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From Adrian Pucey (dark_at_heart) because I'm in the mood to either fulfil prurient interest and/or flesh out a bit more of Severus' character. *grins* (Though my icon may give you a clue as to Severus' feelings about this sort of thing.)


Ask my pup (and/or the mun) about each or any combination of the following:

1. Friends.
2. Sex/porn.
3. Music.
4. Drugs.
5. Love.
6. LiveJournal.
7. Happiness.
8. The Future.

No matter how risque, no matter how personal or without tact the question is, the muse or mun will answer. Also, please specify if this is ICly known, and any conditions on the knowledge requested. This is important as it will effect how the question(s) are answered.

Severus let himself sink into the deliberate motions of potion-making, allowing the odd emotions the Doctor had raised in him to settle. The Doctor was certainly the oddest man he had met while here and he did include Dexter in that list. Though considering the Doctor was an alien he supposed that was to be expected. He just hadn't been ready for the man's odd resemblance, personality-wise, to Albus. It had been disconcerting to say the least and about the last he'd needed with those wounds still so close to the surface.

He hoped that the Doctor would be able to find out what was keeping them here. It was a good idea. Perhaps if they knew what was keeping them here, they could circumvent it in some way. As much as he found this place... somewhat soothing, he regrettably could not stay here. With Albus' death, his task became even more critical and as much as he despised the Potter brat, he hated the Dark Lord even more.

The step-by-step process of brewing was soothing however and he soon found himself absorbed in it. Potion-making had always been his escape and his own form of meditation as well as being his metier and chief joy. It was why he found teaching Potions to be so frustrating. Watching idiots like Longbottom destroy a perfectly good potion or watching fools like Potter and Weasley squander their abilites was enough to make him tear his hair out. It was just a pity that the Granger girl had ended up in Gryffindor. Had she been in Ravenclaw he would not have needed to be so hard on her. He was sure she was capable of learning when and where to ask a question and without her insufferable know-it-all attitude and a proper Ravenclaw studiousness, he would have found her to be a remarkable student.

At least when he'd been permitted to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts he hadn't had so much vested in it. After all, he had only been given the position because of the moves that the Dark Lord had made. Albus had wanted to allow him to do what he could to get closer to the Dark Lord's inner circle.

He sighed with satisfaction as he added the last of the chopped liver. He gently stirred the potion clockwise and waited for the colour change that would indicate that the sliced slugs needed to be added.

EDIT: OOC: Just redating this so that it gets bumped back up my post list. Don't want to lose track of it.

The mun speaks...

I will be off on holidays for the next couple of weeks (probably back somewhere around the 5/6th of January) so Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone.

rubicks_complex, not sure what you want to do with the thread. I probably won't have any internet connection while I'm away and we have just reached an interesting bit so perhaps... put it on hiatus if that won't spoil anything else you've got going?

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Reverend Lord Severus the Woebegone of Old Throcking in the Hole Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Mun: *rolls on the floor laughing* Well... you insist on wearing black all the time!

Severus: *scowls* Idiotic fool of a mun! *stalks off muttering under his breath*

And in a great irony, as I post my latest entry onto dark_desert_hwy, what starts playing on the radio but that somewhat grim tune, Hotel California.

Who says there isn't any irony in the world?

*smiles wryly*