I can't imagine that you'd mind at all

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*Mulciber lazily wipes his brow, a rather pointless action given his location. But the small sauna is a welcome refuge from the November chill and dry, crunchy leaves plaguing the sprawling lawns of the upscale leisure centre. Stretched out along a wooden bench, Mulciber drags his fingernail across the wood panel wall before readjusting his towel. He speaks with a haughty drawl as he mentions a large dinner party he was forced to attend the night before. Though he enjoyed rubbing elbows with important people, a grand majority of the night was spent bored out of his mind. The night did, however, end with what one would generally refer to as a high note.*

Mr. Corning had the right idea, but he was a bit soft when it comes to blood legislation and some of our actions. He just thinks we're at a risk for getting our own killed in the war. Bit of a worry wart if you ask me. Anyway, he started rattling on about that and by then I notice Elizabeth curling her hair around her finger like a great, vapid idiot. Honestly, Severus, she's lucky she comes from a respected family because all she has going for her is a nice arse and a decent face. I don't know how a brilliant man like Corning raised someone so bloody witless but there she was and she kept staring at me. We started talking a bit and eventually she led me to some study upstairs and she sucked me off. She was a right slut, that one. She wasn't even wearing knickers.

How was your Friday night?

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*Snape's Friday night was, naturally, a great deal less exciting. He had come home late from work, having attempted to reconcile two elixers using troll blood as a binding agent. He'd then proceeded to eat a frozen dinner and wank himself off in the shower, staring blankly ahead at the yellowing tiles. He's refused to do the deed to Lily's photograph since their last encounter, keeping her image face down under his mattress, untouched.

Snape doesn't tell Mulciber any of this. Instead he sits stiffly in only a towel and his swimming trunks, very aware that his lanky body is not only on display, but being slowly boiled. Why Mulciber enjoys this, Snape will never understand. Why he insists on joining Mulciber despite everything is something he understands even less.

At least the bruise on his nose has receded.*

I worked.

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*Mulciber's expression is blank.*

Well that's about as exciting as a bucket of flobberworms. You are in desperate need of a shag. Or at least a snog. Merlin, hand holding. Avery has some cousin visiting him. A girl cousin. Maybe you can—

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*The all-consuming heat leaves Snape's brain slightly fuzzy around the edges, which might be why he forgets one of the most important rules of awkward children worldwide: never ask.*

I don't need...charity-sex, Damien. Just how pathetic do you think I am.

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*Mulciber wrinkles his nose as he watches Snape's hair and skin drip like a fucking tap.*

Pretty fucking pathetic, actually. I've only seen her once a few years ago. She's American and...I think she has brown hair. Look, I don't know. But she's has two arms, two legs, and a gash. And she's a Pure-blood. If you don't shag her, I'm sure Evan will.

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Best leave him to it then. Unlike some, I don't need my knob suckled every other day.

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Bet you wouldn't say that if you had that Mudblood bitch around to suck you off every other day.

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*Snape's voice grows slightly louder, his ability to keep himself steely having taken a temporary hit after recent events.*

That isn't fucking relevant.

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*Mulciber raises an eyebrow and scoffs.*

Who pissed in your pumpkin juice this morning?

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*Snape flares his nostrils in a scoff, dearly wishing he was melodramatic enough today to answer "the universe".*

No one. I'm about done constantly hearing about Evans, though.

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*Mulciber peers at Snape with a slow forming smirk. He's certain there is no better time than now to discuss the incident from a few weeks ago. He'd been biding his time for the perfect opportunity, not wanting it to seem forced or waste it in the form of a drunken confession.

He adjusts his towel and continues in a neutral, conversational tone. All the while his heartbeat picks up speed.*

You wouldn't have been able to stop hearing about her if my plan succeeded. Alas, can't win them all, right?

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*Snape's voice sounds strangely thick with unelegant surprise.*

What? Your plan - ? I have no idea what the fu-

*He suddenly falls into equally unelegant silence, realization attempting to dawn, while Snape ferociously attempts to push it back.*

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*Mulciber's smile grows, looking slightly mad.*

It's a funny story, really. I got a few of our lot to attack Evans a few weeks ago. I told them where she'd be and when and to have their way with her. They seemed to enjoy themselves, wish I was there to see it...or at least the results.

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*He seems level and matter-of-fact. In fact, to an outside observer, Snape wouldn't seem troubled in the slightest. In truth, he can't even begin to process and convey the correct response to his friend's actions, so his face remains slack and his voice monotone except for that curious thickened, treacle-like quality of shock.*





You wrote the letter.

