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Lily spotted Severus on the other side of the café, brooding over a mug of black coffee, and glaring suspiciously out through the steam. He had both hands wrapped around the sides of the mug, and it looked as though it was only the heat from his grip that was making the coffee steam. Perhaps it was. Perhaps he was passing a warming charm through the porcelain. She wouldn't have blamed him. They served the coffee so cold in this place, and Severus didn't often have a chance to let off steam.    

She sat beside him without saying a word, and blew on her own coffee. It hardly made a dent in the froth. She positioned the mug in front of her lips and breathed it in, letting her eyes drift closed. The room was so warm. It was like being in a Turkish bath. The café smelt of coffee, hot milk and spices – fried fat, too, of course, but there was no avoiding that in a northern greasy spoon. And the whole place resonated with a feeling of barely suppressed excitement. The shoppers were tired and soaked and annoyed, but these ordeals were just familiar rituals, leading up to all the eating, drinking and gift-unwrapping that constituted Christmas. All that wouldn't have been so special if you didn't have to suffer for it.       

Severus didn't seem in a hurry to talk either. He drank his coffee with shuddering enthusiasm: it obviously made him angry, but he couldn't seem to stop. Lily smiled and shut her eyes, trying to preserve this image of him. Barbed and smouldering. If you found a place that wouldn't sting you, it burnt you.

But she'd missed him – the marble-hard eyes and permanent scowl; the way she could sometimes soften his eyes and smooth his forehead, if she could get him talking about potions or magical theory.

Besides, her spirits were uncrushable this Christmas. She wanted to plant kisses in all the frown-lines and furrows on his face. She wanted to laugh out loud at his scowl.

That would only provoke him, of course. She was always trying to curb her natural exuberance to make him happy. You had to toe the line for Severus. Cover him with kisses and he would only slope off into the shadows, muttering about hysterical women. Or that was the way it seemed, anyway. The idea that he might drink up those kisses like a thirsty plant had never entered her head.  

"It hasn't changed since the first time we came here," she said.  

He raised his eyebrows. "They certainly haven't wiped the tables since then."

Lily had learned to tune out most of his criticism. "You remember the hot chocolate we had that night?" she mused quietly.  

Severus grimaced into his mug. "One tepid, tasteless drink is much the same as another."

She rolled her eyes. "Just because it's not Columbian-roasted or sprinkled with edible gold, like Malfoy's coffee. Just because it hasn't cost an innocent House Elf an hour of back-breaking labour."

His face thawed a little, and he treated her to one of his strange, exasperated smiles. "Two hours," he said. "At least. You wouldn't believe it."  

Lily blew a rebellious dent into her cup of froth. "Well, I like this."

"Bland sweetness?" he asked. "Of course you do. You're friends with Mary MacDonald, aren't you?"  

She flashed him an indignant frown. But 'flashed' was the operative word. She couldn't keep it in place for long. She was too excited.

They'd come here on the night before September 1st 1971, the night before they took the Hogwarts Express for the first time. They had stood on tiptoes, poured all their change onto the counter, asked for two hot chocolates, and received two muddy-sweet hot waters. And Severus had hunched over his mug in just the same way, with those suspicious black eyes peering out through the steam. He had told her stories – the kind that transfigured his surly, frowning face into a whole world of expressions. When she was listening to his stories, she always got the feeling that this withdrawn, expressionless boy represented every person who had ever existed.  

Lily had listened, enthralled. She was bewildered by the sudden passion, which was worlds away from the shrugging, slouching, cynical boy she knew. He looked almost fanatical in those moments. It unsettled her. It made her heart beat faster.

Before she had met up with him that night, she had known something was going to happen. She was all packed; her case was standing in the hall, at the bottom of the stairs – covered in name tags, because her mother was nervous about one of her children living away from home for the first time.

She had felt silly, even then, packing cauldrons and cloaks with silver fastenings. She still half-expected it all to be a dream. The way Severus talked, it sounded like a dream. You could tell that he'd been dwelling on all these little details – the train from Platform Nine and Three Quarters, the broomsticks, the spell-books, the chocolate frogs – with all the force of his over-active imagination. There was something in his voice when he spoke about them that suggested they were the only things that had been keeping him alive. It all seemed too real, too good, too certain to disappoint him.    

