'Post War' -Part IV-'Of books and tea' - Chapter VLucius stepped away from the window and sat on his chair, his face lost into darkness.
"Do you mind?" he let out acidly, making a broad gesture that indicated the entire room around them "I can´t bring myself to have a serious conversation with anybody whose face I can´t see."
Severus retrieved his wand from the inside pocket of his jacket and with a swift flick of his wrist lit all the candles in the room. Lucius office remained for the most part unchanged, other than the growing amount of dust and spider webs covering everything and the missing decorative objects, the most expensive ones notably...all auctioned off. The Malfoys no longer had the luxury of house elves and surely Lucius wouldn´t bother with cleaning his office himself. Severus had noticed the entrance hall and main sitting room were clean and in perfect order, even if missing most of their furniture and art objects. Narcissa´s doing for absolute sure. Even if thrown in the most abject poverty, a Black would never be c
'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI"I just ate something at Café Yalta, but I can fix you something to eat if you want" Evelyn offered as she poured him some tea.'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Just tea will sufice, thank you. Café Yalta, huh? I hope to God you only had their buckwheat pancakes."
"You know the place?"
"Everybody does. Best pancakes and..."
"...worst tea of all Greater Manchester! So it IS true. Angela told me exactly that!" she laughed softly, sitting besides him and kicking off her shoes by the side of the couch.
"Yeah, a colleague of mine. English teacher. She wouldn´t let me have their tea because it supposedly tastes like toilet water"
"She might as well have saved you from some nasty infection. 'Supposedly' is entirely too kind. I´m fairly confident that their tea is actual toilet water."
"Cokeworth should put that in touristic brochures, 'Come to Cokeworth and drink the world´s worst tea'" her silvery laugher was growing in volume around him, as she ran her fingers through her long hai
'Post War' -Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter VSeverus stood in front of his neighbour´s door, bracing himself to knock. If he knew Ms Black, and after a couple of days he was sure she was easy enough to read, he was about to voluntarily put himself through a lengthy ordeal of infuriating small-talk and pushy kindness. He sighed...It had to be done...Severus could hear music coming from inside...the mellifluous voice of some male singer he could vaguely recognise but wouldn´t be able to identify if he tried...Aznavour? Brel? Montand?...He could never tell these Frenchmen apart...It was just something that sounded nostalgic and sensuous like old French songs tended to sound in general. So this was the kind of music she liked...didn´t exactly come as a surprise. Taking a deep breath he knocked.'Post War' -Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter V3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The music came to an abrupt end and he heard very soft and quick footsteps coming towards the door. As it opened, his eyes were immediately drawn downwards...Had Ms Black suddenly shrunk? He didn´t remember her b
Motherhood - Chapter I (collab)(This story takes place 5 months before "Acceptance", and a month before "The ultrassound")Motherhood - Chapter I (collab)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dialogs co-written with Ameraucanablues (see comments)
Early June, 2005
R5479, just outside Doolin, County Clare, Munster Province, Ireland
The red Volvo sped across the emerald-green of the Irish countryside, the fresh blue of the clear spring sky above and the cool seaside sunlight hitting its darkened windows. The wide luxurious fields, the sheep peacefully grazing, the deep indigo of the rowdy sea in the distance beyond the old and grey stones of the Burren and the proud heights of the cliffs should all came as a comforting sight to Evelyn. The road from Dublin to Doolin was so familiar she felt like she could drive through it with her eyes closed. When she had moved to Dublin for college, she´d come back every other weekend by bus or train, and a few years later, once she had started to earn her own money, she´d drive herself back home every weekend. 24 years later, she could easi
'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter IOctober, 7th'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The newspaper Ms. Black had brought him laid on the couch, exactly where he had left it the day before. Severus picked it up, sipping his coffee distractedly. Salvador Dali....This brought back memories. He could still remember the scent of new books in that bookstore downtown where he and Lily would spend hours on end at least once a week. It was a small shop that also sold comic books, posters and art prints, a local landmark that had closed just like so many small businesses in Cokeworth did when the mill was closed. In the 80s Cokeworth became a ghost town. Without the mill there was nothing left for more than half the townspeople who depended on it directly or indirectly. The ones who were better off and had jobs in Manchester or Oldham fared better, but it took the city as a whole almost a decade to start getting back on its feet. And even now, Cokeworth was still nothing to be praised. Still a half-dead filthy town living on the shadow of Manchest
'Post War' - Part V- Halloween- Chapter 1Severus looked down at the pile of papers on the coffee table. He picked one up and distractedly ran his eyes over it. A photocopied handout announcing the Our Lady of Cokeworth´s Halloween party in decorated letters and black and white drawings of spider webs, cats and flying witches. The way muggle culture saw magical matters never ceased to amuse him. Well,cliché witches with warts on their hooked noses were still better than the systematic persecutions. He put the paper back on it´s pile and leaned back on the sofa, listening to the sound of Miss Black´s voice as she talked on the phone.'Post War' - Part V- Halloween- Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, that´s right." she nodded her head, looking down at a flyer from a nearby anglo-Indian restaurant, then softly called out to him, covering the speaker with her hand "Severus?"
