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Bibliomancer by bibliomancer [Reviews - 1]
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Spinner's End
Later That Day
Heavy curtains were drawn shut against the dying light of an early summer's evening. A sprinkling of dust covered the small desk beneath the window. And on the floor, a black leather satchel gaped open.
Seated in his favourite armchair was Severus Snape. A cup of black tea went cold at his side but he ignored it, fixated instead on the leather-bound tome in his hands. Like a good novel, Snape couldn't put it down.
Earlier that day, he had left McGonagall's office with great haste. His curiosity piqued by Adoxa Muir's file, he had traveled by means of the Floo network to Spinner's End. Arriving at his childhood home, he had surrendered himself to the notebook.
It was now well past midnight and he read on, enthralled.
September 5, 1983
Saw S.S. in the library. Why did I never notice before how he cuts such a striking figure? I find him terribly handsome now. Perhaps he changed over the summer?
November 21, 1983
Saw S.S. in Potions. His robe brushed my leg. I nearly fainted.
April 12, 1984
Awful boys tormenting me again. They dared hurt you, dear book. Wanted to hide under that tree all day, dreaming of S.S. I suspect that it is true love.
Snape choked as he read her words. That he was flattered, rather than repulsed, by her curiously reserved expression of teenage emotion, shocked him.
Amorous sentiments peppered her journal with rare moments of quiet happiness. Without them, her book would have been darker than many occult titles in Snape's own collection. Adoxa had clearly been drawn to disturbing subject matter, as evidenced by her graphic illustrations and morbid words. He recognized some of her quotes from books shelved within the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library. Other passages had more obscure origins.
Snape continued examining the carefully-penned notes and excellent illustrations, including more than a few of which he was the subject. Never before had he basked in the glow of a female student's admiration. Terror. Revulsion. Such emotions, he expected. But never desire or …
“Love,” he whispered.
“You called?” smirked Wormtail, skittering out from behind a hidden door along the far wall.
Glowering, Snape closed the book and reached slowly for his wand, secured by a special pocket in his waistcoat.
“But … but. He said,” stuttered the rodent-like man.
“I am fully aware of the Dark Lord's generous offer, although I cannot fathom why he presumed that I required an assistant.” Snape's fingers gripped the carved handle of his long, ebony wand.
Wormtail twitched nervously in the corner.
“The coast is exceedingly pleasant this time of year.” Snape rose to his feet, setting down the book and pointing his dark wand at his unfortunate 'assistant'.
“Wh … which coast … Sir?” Wormtail whimpered, backing toward the door.
“The one furthest from here! Stupefy!” he bellowed, knocking Wormtail out of the sitting room.
Hearing the man scramble to his feet and run for the front door, Snape shouted after him, “Pleasant holidays, Wormtail. And do not trouble yourself with returning in the autumn.”
As the door slammed shut, Snape pocketed his wand and sat down with a contented sigh.
“Now, where was I?” he muttered, picking up the notebook.
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Bibliomancer by bibliomancer [Reviews - 1]
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