Lily navigated her way through the world in relation to other people. She knew where she was supposed to be, based on where they were. Need created a sort of vacuum that drew her in, but it had never pulled her in two different directions before. That night, she knew that Tuney was having hysterics in her bedroom – and the potency of all that misery had almost got its hooks into her – when she felt the equally strong pull of Snape's tightly-coiled, convoluted sorrow.

You wouldn't have thought so much anger could fit into such a skinny little boy. There was definitely magic involved. And, for some reason, she had decided to follow that instead, all the way down the stairs and out of the front door.  

When she stepped out into the evening, she had felt as though she was closing the door on childhood. Of course, Severus had had it slammed in his face years ago. When she walked up to him, she had the feeling he'd been shivering on the pavement, waiting for her, for years.  

She imagined him giving her that look of fond exasperation he was so good at, and muttering: "Oh, so you're finally ready? I've been here for bloody ages." She imagined that fond frown cracking the layer of frost that had settled on him. When they started walking, she amused herself with the idea that he was surreptitiously shaking off icicles.    

And she had felt a childish impulse to take his hand, but that would have only embarrassed him – or disgusted him. It was difficult to tell with Severus.  

She watched him brooding over his coffee now, as though it was a cauldron full of potion. He seemed to be drinking up the steam – probably because he was too disgusted to drink any of the actual coffee.

She had seen him like this so often. He looked peculiarly alive when he was bathed in the steam from his potions, lit from beneath by their weird, unearthly glow. There was no more weariness, sarcasm or jaw-clenching exasperation. All his defences were down. It was one of the few times when he could bear to shut his eyes.

She had often thought – in a sheepish, guilty way – about catching him in one of those trances, and massaging his bony shoulders, or whispering in his ear. But she was afraid of the shoulders hunching defensively; the muscles tightening beneath her hands and breaking her thumbs; the sarcastic comments stinging her into a blushing, stuttering mess. When was it safe to approach Severus Snape with genuine emotions?

"Are you thinking about what an awful lot of humanity's ills could be cured by dropping a bomb on Manchester?" she asked playfully.

He raised his eyebrows. "Well, you've cleaned it up a lot, but that's the basic gist, yes."

"You don't see it, do you?"

"See what?"

"All the little kindnesses and courtesies!" she insisted. "All the little strategies people have for making these situations bearable!"

"What, you mean pushing each other over?"

Lily laughed. "You Slytherins have the weirdest ideas."

She got up and settled down on the seat next to him. This was a daring thing to do, because he usually shrugged away from physical contact of any kind. But today, he seemed to be in a mood to tolerate her.

"You see that woman down there?" she said, pointing. "The one in the purple anorak?"


"She's just bought one of those bird-whistles from the street-vendor because everyone else was ignoring him. She hasn't even got any kids."

"You can tell that?"

"Of course. Look at her. Nobody who's had kids looks that serene."

"I think she just wanted a bird-whistle. Maybe she's an Ornithologist."

"And that man standing on the street corner just opened the shop door for that woman."

"He probably fancies her."

"He's married. You can see the wedding ring."

"So he wants to cheat on his wife," said Snape evenly.


Snape shrugged. "It happens," he said innocently. "In fact, it's more amazing when it doesn't."

"Another Slytherin assumption with no basis in fact," she said coolly.  

"If, by fact, you mean evidence – and I realize that's an unusual semantic link for a Gryffindor – then there's plenty of basis. Most of my friends' parents are divorced."

"That's because they're Slytherins," she said lightly.

Severus paused, obviously waiting for her to elaborate on that. She didn't.

"Are you saying," he began slowly, " – and you'd better have some pretty impressive reasoning to back this up, or you're walking home on your own tonight – that Slytherins are more likely to get divorced than Gryffindors?"

Lily giggled. "What I'm saying," she protested, laughing, "is that Slytherins are taught to – you know – do what works for them… in a relationship situation…" She trailed off under Snape's severe gaze and blushed.  

"What they've been taught," he said emphatically, "is that, just because someone makes outlandish promises, that doesn't mean you can trust them. People discard delusional concepts like honour at their earliest convenience."

"So the Slytherins want to discard theirs first?" she asked innocently.

Snape glared at her. "No, the Slytherins don't make any promises."

"The Slytherins are so afraid of being called hypocrites that they never make any commitments at all?"

"Are you being stupid on purpose?" Snape demanded.

