[oh look, there's a random Hogwarts prefect just kind of hanging out for a moment, taking in absolutely everything. New York City in 2011 is very, very different from London in 1943 or Hogwarts in any era after all.
and he's looking a little irritated under the curiosity, which means, of course, the he's actually furious. he does not like it when he's not in control of his life, not at all.]
[Excuse Snape, he's trying not to cry like a child because goddamn it it was over... Instead he stands awkwardly on the stood, recognition plain on his face.]
[Oh Snape, don't you know your life is never allowed to be easy? Just be glad Tom doesn't actually know you by sight yet. He's really not in the mood for this...
[But he might need to get to Draco and smuggle him out of the country, warn the Potters, and... any number of things that would be considered traitorous. His mind locks up tighter than Gringott's, and he masks himself, reminding himself that he did this for twenty years, and really, he shouldn't be surprised. ]
[His eyes narrow a little. There's definitely something wrong here. You didn't just stare at someone like that for no reason. And he does not appreciate things being kept from him.
But he wouldn't be getting anything by force here, he was sure. So he'd just have to be the perfect Slytherin prefect again for now.]
Of course. But before you go, if you could tell me something...
The sixth of October, in the year of two-thousand and eleven.
[By this world's time, Severus Snape has been dead for thirteen years, five months, and four days... by that man's hand. He wore a much different face then, thought.]
That does tell him something. The lack of reaction to...well, this whole conversation shows he was probably right that it's not an uncommon occurrence. Well, good, maybe there are more wizards around.
He pauses for effect and dons a bit of polite apprehension, like he's actually sorry for continuing to interrupt Snape's day.]
You've been very helpful, Mr -- ? And I'm sure you're in a hurry but if you could tell me one last thing...what am I doing here? The...machine back there wouldn't say much.
[Don't think he didn't notice. He might smile a little, and he is genuinely amused by the idea, but his eyes are a bit colder than before. And staring. At him.]
Yes, it did say something like that. I can't say I've done much to make it think I'll do a good job. [other than, you know, framing Hagrid.]
and he's looking a little irritated under the curiosity, which means, of course, the he's actually furious. he does not like it when he's not in control of his life, not at all.]
So much has changed in fifty years...
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But oh. Recognition. That's interesting.]
Yes? Did you need something?
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[But he might need to get to Draco and smuggle him out of the country, warn the Potters, and... any number of things that would be considered traitorous. His mind locks up tighter than Gringott's, and he masks himself, reminding himself that he did this for twenty years, and really, he shouldn't be surprised. ]
Excuse me. I should be on my way, sir.
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But he wouldn't be getting anything by force here, he was sure. So he'd just have to be the perfect Slytherin prefect again for now.]
Of course. But before you go, if you could tell me something...
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Certainly.
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[By this world's time, Severus Snape has been dead for thirteen years, five months, and four days... by that man's hand. He wore a much different face then, thought.]
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Two-thousand and eleven...almost seventy years then.
[well. almost twenty years really. this should be...interesting.]
I imagine more has changed in that time than I'd thought.
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[Snape is less and less comfortable by the minute.]
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That does tell him something. The lack of reaction to...well, this whole conversation shows he was probably right that it's not an uncommon occurrence. Well, good, maybe there are more wizards around.
He pauses for effect and dons a bit of polite apprehension, like he's actually sorry for continuing to interrupt Snape's day.]
You've been very helpful, Mr -- ? And I'm sure you're in a hurry but if you could tell me one last thing...what am I doing here? The...machine back there wouldn't say much.
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[NOT GIVING HIS NAME.]
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Yes, it did say something like that. I can't say I've done much to make it think I'll do a good job. [other than, you know, framing Hagrid.]
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Until recently I was...in a sort of stasis.
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