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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?

Date: 2010-11-21 09:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontbegoofy.livejournal.com
*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.

Date: 2010-11-21 11:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontbegoofy.livejournal.com
...She signed it with - love?

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

Date: 2010-11-26 09:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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?

Date: 2010-11-27 11:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontbegoofy.livejournal.com
*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.

Date: 2010-11-28 07:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontbegoofy.livejournal.com
*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.

Date: 2010-11-28 07:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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?

Date: 2010-11-28 11:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dontbegoofy.livejournal.com
*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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