She giggled at this familiar insult, and managed – with difficulty – to straighten her face. "Face it, Sev – if you really believed that people were incapable of being faithful to each other, you wouldn't be so disgusted when they weren't. If you accepted it, you wouldn't be complaining. You want me to be right."    

He closed his eyes wearily. "That doesn't mean you are."

Snape had taken to staring out of the window, trying to do as little breathing as possible. The condensation had trickled down the glass, forming little pools on the windowsill, and he tried not to think about the fact that this water had come from the inside of human lungs.

It was disgustingly close and intimate in here. He didn't want to breathe the same air as these people. He didn't know where they'd been. And, if he started to imagine where they'd been, it got so much worse.

You couldn't run away from Christmas in the muggle world, unless you went to Spinner's End. Snape's house was unaffected by the seasons, or the years. His mother collected a few more bruises and a few more wrinkles every time he came home, but nothing else ever changed. The whisky fumes and festering resentment were getting increasingly difficult to breathe.

So he escaped with Lily, as far as escape was possible. They didn't have much money. Muggle currency didn't go very far in the wizarding world, because the exchange rate was crippling. And Lily seemed to like these steamy, crowded places, where chattering girls and crying babies dangled on his frayed nerves. She could draw out the energy from these scenes, while leaving all the close, clammy chaos behind her. It was strange, but it was worth it to see her in a place that wasn't infected with the Potters and Petunias of the world.

She'd bought herself a frothy coffee and a mince pie. Severus had bought the least complicated drink he could think of: a mug of black coffee. He didn't want to pander to the frivolity of the place. He objected on principle to the shots of flavoured syrup, the dustings of cinnamon and cocoa powder, the wobbling piles of cream. It was as fake as the tinny Christmas music pouring through the café's loud-speakers. It was so… Gryffindor.  

She was blowing on her coffee, balancing it in front of her lips, in what might have been a gesture of shyness. He could still see she was smiling: the pretty wrinkles around her eyes confirmed it, but he couldn't see her lips. Where was her mind right now, he wondered? He always felt an inexplicable prickle of jealousy when he saw her smiling in solitude. He could keep her body away from creeps like Potter – some of the time – but not her mind. Maybe she was dreaming of spectacular Quidditch moves, two-minute Snitch-captures, or the teetering piles of Galleons in Potter's vault at Gringotts.

But he knew her better than that. If she was dreaming about Galleons, she was dreaming about handing them out. If she was dreaming about two-minute Snitch captures, she was dreaming about all the house points Gryffindor was going to get from them. That made Potter a necessary evil, and Severus wasn't happy about the 'necessary' part.  

But there had to be something selfish at her core: a melting centre, like one of those caramel chocolates. There had to be something she wanted. Everyone was looking for it – the pervy Quidditch players who spent their evenings drooling all over her – the creepy members of her magical ethics club – even Slughorn, who was creepy and pervy, who drooled all over her and told her about the history of magical legislation at the same time. It was an unnerving combination.  

"Tell me about your best Christmas," she murmured, still hiding her mouth behind that over-sized cup of coffee.   

Severus grimaced and glanced out of the window. "When I was seven, my dad passed out at about nine o'clock on Christmas morning. Me and mum got to spend the rest of the day in peace. That was quite a good one."

He remembered how quiet they had been. They had made a game out of it – talking in whispers, tip-toeing around as they set the table. Every clink of cutlery had made his heart race. And it didn't matter that it was sure to end badly. It didn't matter that dad would shout the ceiling down as soon as he discovered they'd let him sleep through Christmas. It was worth it.

He looked back at Lily, and felt a sudden lurch of alarm. Tears had been rolling silently down her cheeks, dripping into her coffee.

There was a moment – before he regained his balance – when he wanted to shout at her. He felt bitterly humiliated. He felt as though he should put up some kind of a plaque. 'On this spot in 1976, a woman first pitied Severus Snape. She would not be the last'. He'd been so stupid to be enticed by all those smiles – all that confidence – into giving her an honest answer.  

He was disgusted with himself, and that made his next remark sharper than he'd meant it to be.

"Don't be so melodramatic, Lily. It happens all the time."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" she asked sullenly, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.

