Sev & Lucius

Breakfast with "Brother Sa'Bat" is over quickly. She's usually not glad to part with him, but today is not a usual day. She is so distressed, her mind is so unsettled that she doesn't think she'll be able to keep her breakfast down much longer. She doesn't feel like finishing her errands, but she can't just go home yet. She has to get this done, but she can not meet her Sensei like this...so she goes to the only person she knows she can talk to about this.

Therion.

Severus doesn't know why she talks to him and wishes she wouldn't, but he won't forbid it. Mainly because the daft bastard knows...

She looks at the paper in front of her as if she's afraid to touch it. There was something in the tone of his voice that makes her uneasy. "Is this going to make me angry?" She asks and he chuckles. "Oh I shouldn't think so, your lover's name's not on it." She takes a drink of her latte, barely noticing how hot it is. "Before I open it, what is it?" Roycroft half smiles and lowers his head, and his voice, just slightly. "Well, you know what a NOC list is..." he gives a little shrug and she opens the paper slowly. KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS it says at the top of the page, then below that, KOS AS INDICATED*...

Something about the way the little mare moves makes Elsbet feel very calm. Something in the feel of her body against Hasufel's makes her feel connected. Something in the sounds Hasufel makes brings a sense of peace to Elsbet's heart. And as Hasufel takes Elsbet once, twice, three times widdershins around the fountain, something in the little mare's smell makes Elsbet...

...remember.

As Hasufel strolls to the edge of the park grass and begins to walk the Great Circle, in her mind's eye, Elsbet is three again. There's a small black pony, and her parents are laughing joyously as she plays on the...

As she nears the coffeehouse she decides she's not really up for breakfast, but instead she heads over to the shop of one of her most favorite people. The witch Irena Potsblack has been the city's best dress and cloak-maker for the last fifty years, and Elsbet has always found comfort in her shop. Irena is very fond of Elsbet, and always happy to see her when she makes it in. Today though, Elsbet's appearance makes her very concerned. "My dear, what's happened? You look so sad!" Before Elsbet can say anything, Irena has hugged her, brought her into the sitting room and brought her some hot...

He makes his way slowly into the kitchen and peeks in the freezer. There's the spicy chicken and mushroom dish she fixed for him, and while he loves it, he knows it would be too much for him right now; his stomach is in knots and he needs to calm himself down. Ah, there's her ice cream, but he won't take it; he doesn't know how she can mix mint chocolate chip with pistachio almond, but somehow, it's her favorite. He finds twice-baked potatoes, which he likes very much, and...oh, there's the broccoli and cheddar stuffed chicken breasts! He remembers that meal with particular fondness, and not...

The afternoon breeze rustles through Malfoy's hair, whipping it into his face as he stands on his balcony, looking out over his vast estate. How much does this mean to him? Two days ago, he would have said 'everything', but now, he's wondering just how much it's all worth. He thinks of the tiny house and the tiny pond, and how happy Snape was, how happy Elsbet was...could he be happy with less? He walks to the other end of the balcony, smiling when he sees his white peacocks. Gods, he loves those things. How would they look with the little pond? Sighing deeply he turns to walk back into the...

He needs to sit down. All he can do stand there and stare at her. He tries to think of the best way to proceed when she asks him if he has some time. He nods and tells her he has all the time in the world, and after a moment or two, Elsbet begins to speak as a single tear slides down her cheek.

"My parents were First-Generation Americans. My father's father was Scottish, Welsh and German, his mother was Dutch. He was a little man in stature, but he was a very big man at heart. He was a very gifted wood worker; he used timber from trees that died naturally and gave it new life." She sniffles,...

As they enter the tiny bedroom Snape thinks about what Therion said about the houses being accomodating...he closes his eyes and breathes deeply, then whispers, "be what we need." The walls seem to ripple as the room expands a foot, two feet, then three; sconces emerge from the walls, lightly-scented candles form upon them and light. The bed expands to accomodate the three lovers comfortably, and becomes a work of erotic art; posts rise up at each corner of the bed and lovers of varying races cavort with each other in a myriad of sexual positions. Intrigued, Malfoy watches one of the posts...