#severus 1

“First year?” he guessed, frowning at the wizard he now stood opposite.

James was riding the high of the Quidditch pre-season celebrations. He’d been able to put together a great team, and was excited for the year ahead. So much so that the sight of Severus Snape coming towards him didn’t instantly sour his mood, the way it often did. If asked, he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint one reason why he disliked the other wizard so much, but more a string of reasons that built on each other every time they interacted. “Be careful going outside today, mate. The sun’s out, we wouldn’t want you bursting into flames.”

Time: Evening, 22nd of March Place: Travers Country House Status: Closed, for @sectumsmpra

Lu spent the 22nd at home because the muscle spasms still hadn’t really stopped.

Lu was a dancer, the amount of cramps, muscle tearing and post-work-out jitters they’d lived through was indefinable. But even so, this was different. Because of this, they knew this was different. The Crucio had settled deep into their bones, and slowly but surely Lu began to understand why it was an unforgivable curse. It wasn’t so much that there was no counter-curse to them, though that was a major problem too, but it was that they attacked your being directly. Not your body, not the shell you carried around, but the thing you were. One killed who you were, the other made you forget who you were, and the third hurt who you were.

When, yesterday at the Potter Estate, Severus Snape had offered to help Lu against the curse’s after-effect, Lu had foolishly declined, thinking that their muscles would eventually get over it. But now they understood that it wasn’t that the muscle spasms were the illness, but that the muscle spasms were the symptom. 

Lu thus decided to spend their day at home. Not only did they know they wouldn’t have the strength to face the the British Pureblood Society today, not while knowing why who was missing, they also trusted these men to recognise the aftereffects of a Crucio rather easily. Not too mention that Mrs Avery had by now probably told a lot of people that Lu had kept the little Weasley boy from getting tortured. And Mrs Selwyn-Macmillan… It would not take long until she connected Atlas’ and Lu and found out about their little con…

No, Lu spent the 22nd at home because they needed to prepare their departure.