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WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!

Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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[ Tonks closes her mouth. ]

Yeah, well... Have you seen yourself?

[ It is truly a great pity that Tonks does not have a camera on her person. Elsewise, she would have taken his picture. ]

There is a mirror in the hotel room I'm using for the weekend, Tonks.

[Go ahead. Mock him. He dares you.]

[ You're talking to the wrong relative of Andromeda's Snape. Except for a few incidents in the corridors of Hogwarts involving an over-sized cape and the use of Tonks' metamorphmagus skills, she's not the sort to mock another person's appearance. At least when, so far, Snape hasn't done anything to her.

At least, not yet. ]

You look nice.

[ Anyway! ]

Are you waiting for someone?

[All the same, Snape expects mockery from all sides. It's part of what he's a defensive prick. But he cocks one brow when she compliments him and just as swiftly moves on, because-- really he has no idea how to respond.]

Miss Maggotbone is coming up today; I said I'd help her meet some of the magical community. We've a business arrangement, and it's in the DOI's best interest to see how we work... and other wizards, too.

[So there he is; that's not why he's in the suit -- though it helps -- but it's something.]

Oh, I've spoken to her once, briefly. I'm trying to get a house for Mum, me and a few others. It'd be better than the MAC you know?

[ She looks to the left and then to the right. Tonks is curious. Snape is in Muggle dress and he doesn't look half bad. That's odd in and of itself. ]

What sort of business arrangement? Why is the DOI interested in us magic folk?

[Snape doesn't respond about housing -- after all, he's looking himself, but certainly doesn't want anyone in on it. He'll do it well on his own, thank you.]

Why else would they want to know members of the imPort community, in it's various flavors? They want to know our needs, so they can serve them.

Alright.

[ She seems to accept his half-answer about the DOI wanting to be better able to serve imPorts. However, it doesn't escape her notice that that he didn't answer her first question. Tonks will ask again. ]

What sort of business arrangement are you two working on together?

Did I answer you the first time?

[That'd his answer: Not your damn business.]

If it comes to fruition, I'm sure you'll figure it out.

No, you answered the second question.

[ Tonks is nothing if not helpful! ]

Oh.

[ She thinks of something suddenly. He's dressed up. His hair is sorted, mostly. She wonders... ]

Are you two going out?

[The glare that Tonks receives indicates that: A, that thought is ludicrous, and b: Snape really doesn't want anyone prying, regardless, thanks.]

No. I explained why Miss Maggotbone was coming, and if you are too dense to understand, that is not a problem of mine. Any foolish flights of fancy you many dream up, please, don't share with others. You are without a glimmer of hope or truth in your suspicions.

This is business. Only business. Don't repeat that other idea again. Last thing I need with all these idiot fans about is some new and horrible 'shipping' idea...

[ Defensiveness, check. ]

Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a twist. I was simply asking.

[ However, the grin on her face indicates that she is likely going to share this thought with at least one other person. ]

Yeah... about that...

[ No, no. Tonks changes her mind. That's too cruel. ]

Well, I'll leave you alone then.

[ She takes a backwards step and that grin is there again. ]

When you two go out to supper, be sure to pull out her chair. Some girls like that sort of thing.

[ Tonks will be on her way now! Snape may overhear her softly half-sing, half-speak, 'Snape and Maggotbone, snogging in a tree. S-N-O-G-G-I-N-G...' ]

[Eyes narrowed to black, hateful slits as Tonks continues on despite his warning. Then, making the fateful mistake of turning her back on a Slytherin...]

[Snape's wand is out of his sleeve and a hex flicked with precision at Tonks. Have some stinging welts, and see if you sing after that.]

Shut it, Tonks!

[ Her back arches when the stinging hex hits her. Ow! She can't see them but she can feel them on her backside and rear end. They hurt!

Her own wand comes out of the sleeve of her jacket. She whips around and fires a jelly-leg jinx at him. Really, Snape? It's not like she broadcast her little song over the entire network.

That's right con-goers! Nymphadora Tonks and Severus Snape are fighting. ]

[A flick back and a defensive charm springs up; Professor Sprout once despaired that Snape's potion and charms talent didn't go to the healing hall, but let's be honest here: his DADA instructor despaired the loss of a potentially brilliant auror to the Death Eaters. Snape could have been so many things, and instead he chose 'terrorist'.]

[Well, everyone said he was brilliant. But nobody said he was wise.]

[He doens't return the volley, however, and simply waits, wand out.]

Do you really want public humiliation, Tonks? Please. Mind your tongue, and walk away. I will not have you nosing about my business. Understood?

[ Tonks opens her mouth. She's about to run it when wisdom and a bit of Mad-Eye's constant vigilance. Does she really want to get into a wizard's duel at Magic*Con. Nevermind that Snape totally deserves to have his legs bent backwards, someone could get hurt.

Besides, there's more than one way for Snape to get his comeuppance. ]

[ Off somewhere in the distance, a chant is starting. Snape. Snape. Severus Snape. ]

[ Tonks draws back. Her wand goes back into the sleeve of her jacket. ]

Do you? That wasn't nice of you, hexing me with my back turned. That's not nice at all. I'll remember that.

[Goddamn it, the fans. He was trying to keep a low profile.]

And I'll remember the Wolfsbane.

[Snape has leverage and he's not afraid to use it.]

[In the background, however, someone has started a counter chant for Hufflepuff; mostly because Tonks-Tonks-Nymphadora-Tonks is bloody mouthful, isn't it?]

[It's not like she doesn't have fans of her own... and Snape has plenty of detractors, despite his popularity, who join in just for the sheer fact that they don't like Snape.]

Uh... I...

[ Tonks face turns a deep shade of red. In that moment, not only does she loathe Severus Snape but she's also not very fond herself. She feels shamed that might ruin the chances for Remus to have that potion. Tonks also feels furious that Snape would use him and that against her.

Her mouth forms a thin line. That is a low blow.

Fine. You win this round Snape. ]

I'll be seeing you around then.

I'm sure.

[There are boos from the crowd. Cries of bully, too. They don't like him leveraging Lupin against Tonks, especially the Lunks shippers. It could get ugly.]

Good day, Tonks.

[He's going to go -- find someplace else to lurk where the fans aren't so riled.]

[ Tonks is just going to let herself get enveloped by the fans. Yeah. That's what she'll do, at least for a bit, at least until they get bloody bizarre with their questions again. ]

Farewell.

[ Smooth retort Tonks, smooth. ]

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