by Severus Snape » Wed, 2010.03.03 18:02
It was the night before he had to catch the Express, back to school, and Severus had come to stay at the Leaky Cauldron, because his mother wasn't allowed out in public, this week, and his father was too drunk to do anything useful. Sure, he could've floo'd Lucius, but that would've meant admitting something was wrong. So, instead, he leaned over his bowl of soup, in the corner of the tavern, absolutely certain that Lucky had slipped him the galleon with which he'd paid for it, while he wasn't looking. Galleons weren't common fare, for his pockets.
He looked up, with a start, as the flustered medi-wizard burst in, shouting about a missing person. He thought he might've seen a man fitting that description, headed upstairs, but it really wasn't his concern, either way. Merlin only knew the whole story, here.
But, all the same, the man did look more concerned, than anything. Severus cocked his chin at the gent, to get his attention, and quietly pointed up, before returning to his soup.
"I want to believe in the nobility of the human spirit [...] but you've caught me at a bad moment, and I can't."