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*Mulciber's smile remains plastered across his face, which is covered in a much more presentable sheen of sweat than that of his friend's. However, his eyebrows knit and his head tilts to the side.*

Yes, a pretty clever bit of magic if I do say so myself. But...how do you know about it?

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*Disregarding Mulciber's question, Snape blinks. There's no accusation behind his next words and they are spoken with the same dulled inflection as his last.*

You framed me.

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*Mulciber notes Snape's obvious evading of his question, but ignores it for now.*

Well it sure as hell worked. They said they fucked her up real nicely. The bitch hasn't written anything since, has she? The answer is no, she fucking hasn't.

You should have seen her reply. Signing off with that "lots of love" rubbish.

*Mulciber scoffs.*

What is she, ten?

[dontbegoofy.livejournal.com]

...She signed it with - love?

*Snape grows slightly jaundice in front of Mulciber's eyes*

[whysosadistic.livejournal.com]

Yes, "lots of love." Don't spunk in your shorts.

[dontbegoofy.livejournal.com]

*It's much too hot for that - Snape feels languid in the sauna - in more ways than one. However, there's something almost hopeful in his eyes, which departs as quickly as it came. This question is even thicker than the last, as if his words are rolling down a treacle-hill collecting syrup and momentum.*




And if she'd went to the Aurors?

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*Mulciber stiffens and simply stares at Snape, hoping he doesn't look as contemplative and stupid as he really is. He can safely say he hadn't thought of that, as he was far too invested in the business of fooling Lily. Perhaps a part of him thought Lily would be too incapacitated to do anything after the attack, if not dead.

His lips thin and, eyes narrowed, Mulciber returns to a previous question.*

How did you know about the letter, Severus?

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How do you think?

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*Mulciber wrinkles his nose again and watches Snape shrewdly, chin in the air and body relaxed. But his mind is racing and his tone doesn't come out as drawled as he intended. Instead, his voice is sharp.*

Don't know. Why not just tell me?

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*Snape, finally breaks through the layer of treacle, employing the same unimpressed and slightly condescending tone of voice he reserves for discussions about the nuances of potions brewing.*

She came to my flat.

[whysosadistic.livejournal.com]

*Unsure as to how to properly react, Mulciber resorts to a crass reply.*

You mean Evans was in your flat and vulnerable and you still didn't find a way to get her out of her knickers? I'm sure she looked a right mess but you certainly had the upper hand. You could have at least did her from behind—

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*Snape still isn't yelling, but his next words come out much sharper than the tone he usually uses with Mulciber.*

Shut up. She could have done anything. She could have told Potter.

[whysosadistic.livejournal.com]

She could have had her neck snapped or her body found in pieces or worse. Honestly, Severus, be a little grateful that she was able to even drop by after a few of our lot were finished with her.

*Mulciber stretches his arms above his head, attempting to appear unconcerned about the disastrous possibilities of Snape's future. It doesn't help anyone to admit stupidity.*

[dontbegoofy.livejournal.com]

And that letter could have been found on her body just as easily. Who was it? The Carrows? Do you really think they'd be smart enough to cover your tracks?

[whysosadistic.livejournal.com]

FINE, IT WAS A BIT SHORT SIGHTED. FUCKING HELL. FINE, I DIDN'T FUCKING THINK ABOUT THAT PART. I'M FUCKING SORRY. BUT IT FUCKING GOT THE MUDBLOOD THERE IN THE END, DIDN'T IT?

*He feels his hands clenching and his lips thinning. His voice is low but clear, emphasizing words like a staccato.*

That, Severus, is just what happens to bints like her who don't know their place in our world. Who the fuck does she think she is? If I had been there...Merlin, if I had been there...

*Mulciber takes a deep breath, inhaling steam and immediately relaxing.*

So look, I'm sorry, I didn't think about you getting caught but that didn't fucking happen. You're not in Azkaban, you weren't sent to the Ministry, and Potter hasn't kicked your arse. It's pointless to think about what could have happened. Move the fuck on. Your precious Evans lived to live another day.

What the fuck did the Mudblood want anyway? Come to confront you? Ask you to heal her wounds? So many lost opportunities, Severus. Frown all you want but the facts remain.

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*Snape sneers, sweat dripping down the length of his face.*

She came because she didn't think it through. A bit like your own short-sightedness, now that you bring that up.

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