Severus didn't answer. He just watched her as she sniffed and tried to tidy herself up. She wiped a hole in the condensation and then stared out of the window in hot, red-eyed confusion. Severus thought about how happy she'd been a moment ago, and felt sick.      

"Don't tell me," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm – but the friendliest sarcasm he could muster, "your best Christmas was when you discovered how creative your sister could be, or how good your dad was at carving turkeys."

He hated it when she listed other people's good qualities. First of all, he was jealous that she was admiring them, and not him. Secondly, he knew these people to be objectively, empirically, indisputably stupid, and the fact that she could find something to like about them was infuriating.

"I guess it's this one," she said sullenly, staring into her coffee. "Tuney's talking to me again. She's happier than she's been in ages. She's writing the gossip column in her school newspaper now. It turns out, she's really good at it. She's exposed several scandals already. The President of the Chess Club had to resign."

Severus laughed. He hadn't meant to, but the way she could always find something nice to say about her spiteful sister was adorable.

He pulled his chair closer to her, without really knowing what he was going to do. He wanted to grab her hand, or give her an affectionate shove, or gulp down her tear-seasoned coffee – anything that involved some kind of physical contact. But he was scared. Even the shove would involve more affection than he felt comfortable showing in public, and the thing with the coffee was just mental. Instead, he asked:

"What did he do? The President of the Chess Club?"

Lily frowned. "I think it was something about smoking in the toilets. He's supposed to be a role model, you see."

"Yes, I can't think of a more respected member of the school community than the President of the Chess Club."

Lily's face assumed the strained expression it always wore when she was trying to find a reasonable way to defend her sister's idiocy. "Well, their school's different from ours."

Severus – who, in many ways, understood Petunia Evans better than Lily ever would – said: "That's the problem, isn't it?" which was one hundred per cent true, but vague enough not to be too offensive.

"It makes her happy, and she's good at it," Lily replied with a pout. "Leave her alone."

Snape spread his hands innocently. "I didn't say anything."

"Good." She sniffed haughtily. "Keep it that way."


"Until I say so." Her face thawed a little, probably because she had just replayed that last comment in her head and realized how McGonagall-like she'd sounded. "I'm just happy that she's happy, that's all."

Severus wondered how far that would go. Would she be happy when Petunia was writing letters to her local MP, trying to get gay couples thrown out of her neighbourhood? Would she say: "Well, at least it's keeping her busy. And this penmanship's very impressive'? Would she be happy when Petunia was spraying graffiti onto the front doors of foreign immigrants and single-mothers? "Well, at least it's getting her out of doors."

And why couldn't she ever be happy for him when he was doing something she disapproved of?

It was funny but, when he was with Lily, he liked the things they didn't say as much as the things they did. Every conversation with her was like tip-toeing through a minefield. It was like laying the table for Christmas dinner while trying not to wake his dad. There was so much he had to avoid saying – so many sentences he had to soften, or edit, or bite back. And he had to do all this while trying not to stare down her top. It was exhausting.

But it was exciting too. He would never be able to explain why that Christmas with his mother had been the best Christmas ever – why happiness spent in the shadow of imminent unhappiness was the best feeling in the world. Nobody would ever understand it. He wasn't even sure he understood it. But his conversations with Lily recaptured some of that. They always felt like the calm before the storm – like an oasis in the desert that was rapidly drying up and making the little water that was left all the sweeter.
Some meandering Sev/Lily conversation, as an early birthday present for my friend *northangel27 (And I'm sorry it's early, but I was afraid I wouldn't get a chance to post it tomorrow, because of work. BTW, topless Sev brewing potions is on its way, but the muse was being sulky, so I let him keep his shirt on! ;)) I guess this chapter takes place before the action of the main story.

The next instalment is nearly ready, and I'm sorry it's been taking so long. Thanks to everyone who has been encouraging and patient with me! :hug:

P.S. I've just remembered that this is my 100th chapter! :party:
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museismymuse Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2011
Excellent writing! Definitely captured both their personalities well, and I like how you emphasize the sharp contrast between the two and how well aware they are of their differences. Great work!
ls269 Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2011
Thank you so much! :hug: I'm really happy you liked it! I love writing Sev/Lily conversations - they're very different people, but they seem to complete each other, in some weird way! It's like he needs her to stop him from succumbing to absolute cynicism, and she needs him to stop her from being way too naive! They're adorable characters! :heart:
Artygal Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I heard about this story from lilyhbp, I have to say, Beautiful Writing, the flow of the story is really well done.

