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Post by severus snape. on Aug 1, 2009 21:01:09 GMT
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the clock tower clicked to one o clock. a teacher somewhere was groaning about their shift on 'makin-sure-that-students-are-in-bed' job. however, for once, severus snape was smiling. one o clock wasn't a bad time to finish. it gave him time, plus he could do whatever he wanted, because there were not classes tomorrow morning. he only had the seventh years tomorrow last period. but plenty of time to sleep in. severus looked at the huge pendulum for a few more counted seconds before walking towards the dungeons to go to bed.
as he got to the great oak doors however, he decided against this idea. being a professor, he hadn't had a night out in ages. well, he thought he deserved a rest and without a second though he turn one-hundred and eighty dregrees and swept back out onto the grounds to the last iron gates where he said a few carefully spoken words (the password) as the gates creaked open. he swiftly wandered from the gates, but only a few steps. hogsmeade was too far to walk. he raised his wand, gave it an almost lazy flick and summoned a broom to his side. he wasn't one to usually ride, because his balance wasn't awful good, but no one was going to see him now. especially not those snotty gryffindors.
he climbed onto the feeble wooden 'stick' as he called it and pushed off from the ground, almost unseating himself. he took a deep breath and then leant forward to pick up speed. within no time he was flying above the village of hogsmeade and within even less time, he had lowered himself to solid ground outside the three broomsticks. 'closed' said a sign in the window. great. severus wasn't going to let a sign stop him from having a drink and hammered on the door as loud as he could. "c'mon rosmerta." he muttered, shivering in the cold, night air.
- - - outfit: the ususal black OBV notes: teehe xD.
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Post by rosemerta mcdonnell on Aug 1, 2009 21:28:19 GMT
It had been a slow day for Rosmerta today, with roughly over twenty customers, and most had left before six o' clock. Business had been slow lately, but it was getting close to Holloween, and she was praying that dumbledore would allow the students a Hogsmeade visit. She needed the money, since two weeks before a man had come in and gotten completely plastered, thought it would be just brilliant to break one of her tables. Although Rosmerta did make a nice income from her bar, it didn't mean that having to pay for a new table could be done in a blink! And the blonde simply despised repairing things herself with her wand; most of the time there was a line that showed where the object had broken in the first place.
Sighing at the thought of it again, Rosmerta closed the book she had been reading. It was from a muggle book store, but she found it much more interesting than any sort of witch's romance novel. In this novel, the heroine had been kidnapped by pirates, and she was now being tempted by the steamy captain, while she's been betrothed to a hunk of an Englishman back home. Rosmerta wasn't quite sure which one the woman would choose, but either way she'd be going to bed with a lovely man. Placing the book on the table next to her bed, Rosmerta blew out the candle that was lighting up her room, and snuggled deeper under her quilt. Rosmerta hadn't had a man in her bed for a long time. It was difficult, seeing as her main customers were either students or those who didn't stay in the pub longer than five minutes. Not to say she hadn't had a student or two in her bed..
Rosie smirked at the thought of those naughty nights tucked away deep in her memory, but let them go; what did it matter? She was always the one left in an empty bed. Sighing once again, Rosmerta put the thought out of her mind. She was simply feeling a little down from the slow business of the day.
"Tomorrow will be better," she whispered to herself, closing her eyes and finally drifting to sleep.
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Although it had been a couple hours, it seemed like only seconds ago that Rosmerta had closed her eyes. Now she was trying to keep them awake as she got the cream colored robe and wrapped it around herself, lighting up her wand so she could see where she was going. As she headed downstairs, where the main noise was coming from, Terry followed Rosmerta down as well, rubbing herself on the witch's leg.
"Not now Terry," Rosie scolded, almost falling flat on her face from tripping so she would avoid stepping on Terry.
"Hey can't you read! The sign says--"
Rosmerta was about to say 'closed', when she opened the door and there stood Severus Snape, shivering in the cold, broomstick in hand. It was strange enough that Severus was standing on her doorstep since he never came to the Broom, even stranger was that he was here at one in the morning. Blonde brows furrowing in confusion, Rosie stepped aside to let Severus in. "Hello Severus, what brings you here," she asked in a welcoming tone. "Is there something going on up in the castle?"
