'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.
"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 I- 'The visit' - Chapter I'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, Cokeworth, Northern England.
Severus put down the book and puffed heavily. It was the sixth time the bloody doorbell had rung.
Probably the teenage delinquents who were in the inconvenient habit of roaming Spinner´s End on occasion. During the past few years, they had been coming over to that abandoned part of town whenever they felt bored or were being chased by the police. As a matter of fact, with the street´s alarming state of decay, most of its houses deserted, it was rather surprising that the juvenile gangster-hopefuls didn´t come around to "visit" more often.
Spinner´s End was after all a perfect hiding place...Nobody better than Severus knew that...
But the fact was that Spinner´s End was ruined to such a degree that not even those little punks took a more than passing interest in it. Sometimes they entered an abandoned house to smoke, played some loud music (that is, if that godawful cacophony could be call
'Post War'-Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter I'Post War'-Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Sequel of "The Cat")
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, Scotland
Minerva MacGonagall´s office
"Your neighbour you say..." Minerva mumbled, deep in thought.
"I know, it sounds preposterous..."
They sat silently facing each other for a few seconds, as the fire gently burned, colouring Minerva´s office in soft shades of gold and orange. Severus sunk down in his chair, enjoying the familiarity of being back at Hogwarts even if momentarily. For good or bad Hogwarts was the closest thing to home he had, maybe even more so than his childhood home in Spinner´s End. Spinner´s End was a retreat, a place filled with memories and ghosts he came back to whenever life was too heavy to bear. Hogwarts, however was the place where his life had actually taken it´s course. Spinner´s End was dream and reverie, Hogwarts was reality, blunt and crude. Coming back was like revisiting what made him into what he was, and as much as he didn´t like what he
'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 V2 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
'Post War'-Part I - 'The visit' - Chapter IIChapter II'Post War'-Part I - 'The visit' - Chapter II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Evelyn just stood there.
Why the heck was she hesitating so much? Wasn´t this what she wanted? To talk to the owner of that house. Eileen Prince...No, Eileen Snape... Who was dead, which probably made the grumpy man standing at the door the current owner. So, Evelyn had to talk to him. That was the whole reason she had decided to come to Spinner´s End wasn´t it?
When she arrived that morning, after spending the night at a hotel in a more lively part of Cokeworth, Evelyn had the vivid impression of walking into a ghost town. "Isn´t this how most horror movies start?" She had thought to herself, as she watched through her car windows how the rows of decrepit houses passed by. From the little she had researched, Evelyn knew the whole neighbourhood had been purpose-built to house the families of the mill workers. The mill itself towered ominously over the dark and filthy streets and alleys bellow, its long chimneys pointing up at a steel-grey autumn sky.
'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter IOctober, 7th'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter I1 year 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
AcceptanceAcceptance2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
October, 31, 2005
Severus didn´t want a child.
And yet...here it was...
Severus approached the cradle with feather light footsteps. It was a simple but elegant piece of furniture, made out of heavy and dark oak wood...an heirloom of Evelyn´s family, that her mother had insisted on giving them. A wealth of delicate white and blue covers and a veil of rich Irish lace protected it´s tiny occupant from the late October chill.
His long fingers drew back the covers to reveal the child to his sleep deprived eyes. A child who was no more than an hour old. A child that wasn´t expected. A mistake that shouldn´t have happened, as far as his father had been concerned.
He didn´t want a child...
Most people take parental instinct for granted...They imagine it´s only natural for parents to love their children. It just happened...But Severus knew better...In fact he knew from experience that it just wasn´t that simple...Nowhere near that simple...
And that was p
'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.'Post War' -Part IV-'Of books and tea' - Chapter V10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"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 II - 'The Cat' - Chapter III (End)'Post War' Part II - 'The Cat' - Chapter III (End)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If the old popular wisdom that dictated that pets were much like their owners in personality was correct, there was no point arguing with Miss Black, Severus thought to himself. Much in the same way her cat simply did as it pleased, it was quite obvious Miss Black wouldn´t take no for an answer. Just as well, if anything her impromptu hospitality fit would provide him with an excellent opportunity to gather information. Just the day before Evelyn Black had knocked on his door, telling a most bizarre story that apparently involved his mother´s family and could just as well touch the Wizarding World. According to her she had just inherited her house from her late grandfather, who was, if she was to be believed, somehow related to the Prince family. Stranger still, Evelyn Black was in possession of a strange house deed, a document of a type most common in wizarding transactions. Inadvertently her bothersome black cat had provided him with a perfect opportunity to loo
'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea - Chapter IV'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea - Chapter IV11 months 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 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 III1 year 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 VI1 year 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
'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter IVOctober, 5th'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter IV2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Muggle bookstores....Severus couldn´t even remember the last time he had stepped into one of them, if ever. There was something just so annoyingly mundane about them that pretty much grated on his nerves. Books were precious and powerful objects, invented to impart knowledge, to put forward ideas and new concepts, to preserve wisdom and history. Entire countries, entire continents, the course of History itself had been changed by them. Leave it to muggles to turn such objects into just another commercial product, no different from toilet paper or domestic appliances. He walked into the large store and immediately frowned...fluorescent lights, that pretentiously pseudo-post-modern décor, tall and boxy bookshelves filled with decent books mixed together with muggle rubbish, the usual "child friendly" corner with gaudy toys and ridiculous costumed recreators that did nothing to confine the little brats to the space where they were supp
'Post War'Part IV-'Of books and tea'- Chapter VII"Professor Snape'Post War'Part IV-'Of books and tea'- Chapter VII8 months 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
Motherhood - Chapter I (collab)(This story takes place 5 months before "Acceptance", and a month before "The ultrassound")Motherhood - Chapter I (collab)7 months 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