often – he went usually because he knew he would see Lily there, but after their falling out he stopped going unless Slughorn insisted and essentially forced him to go. He didn’t like being around so many people at once.
“Of course they have knowledge, otherwise their heads would be completely empty, but common sense, as you say, is what makes a person an idiot or not. You can know every fact in the world but if you don’t know how to use it, then you’re just as useful as someone who knows nothing.” He sighed taking his change and moving out of the way for Regulus.
“What comes next? I’ve always thought of becoming a potioneer, or maybe even…” He paused before shaking his head. “Nevermind, its nothing.” Now even though they were good friends, even he would judge him for what he wanted to ‘become’, or at least an idea he had in his head for awhile.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2018 7:39:10 GMT
The numbers were not good, it was true, but the victories in what the Dark Lord set as goals were hit frequently and well. That was good. On the downside, Regulus understood there were quite a few people going missing. He knew where to place that blame, but his assignments were not very doable till the school year opened again. Then his job would become frequent and quick. Serverus couldn't help him there though, not right now.
"Yes well, not the way he talks. I think the old spider will have reaches into every pocket in the country in no time." Including his own, since he was very much a member of the man's circle. He wasn't much a dark wizard however so no, he wasn't into that particular politics. "He's not interested in politics unless it affects the amount of treats and advantages he gets coming his way. His parties are a bit...ego based."
Regulus had been told to keep up the connection, he had no idea if Snape had. "I suspect the moment he feels threatened he will pull into whatever hole he has prepared and carefully hidden." As Serverus spoke and got his change, Regulus put his things on the counter trying to not look down at them. It was bad enough a young woman was seeing what he wore after all! "True. I think I agree with the comment that common sense is a curse though as it makes you more aware of those around you without it."
A shake of his head as she asked if he wanted a receipt. He put down the money with a certain amount as the tip (something he did not miss for a good reason) and the shop girl handed him a bag with his purchases and a big smile for him. He nodded back as he turned away, trying to fix in his head where he had seen that face before. When they got a few paces away he said "Did you recognize her face? She seems familiar to me." At the door near exiting, Regulus stopped Serverus his hand on his arm.
"I would think with your skill you could bypass that and go straight into experimental potions. You have a rare talent for them, Snape, I would hate to see you waste any talent."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 27, 2018 8:08:08 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] He smiles a bit. Yes, he was pretty sure ol’ Sluggy would probably stop talking to him the instant he started fighting in the war – or wait til it was over to see who won. That man wasn’t really brave, but unlike those idiot lions he didn’t claim to be brave. He was selfish and wanted to set himself up in a good place no matter what ended up happening. He liked how Slughorn was very obvious about all of this, and how he didn’t lie about why he showed interest in people – he even said he ‘collected’ them.
“I can respect the fact he cares not for anything but himself, as he’s honest about it. When has he ever shown interest in a student who struggles in his class? There was no fake flattery to those who didn’t deserve it, as they were not worth his time and wouldn’t help him in the future,” Severus grinned a bit. “Only a bit ego based?” He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He remembered in his earlier years he and Lily went to the Christmas parties together – it was fantastic. While they were obviously just friends, it was a time he got to spend with her in public in a almost date like setting if you didn’t count all the other people at the tables and at the parties.
However, unlike Regulus, he had not kept up the relationship – at all. He had no real use to keep it up – if Slughorn needed him, he’d contact him and vice versa. If he understood anything about him, Slughorn would understand this and therefore there would not be any need to keep in contact all the time. Alas, he had been invited to a party at the castle, though he questioned whether Dumbledore would let him on campus – after all he had graduated, and everyone knew that he wanted to become a Death Eater. However, he was assured it would be fine. However, he wasn’t really planning on going. “I’m sure he has backups upon backups to keep himself safe. He’s terrified of dying, and I don’t blame him.”
“Common sense itself isn’t a curse – but common sense and intelligence is a curse. Because you’re surrounded by complete morons.” He sniffed and rolled his eyes a bit, mostly thinking about the world around him and how he was mostly surrounded by idiots. “It is a delight when you find a comrade who has both as well. It’s rare, though.”
Severus narrowed his eyes and tilted his head a bit. “I didn’t, no.” Severus raised an eyebrow, glancing back without too much movement as to not arouse suspicion.
“Ah ha… well that’s a part of what I hope to do some day,” He rubs the back of his neck a bit nervously, “The thing is… potions are… not very tasty. And some of them are hard to even force down. I was hoping… maybe to experiment on creating new potions or improving the taste of the potions – the idea I had is a bit dumb but…” He sighed and looked around making sure no one was listening. “I was thinking it might be interesting to have a bakery where all the goods have a certain type of potion – so if you need to take Polyjuice you can at least enjoy it. And well… I have a friend who has a bit of a… problem that she need to take a potion for, and it might be nice, yeah?”
[attr="class","aofCredit"] SELKIE
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2018 8:37:09 GMT
Regulus rolled his eyes. "It's called being polite, Snape, I was trying not to be too nasty to the man. He does have skills after all and connections which are hard to beat." Egos. Yes, almost as big a one as Sirus had in his little-- yeah body. He frowned. Thoughts of his brother had been around a lot in the last week probably because he had been let loose on the world and Regulus rather wanted the world to survive for himself.
Afraid of death? Most people were. Regulus might be afraid of pain and take precautions to avoid it, but not death. Why run from the inevitable? Yet his Master claimed to be immortal. Why you would want to live past when all you knew was gone-- No, he had no fear of death. People would drive him crazy probably long before that happened. "Hiding his more his type of personality I think. I'm not going to waste my life running from it. It's not brave, I'm just too lazy to try and keep away." He shrugged.
An appreciative nod at the intelligence part. "Absolutely rare. And all the more treasured for that reason." Snape wasn't sure either and he stopped, frowning. "I know I've seen that face before. maybe she was a few years ahead." Listening to his friend's idea his face turned pleased. "That's a great idea! Oh man, if you could manage a bakery-- I could see that going over well if only for the curious alone! I'm impressed!"
Severus Snape
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