Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 14/48
Aug. 4th, 2006 12:14 pmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 14/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter G
Author’s Notes:
If you don’t know what this is, please read this: http://rm.livejournal.com/727358.html
This story was originally written in late-2001; despite a recent tune-up, it is in no way compliant with the current state of the HP universe.
Your feedback and commentary are always welcome, even for a time capsule such as this.
Each chapter of this story has now been tagged. You can find the whole thing here.
If you’re looking for slash, het, poly, Book-6 compliant Slytherin backstory please visit Fascilis Descensus Averno a WIP written with
kalichan. It features Severus Snape, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time. It is also a multimedia project.
Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
Allosia dabbed at the eggs with her toast and took another bite. She smiled when she saw Severus in the doorway, and watched him with interest as he made his way slowly, even gingerly, to the teachers' table.
She marveled at how practiced he was, gazing over the students with his typical hostility, stopping here and there to chasten or harass. It was just enough to keep him from having to move more quickly than he was capable of after the weekend's events.
She caught his eye and nodded. He returned a noncommittal grimace, but made his way to his customary seat beside her anyway.
"Miss Hemrand," he said in a low voice, leading Allosia to raise her eyebrows. "It amazes me, for someone who has made a career fighting the Dark Arts that you find it so hard to function after all all-nighter."
"Actually, Severus," and here, she put a condescending, but gleeful smile into his name, "what amazes me, is that for a teacher, I don't have more patience for mornings. But then, you don't even have patience for the students."
"You are pleased with yourself, aren't you?" he asked.
She sensed him bristling. "Just playing, Sev, just playing."
It was his turn to raise his eyebrows then and not just at the appalling nickname. He didn't respond further, however, turning his attention to the food he was still far too nauseated to partake of.
"Oh, by the way, Malfoy was looking for you over the weekend."
Severus started at this. "Oh, you mean Draco," he said, his voice flat.
"Yeah." Pause. "Sorry."
He titled his head slightly, as if to dismiss the apology. "Why on earth was he asking you about my whereabouts?"
"Oh, he wasn't, I ran into him, in the halls, in the middle of the night. I took 30 points and walked him back to the dormitories once he made it clear that his errand was specific to you."
Severus sighed. "He's amazingly stupid sometimes, even for a maggot."
Allosia's mouth quirked in curiosity and she had to suppress a laugh as he exhaled with great impatience and then winced. The ribs must still be bothering him.
"He saw me leave the way I did, and saw Potter fidgeting with that damn scar of his. No doubt he presumed my destination and was showing concern over his charming father."
"He knows?"
"Where my loyalties appear to lie? Yes. What did you think?"
Allosia rolled her eyes. "Clearly I didn't."
They finished the meal in silence.
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter G
Author’s Notes:
Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
Allosia dabbed at the eggs with her toast and took another bite. She smiled when she saw Severus in the doorway, and watched him with interest as he made his way slowly, even gingerly, to the teachers' table.
She marveled at how practiced he was, gazing over the students with his typical hostility, stopping here and there to chasten or harass. It was just enough to keep him from having to move more quickly than he was capable of after the weekend's events.
She caught his eye and nodded. He returned a noncommittal grimace, but made his way to his customary seat beside her anyway.
"Miss Hemrand," he said in a low voice, leading Allosia to raise her eyebrows. "It amazes me, for someone who has made a career fighting the Dark Arts that you find it so hard to function after all all-nighter."
"Actually, Severus," and here, she put a condescending, but gleeful smile into his name, "what amazes me, is that for a teacher, I don't have more patience for mornings. But then, you don't even have patience for the students."
"You are pleased with yourself, aren't you?" he asked.
She sensed him bristling. "Just playing, Sev, just playing."
It was his turn to raise his eyebrows then and not just at the appalling nickname. He didn't respond further, however, turning his attention to the food he was still far too nauseated to partake of.
"Oh, by the way, Malfoy was looking for you over the weekend."
Severus started at this. "Oh, you mean Draco," he said, his voice flat.
"Yeah." Pause. "Sorry."
He titled his head slightly, as if to dismiss the apology. "Why on earth was he asking you about my whereabouts?"
"Oh, he wasn't, I ran into him, in the halls, in the middle of the night. I took 30 points and walked him back to the dormitories once he made it clear that his errand was specific to you."
Severus sighed. "He's amazingly stupid sometimes, even for a maggot."
Allosia's mouth quirked in curiosity and she had to suppress a laugh as he exhaled with great impatience and then winced. The ribs must still be bothering him.
"He saw me leave the way I did, and saw Potter fidgeting with that damn scar of his. No doubt he presumed my destination and was showing concern over his charming father."
"He knows?"
"Where my loyalties appear to lie? Yes. What did you think?"
Allosia rolled her eyes. "Clearly I didn't."
They finished the meal in silence.