#magicintheblood

This was far from civilisation, but somehow in the middle of it. The Selkies Tayle had been the bar he'd used to deal illegal potions out of, and so when he arrived this evening, the barman seemed a little surprised but gave him a polite enough nod with a gruff "no trouble, hear?". Practically a "Welcome, what would sir like?" by the standards of this place.

Eyes sweeping over the current customers, Severus made his way over to one of the tables, all of them pushed up against the crooked peeling-paint walls and crossed his arms, fixing the door with a determined gaze.

He had come some way in working out a few of the intricacies of blood magic, but to complete the requested potion he needed something more from Goyle. Not money, but it tasted of copper. Not the truth, but you wouldn't want it spilled. Not magic but it thrummed in his veins. He needed blood. Something to anchor the ward to one person or one family.

Severus had idly wondered whether slipping a little of his own into the potion would affect it, or if somehow the Muggle in him would perhaps ruin the batch. From what he could research, this blood magic only worked with magical individuals and was entirely ineffective with Muggle blood added.

SHIP MEME:

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Roderick.

Gets jealous the most: Hmm... not sure. Prolly a little more Rod.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Jess. 

Takes care of on sick days: Both, but more Jess.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Rod.

Gives unprompted massages: Jess.

Drives/rides shotgun: Jess/Rod

Brings the other lunch at work: Both.

Has the better parental relationship: Jess, I imagine. 

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Both.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Both.

Still cries watching Titanic: Both XD

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Rod.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Rod. He'd save up.

Makes the other eat breakfast: Jess.

Remembers anniversaries: Jess.

Jess.

He knew it was her before he even opened the door. Only she would show up at two o’clock in the morning without so much as a phone call beforehand. Noah rolled out of bed, staggering a few feet until he found his footing, and managed to stumble – bleary eyed – the rest of the way to the door.  

He may have had one too many beers before going to bed.

Not even stopping to consider that it might be someone looking for trouble this late at night, Noah threw open the door and turned to stumble back to the couch. “Come on in,” he tossed over his shoulder, falling onto the couch with a resounding thud.

It had been a long day.

Maybe a visit from his favorite witch would make it end a little better. Even if it was two in the morning. “You okay, darlin’? There’s beer in the fridge if you need it…” 

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