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[emptyyourself]

[The following entry has been made from Martha’s communicator.

After about an hour or two, the responses were all marked 'Private'.]

i am never getting off this ship

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SPAM.

[lovemystruggles]

[Harry'd still been disoriented from the port's events and frankly, setting into the Barge itself. He'd seen a lot of beeping from the device he'd been given - and still wasn't entirely sure how to use. He'd gone for the library, after grabbing a muffin to go. No Pince to complain, right?

He wanders with a bit of a mess from the crumbs over his sweater before finding the ex-potions master. He stops, still, shellshocked still at him being alive before debating leaving. Then, being very much a Gryffindor and Lily Potter's son he goes forward, carefully]

Er, professor?

SPAM.

[emptyyourself]

[Snape raises his eyes from the communicator he's nicked from his wife. It takes him an excruciatingly long time to register what he's looking at. Maybe seeing Potter for the first time since the boy came aboard makes it more real, and he's trying to overcome his disbelief.

More likely, however, he's simply very drunk and trying to form a coherent thought.

What comes out is a groan. He lets his head fall back with a thunk against the bookshelf serving to hold him in a sitting position.]

Not you.

Re: SPAM.

[lovemystruggles]

[Which is enough of a confirmation that it's actually him. A nearly wry smile crosses Harry's face, before vanishing. Anger and frustration aside, he was - is happy that the man is alive. Even if 'well' isn't true here.]

The one and only.

[And he moves forward, the wrapper from the earlier muffin on the shelf - reaching for the bottle. After the war, he can guess the signs of why he's this much of a mess. Doesn't stop him from the question with the obvious answer though.]

What are you doing? Seriously, Snape. [A pause, before going on.] Getting drunk in the library?

SPAM.

[emptyyourself]

[The minute Harry reaches for the bottle, Snape drops the communicator in favor of his wand, which he points unsteadily at his ex-student. One of the two he's seeing at the moment.]

I could kill you. You would just come back and everyone would understand. Give me a reason, Potter, and I swear I'll do it. Step away from that bottle like a good boy.

[rayney_day]

The hell is wrong with your writing...?

I try to avoid picture and sound. Never know when they're might be a flood.

[emptyyourself]

nothing is wrong with my writing but this is an electronic device rayne and electronic devices must be typped into wheresa you cant write on the screen with a quill

i despisr audio and vidoe but BUT its easier than typign

[rayney_day]

Yours doesn't use stylus?

Now I feel all special...

[emptyyourself]

it isnt mine

im borrowing it

but you are vrry special rain

its not often people get to be dhampirs you should feel honourred or possibly horrified i dont know

[mightymorbid]

You're drunk.

[emptyyourself]

what a base and groundless accusation

[mightymorbid]

You're using Martha's journal. Your spelling as atrocious.

You are drunk.

[emptyyourself]

maybe a little

you are ann exemplary inmate mozenarth did you know

and your hand is not distrubing at all to me. i knew a man with a wooden leg and an eye that was magic -

oh you know him its moody remembr moody?

[thegooddrjones]

You've got my communicator, love.

[emptyyourself]

im only borrwnig it for a while i lost mine you see

how do you make the audio go

[thegooddrjones]

No, you took mine instead of yours.

Press the button.

[emptyyourself]

which button there are a lot of buttons aLOT

of buttons

[you_run_i_chase]

Yeah, this is probably a sign you should stop fucking drinking, Robes.

[emptyyourself]

youre just angry i didnt invite you to drink with me princessparker

[you_run_i_chase]

Call me that again and I'll sneak down where you are and shave your fucking head.

[emptyyourself]

you dont frighten me princessparker