A couple more drabbles for ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
malfoy100’s Dealings with Snape challenge, both set around the start of PS. Canon quotes in the second one are included in the wordcount.
The Quest for Knowledge
“Professor Snape?”
“Lucius. What brings you here?”
“I wanted to speak to you.”
Severus waits.
“I hear you know what Dumbledore is up to.”
But Severus is through with all that. “Preparing for the start of term, as I was until you interrupted me?”
“Preparing what, Severus? We governors have a right to know.”
Severus refuses to look surprised.
Malfoy inspects his fingernails. “Yes, I was asked to step in after Madame Grey’s accident. Terrible shame.”
“Indeed.”
Malfoy ignores the double meaning. Why shouldn’t he? He can set the rules, after all.
But this time, Severus knows how to play.
Lessons That Cannot Be Taught
“I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron…”
Lucius’ son sits up, demonstrating his understanding, eager for his teacher’s precious approval.
No, boy. I’m not your hero…
But… at least he’s not like the sheep who worship James Potter (just because he died) or his brat of a son (just because he didn’t).
“I can teach you how to bottle fame…”
If your father’s reputation isn’t fame enough…
“…brew glory…”
But at what price?
“…even stopper death.”
The boy leans forward, familiar grey eyes unfamiliarly bright.
He understands nothing.
Severus hopes he never will.
malfoy100’s Dealings with Snape challenge, both set around the start of PS. Canon quotes in the second one are included in the wordcount.“Professor Snape?”
“Lucius. What brings you here?”
“I wanted to speak to you.”
Severus waits.
“I hear you know what Dumbledore is up to.”
But Severus is through with all that. “Preparing for the start of term, as I was until you interrupted me?”
“Preparing what, Severus? We governors have a right to know.”
Severus refuses to look surprised.
Malfoy inspects his fingernails. “Yes, I was asked to step in after Madame Grey’s accident. Terrible shame.”
“Indeed.”
Malfoy ignores the double meaning. Why shouldn’t he? He can set the rules, after all.
But this time, Severus knows how to play.
“I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron…”
Lucius’ son sits up, demonstrating his understanding, eager for his teacher’s precious approval.
No, boy. I’m not your hero…
But… at least he’s not like the sheep who worship James Potter (just because he died) or his brat of a son (just because he didn’t).
“I can teach you how to bottle fame…”
If your father’s reputation isn’t fame enough…
“…brew glory…”
But at what price?
“…even stopper death.”
The boy leans forward, familiar grey eyes unfamiliarly bright.
He understands nothing.
Severus hopes he never will.