Theres alot of appreciation for their friendship here and you've written it very carefully. (thats a compliment) :)

I loved how you portrayed a young Severus, I think its so in character, he's really a shadow of his older self here :)

I liked how he's very upfront and direct with Lily, but at the same time he's also very hesitant, unsure of himself, hates busy, crowded've pointed out things that JK has sort of skimmed over with this character but are definitely traits of Severus, which what makes him an intriguing character :D Excellent work :aww:
ls269 Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2010
Thank you! :hug: It means a lot to me to hear that you enjoyed this story! I know exactly what you mean - it was the parts of Snape's character that J.K. Rowling hinted towards that made me want to write fan-fiction, because there was such a wealth of detail there waiting to be explored! There are many more chapters about young Sev in my gallery, if you're interested (I'm way too obsessed with his character, but I have a lot of fun writing about him! :))

Thanks again for your kind comments, I really appreciate them! :tighthug:
Book-worm24 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2010  Student Writer
"They always felt like the calm before the storm – like an oasis in the desert that was rapidly drying up and making the little water that was left all the sweeter."

I just clicked onto this from a link from a drawing of Lily and Severus. And I'm glad I did. This is beautifully written. As I was reading this I wanted to cry because I wished that this couple would have been canon. I love Severus/Lily. You did a fantastic job of this. =)
ls269 Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2010
:hug: :) Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading this! I love writing about Severus and Lily (especially their arguments! ;)). Hey, if you liked this, there is lots more in my gallery (I'm so in love with this couple that I've been writing fan-fiction about them ever since the Deathly Hallows came out!)

Thanks again for your comment, I really appreciate it. :tighthug:
Steph501 Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2010
I love this esp the back and forth detailing Severus' and Lily's thoughts during the conversation! Bravo!
ls269 Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2010
Thank you so much! :hug: :) I'm glad you liked it! I love these two characters, so it was fun to examine their different points of view.
sindie11 Featured By Owner May 12, 2010
I truly enjoy your writing. You have a wonderful and gifted way with words. I think you're one of the best fanfic writers I've read, and I have a high standard.

This was brilliant. I love, love, love how you portray Severus and Lily!
ls269 Featured By Owner May 13, 2010
Thank you so much! :hug: I can't tell you how much that means to me! I've really needed cheering up this morning, so it was wonderful to see your comment. I'm completely addicted to writing about Severus and Lily, so this chapter was a lot of fun to write!
sindie11 Featured By Owner May 13, 2010

Aw, I'm glad my little comment brought you cheer! Be happy! :)
CreativeLittle1 Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2010
Gah - I loved every sentence of this story! You're making Lily seem more real than she's ever seemed to me. Superb characterisation.
ls269 Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2010
:dance: Yay! Thank you! I'm so happy you liked Lily's character here. Sometimes I worry that I idealize her too much, because I usually write from Sev's perspective and Sev sees her as pretty much perfect! But her unfortunate habit of defending her sister is a flaw, I guess. ;)
evyheartway Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2010
ls269 Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2010
:hug: :) :glomp:
evyheartway Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2010
Vizen Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2010
Philosophical once more time.

Happiness spent in the shadow of imminent unhappiness is the best feeling in the world.
evyheartway Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2010
ls269 Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2010
Sigh... poor Sev... it's the only happiness he ever gets! Thank you for reading, Bea! :heart: :hug:
FlameoftheWest7 Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2009
Happy 100th! I'm so glad you're back--I've been waiting for a new post!

Severus' best Christmas memory was, sadly enough, absolutely perfect for him, poor thing! You described it intimately in all its painful particulars--and though it makes your heart break, it's really well conceived.

I absolutely loved the descriptions of how different characters prefer their coffee! Straight black is certainly the only choice for Sev, but I love how disgusted he is by the fluffy, sugary add-ons. Malfoy's favored brew is likewise perfect; I would expect no less from him!
ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2009
:giggle: I can imagine Malfoy's afternoon coffee being brought to him on silver-trays by a whole parade of house elves! It would be a proper ceremony. Poor Sev would have been dazzled (and probably a little bit disgusted ;))
I'm with Lily on the coffee question - I love the most sugary, frothy, milky drinks available! And I get so excited every year when Starbucks bring out their red cups!
dronarron Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009
Severus didn't often have a chance to let off steam.

