Like a Moth to Flame
Date: Friday, 7 October
Time: Late evening, long after Student Curfew
Place: Hogwarts, Lupin's quarters
Characters Involved: Lupin and Snape
Rating: No more than PG for whinging
He was avoiding the werewolf. Of course he was. There was no other way to squash the sudden awakening of his long-quiescent concupiscence which seemed to fixate stubbornly upon the beast, other than to ignore it. There was no better way to disregard the sensation than to avoid its inciting to begin with.
All of which made his present actions utterly and completely illogical, and yet he had a myriad of reasons why it was absolutely necessary. The most recent Prophet Article had disturbed him greatly, though he pretended not to take any notice of it. Still, if the Wizengamot gave Shingleton and his lackeys free reign to decide which 'select few' of the Registered individuals needed 'tighter security', he had no doubt that he and Lupin would be on the top of the short list. Who knew what it would mean! Night-time incarceration? Some sort of tracking device? Maybe the Ministry had the power to remove he and Lupin from their positions here at the school? McGonagall had assured him they did not, but Severus wasn't so sure.
So it was necessary to speak with Lupin about possible plans for the rest of the pack, should the two of them be somehow prevented from seeing to their security.
Such conversations ought to be done when relatively assured of as much privacy as possible in a building where many of the portraits cheerfully acted as spies.
Therefore, it was completely logical for Severus to now be approaching Lupin's door, carrying his favourite but very battered chess-set, a half-empty bottle of his favourite cognac, and two glasses. Lupin had provided the 'beverages' the last time they had engaged in this sort of discussion, so it was only right - and logical, that Severus repay in kind. After spending the entire day in his lab with students and then with detentions, it had been absolutely necessary to shower to remove the grime of the day.
He did not care what the bloody werewolf thought of his appearance. It was merely more comfortable to be clean, and in clean garments. The black denims and green merino had been among the items purchased with Wagtail months ago - things he could only wear when he was 'off-duty'. Logical.
What was not logical, or comfortable, was the ridiculous case of nerves he fought all the way up the stairs. He hadn't felt this awkward and apprehensive returning to the Dark Lord the night Diggory was killed!
Pausing just outside Lupin's door, he steeled his Occlumency and forced his ridiculous emotions back under the rigid control of his iron will, and rapped sharply on the unyielding wood in front of him.
Time: Late evening, long after Student Curfew
Place: Hogwarts, Lupin's quarters
Characters Involved: Lupin and Snape
Rating: No more than PG for whinging
He was avoiding the werewolf. Of course he was. There was no other way to squash the sudden awakening of his long-quiescent concupiscence which seemed to fixate stubbornly upon the beast, other than to ignore it. There was no better way to disregard the sensation than to avoid its inciting to begin with.
All of which made his present actions utterly and completely illogical, and yet he had a myriad of reasons why it was absolutely necessary. The most recent Prophet Article had disturbed him greatly, though he pretended not to take any notice of it. Still, if the Wizengamot gave Shingleton and his lackeys free reign to decide which 'select few' of the Registered individuals needed 'tighter security', he had no doubt that he and Lupin would be on the top of the short list. Who knew what it would mean! Night-time incarceration? Some sort of tracking device? Maybe the Ministry had the power to remove he and Lupin from their positions here at the school? McGonagall had assured him they did not, but Severus wasn't so sure.
So it was necessary to speak with Lupin about possible plans for the rest of the pack, should the two of them be somehow prevented from seeing to their security.
Such conversations ought to be done when relatively assured of as much privacy as possible in a building where many of the portraits cheerfully acted as spies.
Therefore, it was completely logical for Severus to now be approaching Lupin's door, carrying his favourite but very battered chess-set, a half-empty bottle of his favourite cognac, and two glasses. Lupin had provided the 'beverages' the last time they had engaged in this sort of discussion, so it was only right - and logical, that Severus repay in kind. After spending the entire day in his lab with students and then with detentions, it had been absolutely necessary to shower to remove the grime of the day.
He did not care what the bloody werewolf thought of his appearance. It was merely more comfortable to be clean, and in clean garments. The black denims and green merino had been among the items purchased with Wagtail months ago - things he could only wear when he was 'off-duty'. Logical.
What was not logical, or comfortable, was the ridiculous case of nerves he fought all the way up the stairs. He hadn't felt this awkward and apprehensive returning to the Dark Lord the night Diggory was killed!
Pausing just outside Lupin's door, he steeled his Occlumency and forced his ridiculous emotions back under the rigid control of his iron will, and rapped sharply on the unyielding wood in front of him.