"Are you sure you want me to order for you?"
"Yes, whatever you order is just fine, don´t worry...Just let me know how much it will be..."
"No, no, I invited you, I got this."
"Absolutely not, I insist.."
'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea - Chapter IIISeverus sat down on the couch and observed as Evelyn brought out a bottle of prosecco and two glasses. She put the glasses on the coffee table and sat next to him, mindful to keep a somewhat safe distance. She obviously knew by now her neighbour was´t given to too much familiarity and had finally started to act accordingly.'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea - Chapter III3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This should open our appetite for dinner" She told him, dexterously removing the cork from the bottle, causing it to make a pleasantly soft popping sound.
"I assume this is in celebration of your new job" he asked as she filled his glass
"I guess..."she smiled quietly
"Being hired to teach at Cokeworth Academy is hardly a cause for celebration, you surely realize."
"Is this just you being your usual sour self or does it come from first hand knowledge?"
"A bit of both" he smirked
"Well, then I assume being the kind and concerned neighbour you are, you will surely tell me what´s so dreadful about Cokeworth Academy?"
"It´s located in Cokeworth to begin with" he told h
'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter VIOctober, 6th'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter VI3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been quite a while since Evelyn had last gone jogging. No matter what weather, temperature or day, she always started her morning with at least an hour exercise. That was under normal circumstances, of course...But the past weeks could hardly be considered "normal circumstances", and with moving in and getting acclimated to her new life in Cokeworth... Going so long without exercising, without going out in the morning to breath some fresh air was starting to get to her. Evelyn had always had a slight tendency towards gaining weight, and in this past few days she had been on an emotional eating spree... actually, since the death of her father she hadn´t been watching her diet or even her health at all...She had let herself go, actually...taking care of his estate, going over his papers, taking care of her mother, explaining everything to her nieces, then moving to another country...Her routine was turned upside down, and she found he
The ultrasound (Collab ficlet)The ultrasound (Collab ficlet)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Minerva usually had no problems with approaching any member of the faculty to talk about a students whose grades were slipping. It was a routine task she had performed numerous times over the decades since her days as a deputy headmistress, even more often in the ten years since she had become Headmistress. But today the mere idea of even starting this conversation made her weary. She knew very well why Alice Sullivan, an exceptionally bright student and Hufflepuff´s pride, was doing less than brilliantly in her schoolwork. But knowing the reason didn´t make the situation any easier to address, quite the opposite actually. Minerva knew very well that Alice, sensitive girl that she was, was merely reacting to her uncle and aunt´s seemingly separation. Alice was the oldest daughter of Evelyn´s sister, Caitlin, but you wouldn´t say it by looking at her. But in looks and temperament, Alice resembled her aunt Evelyn to a t. It was a running joke among family and friends that the stork had m
'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea - Chapter IV'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea - Chapter IV3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why DID you become a teacher?"
Severus frowned. The female voice talking to him seemed to have changed midway into the sentence, husky contralto swiftly replaced by an airy soprano, bot voices overlapping eerily for a split second. He looked up and gasped, the room around him was no longer the sitting room of the house next door to him, but Hogwarts teachers´ lounge. It was no longer Evelyn Black he was talking to...the bright brown eyes replaced by soft mossy green ones, the tall patrician brunette had vanished leaving a short and mousy blonde in her place.
"Severus, are you listening?" Charity Burbage asked him, her pleasantly round face assuming a concerned expression.
"Y-yes...I´m sorry, I got distracted for a second."
"You´ve been quite distracted lately. Are you worried about something?" she smiled, collecting her papers from the table.
"Not in particular" he let out still confused. He looked around once again. Yes, he defintely was in Hogwarts. And it was definitely Charity sit
'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea- Chapter IIOctober 7th'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea- Chapter II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, 13
Severus looked up from his glass of elf made wine and stared down the man sitting in front of him. Tall, dark and stately Kingsley Shacklebolt. Still tranquil and commanding as Severus remembered him to be, but significantly older...Severus had noticed the same happen with Minerva as well...the war and its aftermath had grealy aged all its participants in just a few years...years that felt heavy as centuries...Maybe that was the reason Severus himself avoided looking at the mirror too often.
''Well, it´s an honour to welcome the new Minister for magic in my house.You will surely appreaciate my concern tough, for I doubt someone is such high-ranking position would go through the trouble of coming all the way here if there wasn´t something serious underway...'' His mind quickly drifted back to the flight of the Lestranges. The Ministry was surely in a dire position right now, if Shacklebolt´s presence told him anything.
''Interim, minister.' Shackl
Evelyn Teresa Black - Character questionnaireName: Evelyn Teresa Snape (Née Black)Evelyn Teresa Black - Character questionnaire3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 49 years old as of 2012. 35 years old at the beginning of the story.
Height and weight: 1,73m (sans heels). Weighs around 70 kilos. Which might seem like a lot, but Evelyn has been a amateur dancer for most of her youth and she runs every day, which accounts for a fair amount of muscular body-mass, particularly on her legs. Also her body built is rather sturdy and broad, particularly around hips and thighs.