Aaaaaa! Puns?! That's not on! You're a bad girl! :rofl:

"It hasn't changed since the first time we came here," she said.
He raised his eyebrows. "They certainly haven't wiped the tables since then."


When she walked up to him, she had the feeling he'd been shivering on the pavement, waiting for her, for years.

Oh... *sniff*... Sev... *blinks tears*

"Of course. Look at her. Nobody who's had kids looks that serene."


he tried not to think about the fact that this water had come from the inside of human lungs.

Weird thought, isn't it? Someone on my LJ flist posted the other day on his thoughts about how we're basically all made of meat, and so breathing was characterized as "squeezing air through your meat". what an image. ;)

two-minute Snitch-captures

pssst, James is a Chaser. At least in the book. ;) (I can only suppose they changed it in the film because then it would seem cooler and more "destined" for Harry to be a Seeker.)

the creepy members of her magical ethics club

Interesting how he thinks her friends are creepy just as she does his.

the friendliest sarcasm he could muster

Ha! I know this tone; I use it myself. I think lots of people don't believe it exists, but for me it really can be a way of expressing affection. It's like play-biting. It's sometimes less friendly of me if I don't do it because that means I don't want to play with you right now.

And why couldn't she ever be happy for him when he was doing something she disapproved of?


topless Sev brewing potions is on its way

Wait, what now? I missed this promise!

I guess this chapter takes place before the action of the main story.

Um... does everything have to be part of the one story?
Nynaeve-3 Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2009
pssst, James is a Chaser. At least in the book.

No, only in the interview. In the books we were never told. It seems weird, though, that JKR called him a Chaser, since he was playing with a Snitch and doodling a Snitch and Lily's initials in Snape's Worst Memory. Why that obsession with Snitches, if he wasn't a Seeker?
dronarron Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2009
Because they're iconic of Quidditch more than a Quaffle is? *shrug*

I was sure it was in the book but I can't find a cite for it, no.
Nynaeve-3 Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2009
It isn't in the books, only in this interview.
dronarron Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2009
Yes, thank you, she's already corrected me on that. When I couldn't find it in my etexts I went looking for the site on the Lexicon and found the interview. My take on "interview canon" is that as long as it's about a fact and not an interpretation (e.g., James's Quidditch position is a fact; Snape being a horrible person is interpretation) and doesn't contradict anything already in the books, then we can accept it as also canon.
Nynaeve-3 Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2009
After reading your comments on Snapedom I will never speak to you anymore.
dronarron Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2009
Umm... okay? I'm sorry if I've said something to offend you. I've hardly said anything on Snapedom recently so I'm not sure what the issue is here.
ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2009
Severus didn't often have a chance to let off steam
:giggle: I can't help filling this story with lame jokes! It's like the Rosier spectacles thing. My favourite one was when the film The Hills have Eyes II came out, and I said it should be called 'The Hills also have Eyes'. I thought this was the funniest thing in the world, but my boyfriend (a proper comedian) was unimpressed!
Lol about the "squeezing air through your meat". That's an image I won't forget in a hurry!
I totally agree with the friendly sarcasm thing - there are many levels of sarcasm, and some of them can be tender and sweet. I don't think Snape specializes in this brand, but I think he'd bring it out every once in a while for Lily (my, that sentence sounds strange... ;))
The topless Sev brewing potions came from a conversation I had with *northangel27 on my last journal, where we were thinking how good it would be if Snape was shirtless in the HP books all the time, but it was never explained or alluded to!
I like the idea of shirtless potion-brewing - he would probably get splashed with boiling potions, but it would be a more primal piece of magic - being shirtless in a steamy room, allowing his sweat to trickle off his brow into the cauldron!
I thought it would be fun to write about this for her birthday, but Severus didn't agree, so we have a fully clothed Sev in a steamy cafe instead! ;)
Melorik Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009

I can understand Sev having to restrain himself around the likes of Potter, the Death Eaters, Dumbledore, and so many others but..... bad coffee?! It's just unconscionable. The guy must be Superman to refrain from burning down the establishment ;)

On a more serious note. Nice little fic you have here. Goes well with the holiday spirit and all.

I'm thinking though, seeing as how Sev has been making a rather large effort this last year to be good, I think he deserves a very good christmas present.

