It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario. |
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I cannot vouch for the quality of it's clientele or its drink. Merely it's location, and that it possesses a phone.
[ A beat, a pause. She chooses not to answer, lest she lie. Curious. He could wrest the answer from her mind, Obliviate her later-- but that's just so brutish. If he must, he must, but -- for now, he'll see if she can be wheedled. Snape is a man who knows how to get what he wants, one way or the other, and it is only with snotty children that he prefers vinegar over honey. ]
You're not familiar with the area about Spinner's End. This is not a place that sees women of your caliber.
[ And if he thinks hard enough, he can narrow down the wizards that live near by, and eliminate which might lure a Muggle woman out for... any reason, really. What secrets they may need to keep that they'd choose Muggle company for it... hmmm. ]
[ A conundrum for later. Normally he wouldn't care, but this is much too close to his home for his comfort. ]
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How kind of you to say. You're right, I do find myself quite misplaced. Spinner's End is outside of my usual arena.
[As to her supposed caliber, she just lets herself smile. If he only knew.]
I might ask what brings you here, of course.
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[ He finds the pub as promised, though. It's a dive. A bit seedy, but it serves Snape's purpose. It is open at this hour, and it has a phone. The man behind the bar shoots him a look, one of recognition; Tobias Snape once frequented this place. He hasn't in some years-- mostly because he was dead. ]
[ The aging bartender knows his son, though, but is smart enough to still his tongue and simply defer when he says, ] The lady would would like to use the telephone.
[ It's a land line, and the phone is grubby from years of use. It's even a rotary dial. Perhaps it's telling, though, that Snape never once thought of cellphones in all this because he's wizard, alright. Little does he know. ]
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[She eyes it with distaste, but she's wearing a good pair of leather gloves, so doesn't hesitate to pick it up and call Kate to bring the car.
No sense bothering with the taxi; she's been a little suspicious of those lately, what with all the serial killing.]
It was very good of you to help me.
[She's more interested in the safe place to wait, the address to direct Kate to.]
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[ Very well then. He gives his address. ]
Your driver can meet you there.
[ Since she spoke to a Kate -- and that is likely not a cabby she knows. ]
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New destination given, she hangs up the phone and turns back to him again, looking askance.]
Where have we decided you are taking me?
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[ Terse and to the point, he glances to the bartender as he puts the phone away, nods once, and then heads out of the bar. The man mutters about that Snape boy despite that the man is obviously closer to forty than thirty; but then, the bartender is probably twice his age and change. ]
[ Snape waits outside, withdrawing a strange watch from a trouser pocket, checking the time, and then pocketing it again. ]
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[She murmurs, as she rejoins him on the step outside, blissfully ignoring the bartender.]
Irene.
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[ He doesn't ask for surnames and certainly doesn't offer. Instead he simply steps away from the pub's stoop and heads elsewhere. It's not far. (Far enough for Tobias Snape to stagger home drunk as a skunk and hit his wife and son a few times, but who was counting the steps from the bar to the house, back then?) ]
[ It's an old house; they were meant for immigrant workers in the mills, back in the day, and then for the poor locals who worked the mills after the immigrants got wind there were better opportunities elsewhere. Corner unit. Narrow as all hell and with nothing resembling modernity about it. Inside? It will be worse. ]
[ He opens the door without producing a key. It was unlocked - apparently he has no fear of whatever may lurk in this neighborhood... and rest assured, things lurk. ]
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She smiles instead, and consents to step inside. If she's perturbed by the surroundings it doesn't show at all.]
I'm sorry to infringe on your home. My girl is on her way.
[She peels away the shawl once she's inside, and the gloves off her delicate hands, turning a polite smile on him rather than letting herself glance about any longer.]
A pleasure to meet you, Severus.
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[ He does not exchange pleasantries. Instead, he simply says: ]
Things will be easier here, besides. You were tailing someone to a bad part of town. Worse, a wizard part of town. I should like to know who, and why.
And don't dissemble with me. I will know if you lie to me.
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[Oh look. Irene has accidentally gone home with a lunatic. She takes two quick steps backwards, in case he turns out to be a violent schizophrenic as well as apparently believing in magic.
It's unusual she misreads someone this badly.]
Perhaps I'll wait outside for the car, dear.
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The sign posts swam a bit when you looked at them. A common enough enchantment. To blur the world from Muggle eyes.
Again: You were tailing someone. Who were they, and what were they to you?
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They swam. The candles don't, however, nor do the locks. She doesn't quite believe what he's saying, but the illusion is so thorough it speaks to a control of the situation she needs to be just as leery of.]
If you must know, I was following a client. Professional ethics forbid me saying more than that, and even if they didn't, he did not visit me using his own name. Which is precisely why I was following him, before he gave me the slip, so there's little else to say.
[Irene's mind is a mess of wheels within wheels. None of what she says is a lie, nor is it the full truth. She lights it with indignation and belief, though, and perhaps the only real deception is that she's letting him think that all she is is a woman of ill repute.]
I don't suppose you'd like to dispel with the posturing and explain exactly what you're talking about?
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He is putting you -- and himself -- in grave danger. Our worlds do not cross over well. [ And neither do their politics. ]
Appearance? Not that one cannot disguise it, but it will be a lead.
I am trying to find someone who is putting himself-- and an innocent woman--at risk when our world teeters at the brink of war. If he happens to be a man that thinks with his prick and has nothing more of value, so be it.
[ But the only other wizard in the area is Wormtail. He doubts that Irene would touch him, even for all the money in the world, but she could be manipulated, bespelled... foul, but Peter Pettigrew is the lowest of the low. There are no depths to which he could sink that would really surprise Snape. ]
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[Eyebrows arching politely.]
Or shall I strike him off my roster and go my way?
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[ He does not enjoy legilimency in such a fashion. It leaves him with a sour taste in his mouth, for a time when he did so willingly for his Dark Lord. ]
[Now, it just makes him feel vile. A necessary evil, to keep an idiot boy safe. No more and no less. He doesn't want to have to find out if Pettigrew's endangering everything, but ... again. Ugly, necessary evils. ]
That would be wise, regardless.