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Post by severus snape. on Aug 1, 2009 21:47:55 GMT
- - - hogsmeade was quiet at this time, it had been a long time since his last visit, and there had been hundred of teenagers here then, so no wonder it seemed deserted. snape looked around the closed shutters on the other shops and houses, though kept knocking on the wooden door of the three broomsticks. he was going to get this drink whether madam rosmerta liked it or not. severus was thirsty and looking after kids, especially keeping potter out of trouble was hard work. he was never a nightmare at that age. oh no.
the only nightmare he had at the age of fifteen was james potter and sirius black. what complete knobheads. remus lupin was okay, at a push, he didn't directly do anything to him. but peter pettigrew did sev's head in aswell. he stood there and laughed at everything perfect potter and bulls-eye black did. every tease they made of young snape. or 'snivillus'. oh, the thought made sev's blood run faster, thicker and his fist clenched so hard that they went scarlet. he hated them all. all of them. bloody black, pissing potter, looney lupin and penis pettigrew. no, he must stop this. he was being stupid. he shouldn't hate the dead, but it was so hard, so difficult to forget the torture.
"Hey can't you read! The sign says--"
noised were heard inside the inn. sev decided now was a good time to stop rapping his knucked on the splintering wood. he knew that voice, a very welcoming voice, even when she was annoyed. snape took a step back from the door so his whole self could be seen from the doorframe. his long, jet black robes floated in the wind. as soon as the door opened severus stepped inside, not waiting for a greeting. he flopped down on a chair at a four seater table.
"Hello Severus, what brings you here,"
snape waved his hand lazily and in his low, expressionless voice he replied "im here... rosmerta. as the school need a hell of a lot of effort to keep kids in bed." he rolled his eyes thinking of harry potter again before carrying on "however, i have just come off duty and i would like a drink. i should hope thats possible." he almost smiled at rosmerta as he pulled off his travelling cloak.
- - - outfit: the ususal black OBV notes: teehe xD.
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Post by rosemerta mcdonnell on Aug 1, 2009 22:14:26 GMT
Closing the door as soon as soon as Severus stepped inside so as not to let the cold in, she locked the door and went behind the counter to light up the place. Of course the light would seep through the places her curtains didn't cover up the windows, and Rosmerta knew Madam Puddyfoot would be running over the next morning to ask why she had her lights on so late at night. Rolling her eyes at the very thought, she wondered why the cafe owner rubbed Rosie the wrong way. Even when she was attending Hogwarts she hated stepping into the frilly little cafe, and she hated letting the woman into her own pub even more. She shook the thoughts out of her head though, as they had nothing to do with Severus Snape sitting inside her establishment at one in the morning asking for a drink.
Smirking at what Severus said, Rosmerta remembered when the marauders were still in school, torturing Severus to no end. They were all a year her senior, and that day at the lake certainly hadn't faded one bit in Rosmerta's memory. She guessed at some other prime candidates to be following in their footsteps, mainly the Weasley twins. Of course Rosmerta didn't even bring up the topic at all, knowing fully well that Snape was certainly one to hold a grudge, and those memories would not be fond. Or good to bring up at one in the morning.
"Well, I don't know Severus I was just sleeping and it is one in the morning, afterall," Rosmerta said while she was already moving in the back, finding a glass and trying to decide what he wanted. "Butterbeer or firewhiskey?" she asked him as she pulled out another glass and poured some firewhiskey for herself. Most of the time if she was thirsty she drank herself some butterbeer, since she needed to stay sober--or at least be able to play off being sober--during the day when she was serving customers. By the time she closed up, Rosie was usually so tired she had no desire to be drinking anything, just reading a couple chapters and then sleeping to get ready for another busy day. Not really bothering to listen to his choice, Rosmerta poured Severus some firewhiskey as well. Most adults didn't bother with butterbeer, and anyways she didn't want to waste half a bottle of firewhiskey. That stuff was expensive.
Sitting down across from the stoic professor, Rosie handed him his frothing glass, while wrapping her robe a little tighter and taking a sip off her own glass. The pearly liquid burned down her throat and hit her stomach like a bomb, but it left a warmth in her mouth and her stomach that butterbeer couldn't. She took another sip and then set the glass down and leaned forward just the slightest, thin hands on the wooden table. "So tell me, what students are keeping you up out of bed til one in the morning?"