*Conjures up images of Lily, Mistletoe, and a rooftop* :D

Till next time,

ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2009
:dance: Oh, that would be good! Mistletoe and Lily in the rooftop garden. A proper Christmas present for our constantly-exasperated hero!
And I guess, since he has to restrain himself around Potter, the Death Eaters and Dumbledore, he's allowed to vent his anger when he gets bad coffee! Scenes of carnage should have ensued!
I'm so glad you liked the fic. :hug: New chapter coming soon, although it sadly doesn't consist of Sev and Lily and mistletoe! :(
Melorik Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2009

*Fiendfyre on the Coffee shop*

I was actually thinking of the mistletoe scene after the whole deal with the Boggart is resolved...besides.. it's not Christmas yet so he next chapter would've been too soon :p


While Sev and Lily let their Christmas eve spill over into their Christmas morning ;).... Santa made sure to bring gifts to all the other boys and girls.

To Jen Morgan, a single and simple mirror was left with a note: "The cause of, and the answer, to all your problems".

For Potter and the Marauders, a heavy duty hair brush was found. It didn't last long :p

and finally, for the Death Eaters, Santa saw that a lump of coal simply would not suffice for those of their stature. It was thus on Christmas morning, when they all awoke, did they find the biggest gift box they had ever seen.

They all fought over it tooth, nail and wand until finally only the greediest of the lot stood exhausted, yet victorious. Thus as he opened his box, he was greeted with the a most appropriate gift:

There, among all the carnage and shredded wrapping paper stood one bone cracking, jaw dropping, muscle-notted and smiling Invincible Muggle. And in that moment the Death Eater realized the irony of it all.... that they had all fought not for who wold get the gift... but for who would BE the gift.

"Merry Christmas Bruiser" :D

There ya go, that's my take on the Lucy-verse Christmas. Hope it gives you some comfort and joy ;)


ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2009
:rofl: I love it! I can just see him among all the carnage and wrappings, grinning! Thank you! :hug: Hey, you should write a Christmas chapter set in the Lucy-verse! (or the Potter-verse, as it is, unfortunately, known to everyone else ;))
karabaja Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009
This is a wonderful, beautiful story! So much of Sev's surly, snarky self; and so emotional and intense! :-) :clap:
ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009
Thank you so much, I'm happy you liked it! :hug: I love to write about surly, snarky Sev! They're my favourite of all his personality traits! :heart:
karabaja Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009
So is mine! it's so irresistable! I guess we're a bit on the weird side, are we not? :-)
ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2009
I think it's the people who like the proper heroes who are a bit on the weird side! ;)
karabaja Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2009
Really, I've never managed to understand those people! Okay, ';proper' heroes are good and honorable and blahblah...that I do understand. But they are generally so BORING! So sickeningly shallow! As soon as you read a few lines about them, you already know everything about his/her character; there's no surprise in their actions, no unpredictable turns; what you see is what you get...and worse- they are ALL just the SAME, they all have identical character traits. Just like soap opera characters- as if it's an incarnation of a same person over and over again! :puke:
ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2009
I totally agree! The heroes are always boring characters to me, especially Harry. Where's the THINKING, Mr Potter? ;) :giggle:
Nynaeve-3 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009
Great story! It's so cute that Lily thinks that her displays of affection will frighten and embarrass Severus.
ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009
Thank you! :hug: These characters are so cute when they're young! :) And poor Sev doesn't exactly look as though he would welcome displays of affection. He's his own worst enemy, really!
Veronika-Art Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2009
why happiness spent in the shadow of imminent unhappiness was the best feeling in the world.

IT`s just beautiful Lucy, I usually don`t know what to say about a story, I am sorry that is all I can say... it touched my heart deeply ! :heart:
ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009
Thank you so much! :hug: It means a lot to me to know that you liked it! :heart:
northangel27 Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks so much :glomp:. So sweet. Some great insights into Severus and Lily's characters (I always love your writing for that!), and I literally loled more than once. Especially at this:

"There was so much he had to avoid saying – so many sentences he had to soften, or edit, or bite back. And he had to do all this while trying not to stare down her top. It was exhausting."

Oh, and congratulations on your 100th chapter! :party:
ls269 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009
:dance: I'm so glad you liked it! It was written in a bit of a Christmas rush, so I sympathized with Sev's frustration! ;)
northangel27 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:hug: I really did!
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