Body type: Average height to tall and flexible, but with a very sturdy and solid frame. Evelyn has a cello-shapped body, with strong shoulders and back, slightly bigger than average breasts, round hips and butt and thick thighs (her proverbial "thunder thighs", which she hates). She has a slight tendency to gain weight (particularly on her lower half)if she doesn´t watch her diet and exercise.
Eyes:Almond shaped, somewhat narrow, of a very vivid golden brown. She has strong eyebrows tha
Scent"Is this another one of your projects?"Scent1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Severus turned around to see her suspiciously eyeing the small pink bottle on the coffee table. Damn it, he had forgotten to put that thing away before answering the door. He should be wiser by now...But instead of being more aware he had just allowed familiarity to make him careless, forgetting Evelyn Black was worst than a cat when it came to being curious. He had looked away for a second to light up a cigarette and she had already found something to catch her interest in his sitting room, and it was exactly one of the things she should not come near...It was like the bloody woman could smell magic.
"More or less...an acquaintance asked me to isolate the components on this..." It wasn´t a lie. Severus had plenty acquaintances and suppliers in all the potion and ingredient stores along Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley... Almost everyone in the Wizarding community thought him dead, but a selected few of his former ingredient suppliers were
'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn,1998'- Chapter VIIOctober, 6th'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn,1998'- Chapter VII3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blackrock, Dublin, Ireland
Emmet Finnerty´s apartment
It was Doug´s turn to cook tonight. Emmet didn´t know what had posessed him to agree to this « shared cooking » arrangement. Douglas was a wonderful man of many qualities, but gastronomic talent wasn´t among them ; still Emmet couldn´t really bring himself to tell him that his cooking was just plain horrible. Not that Emmet was a regular chef de cuisine, but at least he could fry an egg without exploding anything...In any case nobody could accuse him of being a man of little faith : he truly hoped that one day, with enough practice, Doug would learn. Evelyn´s mother even sent him some beginner cooking books and he had been studying them religiously. Emmet just hoped their kitchen would endure Doug´s practice without burning to the ground.
Emmet tried to focus on selecting the photos he was going to bring to the newsroom of the Irish T
'Post-War'-Part V- Halloween- Chapter V“Ms. Black?...Pray tell, why do you have cat ears on?”'Post-War'-Part V- Halloween- Chapter V1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It´s a costume, Severus...You see, there´s this very interesting cultural phenomenon mostly in the Western hemisphere and in English speaking countries called Halloween, during which people dress in costumes and go around giving or receiving candy and just generally having fun...It happens to be today"
"Very funny...I know what and when Halloween is, thank you very much." He knew very well indeed. It was the only date of the year he could never forget, no matter how much he tried to. "Now you came here for a reason or you´re simply planning on lecturing me on the origins and history of Halloween next?"
"Who´s trying to be funny now? Well, yes, I did came here for a reason..."
"And that would be..."
"May I come in for a second? It´s a bit chilly outside"
"Will you ever take 'no' for an answer?" he sighed
"You seem to be starting to get used to me." she smiled, a hint of mischief on her crim
Soren's ElephantSoren's Elephant3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tuesday, 6 July 4:43pm
Caitlin Black's Garden
Doolin, County Clare Ireland
Dr. Paulo Pereira heard the door to his shed open and shut loudly as he sat on his leather couch therein, sipping his tumbler of Tullamore Dew on the rocks and puffing lazily on his cigarette. He had built himself what he called his 'Refúgio' a shack fitted with all the masculine comforts a man needed for moments of peace and tranquility that was all his own nestled in a tight corner of his fiancée's garden. He didn't need to turn around and look to know who had barged in and plunged into the empty space next to him.
His brother-in-law, Severus Snape or so at least he will officially be in little over a month when Paulo marries Severus' wife, Evelyn's sister, Caitlin Black who had become his best friend since they met over two years previously, needed no invitation to O Refúgio. He had personally assisted Paulo in fixing and furnishing it since they both agreed that the Bl
'Post War'Part IV-'Of books and tea'- Chapter VII"Professor Snape'Post War'Part IV-'Of books and tea'- Chapter VII2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I´m not entirely sure this letter comes as a surprise. But knowing you I´d say no. As you can probably imagine my father contacted me right after the two of you met. Of course he didn´t tell me exactly what you talked about, as well he wouldn´t if he wanted to keep me in line with his newest plans, but knowing what I know about you and your real role in the war, I have a clear idea of why you came to the Malfoy manor.
I´ll have you know that appealing to my father will get you nowhere. Of course, I assume you never wanted to convince him of anything in the first place. You wouldn´t be so naïve as to expect my father to see the error of his ways and give the ministry any sort of help. You were trying to get to me.
As it always is with your plans, it worked. You have my attention.
My father sent me to France to keep me away from the disgrace of our family...As if the surname Malfoy wouldn´t follow me around, with all that comes with it. At least that´s what I tought at f