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Post by severus snape. on Aug 1, 2009 22:38:43 GMT
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the sudden warmth of the pub spread through his blood as soon as he stepped inside. it was always the right temperature in this pub, so it was definately severus' favourite. though he'd never admit it. he tended to go to places like the hogs head instead, there were less people. severus wasn't too great with people and convosations. in fact, it was quite his downfall. maybe it wouldnt have been if his childhood was so, well, so deprived and everthing he said of did was wrong.
all severus ever did was try to make everyone happy. although in return, he got the shit. he got the fucked up life that killed him on the inside. being so good at occulemency, you would expect him not to show any of this. but childhood is the hardest thing to conceal in a persons memory. those years stick out like a sore thumb, whether good or bad. maybe that is because you havent had much to remember when your that age. either way, snape had a screw up childhood. at home and at school.
the school he was so looking forward to going to. with lily. lily evans. his childhood crush, no, scratch that. love. severus was in love with that woman. he was until the end. he admired how he stood up for her son. but it made his life worse. he had nothing when lily died. nothing when 'his master' murdered her. the only person who really trusted and loved him. but yet, it was only brotherly love. and this cut him deep. why couldnt he have, for once, something special. but now he had dumbledore's trust. this made his life bareable. at least someone trusted him inside.
"Well, I don't know Severus I was just sleeping and it is one in the morning, afterall,"
he looked up at rosmerta. his black eyes dancing. then he stood up swiftly and stalked over to the bar where she was stood. "well i expect you'll enjoy sleep a bit more when your extra tired." he smirked a small amount before sitting on a barstool and leaning on his hand. "Butterbeer or firewhiskey?" came rosmerta's voice again. he sighed. he knew already. "i definately need a large, double, triple, quadruple firewhiskey." he didn't show any signs of cracking a joke at all. he just lifted up his head from his arm then said "on second thought. bring the bloody bottle." being a patient fellow he waited though his fingertips were drumming reapeatedly on the wooden surface of the bar.
a glass appeared in front of him and he immediately gulped it down. a tingly sensation fizzled in the back of his throat. he might be a teacher and therefore should create a good example, but severus sure knew how to keep a drink down. he reached for the bottle and poured his glass full. not something one should do with firewhiskey. "So tell me, what students are keeping you up out of bed til one in the morning?" snape shook his head annoyed "ive just got away from the place," he gulped down that glass, the alcohol rushed straight to his head "id rather not talk about them. this is my time." for once, severus grinned and poured another unnaturally full glass.
- - - outfit: the ususal black OBV notes: sorry XD.
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Post by rosemerta mcdonnell on Aug 3, 2009 3:09:55 GMT
 Although the things that Severus said to Rosmerta were rather rude, she let it go; a simple cock of the eyebrow and venomous look shot his way would do well enough. It was enough to deal with the cocky men in the day time, but now she had to deal with a rude customer at one in the morning? She prayed for the professor that he had money to pay for the drink, because she would not be very happy if he was expecting this to come with no price at all. Honestly this was all very new to Rosmerta; this wasn't the Severus she knew. That Severus would have probably never said a thing to her, or if he did it would be a slur against the house she was sorted in. Yet now he was here in her pub, and it was almost as if she had control over him. If she really wanted to, she could kick him out and poor the whole bottle of firewhiskey on him. Who would've objected? It was nice, and Rosmerta almost took pleasure in it, but she wasn't quite that way. Instead she thought of the quiet boy with greasy hair until the usually quiet man with greasy hair interrupted her thoughts.
"I'd rather not talk about them. this is my time."
It was certainly something that she would have never heard Severus say. He was not one to draw attention to himself, or so she remembered, and if he did it was for something he was doing. Not for himself. This side of him was something certainly different than anything he'd showed anyone in probably years, Rosie pondered. Or perhaps things were different. Maybe he'd changed. From the sounds of it though, he really hadn't. Loud whining and complaining from the students about the 'Greasy Bat' hadn't died down in recent years, really they had just gotten louder and more obnoxious.
"Oh, your time is it? And what will you be talking about, Mr. Limelight? Because I'm not going to let you into my establishment and then be deprived of human conversation," she stated in a stern voice, though her eyes said different. They were warm and cheery, although the dark rings under them spoke of a sleepy woman with an exhausting job she had to go back to in the morning. Taking another large gulp of her firewhiskey, she set it down rather loudly on the table. The corners of her vision were already starting to fog a little, and Rosmerta knew she was getting drunk. Honestly she didn't drink enough firewhiskey to have too much tolerance for it.
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