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[unlike everyone else, she's not one to do a double take as she passes by Snape. but she is extremely pleased he's taking one of the outfits she picked out for him on a test run.

she's nursing a bit of a jealous wound in her heart after witnessing some of the fans reactions to the imPorted magical populace, but it doesn't show in her smile as she stops where she's going to approach him for some quick idle chat.]

Seems like you have a lot of fans, hon. I'm surprised you never mentioned it.

Are you really? [Snape turns a little, giving Sally a brief look before he shrugs once.]

While I know you would have believed me, there are... things they say here that are not true. And some of it, unfortunately, is.

[He wonders how much she's picked up -- from his dark past to his lost love to noble death. There are things he doesn't tell people for good reason, after all.]

So the gals running around calling you a romantic are all liars then?

[there's a smile. she hasn't heard the full story nor know of the details, but it's hard to ignore some of the fangirlish sighs and whisperings.

she's picked up information of his death as well, but decides that it's not something to bring up.]

[He manages to look both guilty and regretful. No, he supposes they are not. Just -- not in the right way, for all that it got him, no? Well, okay, it's got him some stirring fan ballads, but really, that's not that great.]

I think they are viewing a terrible situation through rose colored glasses, as young women are wont to do.

Most young women are romantics at heart. I know I used to eat up all that bullshit as a kid.

[she takes note of his look and. well...it strikes a chord. she's felt the same way many a time, and has probably made that similar expression at least once or twice.

she'd hate for all her information to be out in the public and widely discussed. briefly, her mind flickers back to when Eddie had been here, and how he had mentioned something about Hollis' book airing out all the Minutemen's dirty laundry.

her expression falters, but instead she changes the subject.]

How's the suit workin' for you, hon? It looks even better now that it's all fitted.

So did I. It did not a whit of good, now did it? How did you put it, those fairy-tales-- no, never mind.

[Something about fairy-tale bullshit, yes.]

[Still, he grabs on to the change of subject like a dying man to a life preserver. Clothes are much easier to talk about then lost love and everybody knowing how pathetic he was.]

It's keeping the young women from recognizing me, which was my intent. It's serving me well, in that -- moment of image change.

But I still refuse to cut my hair. Especially for a pack of sobbing children who know too much.

[So there.]

[still! Sally wishes she were in his shoes right now. being surrounded by fanboys...just like how it used to be back when she entered a bar in her New York.

she laughs. she had a feeling that hair of his would be a sensitive subject.]

Well, I'm glad you're at least finding it useful. I'd hate for that little detour of mine to have gone to waste an' only hear about those suits collecting dust in the back of your closet.

[she looks up and over towards the crowd of people wandering around, some in cosplay, others holding...well...whatever the hell they're selling here.]

It's nice to know your fans are enthusiastic, though. Don't you find it flattering?

Some of it, I suppose. I am less comfortable, I suppose, with some of the more sordid aspects. Someone was selling things that-- delved into sexual perversity between myself and some of my students. It--

If I had not been with Bellatrix and had to keep my control, I likely would have thrashed him.

[There are limits. He's got some very firm ones. That was one of them.]

The others, they're not as bad. Foolish, mostly. It's fiction to them. They're allowed to apply their own views...but for me, it's my life. But I've seen other people I know in pictures and films and things here, so I suppose others must be in the same predicament.

Is this what it was like for you? Things like this - fictionalizing your life? Making up new adventures for you? Art and cartoons... [And yes, pornography; she appreciates being desires; he finds it bewildering, really.]

The still make Tijuana Bibles? I thought those were out of the known by now...

[she seems interested in the topic despite how uncomfortable it seems to make him. but again, having pornographic cartoons floating around with her in compromising positions was.

well.

she had always laughed and found herself flattered by them. but. that's not much of a surprise.]

It wasn't as...grand as this. We've had fans come up with ideas of who was seein' who in our group, taking pictures, asking for autographs, an' a few other things. But this is all a bit different, y'know?

[she smiles.]

But porn's always been around hon. C'mon, you're not the least bit flattered that there are women out there drooling over you?

I had the misfortune of running into a pack of harridans yesterday evening that claimed they were my spiritual wives and that they channeled my spirit into holy matrimony, and one claimed their prayers had summoned me through the Porter.

They had to be removed by security, and were the cause of my change of clothes for today, to attempt to make it more difficult for their ilk to find me.

Apparently, I only attract romantics and the insane.

[This is Snape's life.]

[there's a moment of silence, and then. Sally kind of just. laughs.

she's had her fair share of crazy fans ~~Eddie being her biggest one...woops~~, but the spiritual part was a bit.

well......]

And Hollis used to call my fans bad.

[she takes a moment to control herself, inhaling.]

Just goes to show that love makes folks do crazy things. Especially the impossible sort.

[Snape just smirks and shakes his head.]

It's best that it's not spoken of, isn't it?

[He pauses, and then asks, a bit quieter.]

You'll forgive me my deception, then? Or at least understand -- my thoughts on it's necessity.

[she waves his apology away in a good-natured manner.]

Trust me hon, I understand. We all got something to hide.

[Satisfied, Snape lets it go. She's found him out, he'll learn to cope and hope that awkward questions remain at a minimum.]

How did you end up here, anyway? Unless you're a secret witch and have been hiding it all this time...?

I have my connections.

[there's a coy smile.]

You're not the only magic-user I know.

I'm not? Miss Jupiter, you've been keeping secrets of your own. You'll have to introduce me.

Unless they're of my world -- we are ridiculously numerous here.

Well the one who told me about this thing was from your world I think. Him an' his brother run a shop.

[she has one of their Day Dream Charms waiting for her back at her hotel room, after all.]

An' I've known Zee for awhile. I would've figured all you magic users somehow get to know each other one way or another.

Ah, the twins. Yes, they were students of mine. Bright boys, but chose strange avenues for their talents. Nothing but trouble in the classroom.

[But, then, they're Weasleyss. What can you expect from a Weasley?]

Ze-- Zatanna? I've only spoken to her over the comm; I've yet to catch her here. A very busy woman. Perhaps you can introduce me later.

If they're making money, it's not strange at all. I like some of the stuff they're selling in that shop of theirs.

[because she may or may not be developing a slight addiction to their Day Dream Charms WOOPS.

Sally looks around, as though trying to spot Zee out in a crowd to get introductions out of the way. Instead she catches a glare or two from people who've recognized just who she's talking to, and turns her attentions towards Snape again, brushing it off.]

Oh I'll be sure to introduce the two of you when there's an opportunity.

[Snape glances with her and -- oh god, fans. Fans giving him dirty looks for being with the wrong red-head. Or not Ysera. Or not them. He can't tell. All of them are crazy, as far he's concerned.]

Yes, certainly. [If he's agreeing about the twins and business, or Zee, who can tell? For now, he just gestures.] It'll be some time before I see Callie - let me buy you a drink and get out of the sight of my loving fans... who are looking at you like they may start another brawl.

[unsurprisingly, Sally's used to the glares. she may have been a favourite among the male populace, but as for the women of her time...well...it was a hit or miss. most of them hated her and the message she seemed to "spread", while others just hated her because their boyfriends or husbands hid pin-ups and tijuana bibles of her.

so, because she's just that kind of woman who thrives off both negative and positive attention, she takes this as an opportunity to playfully link her arm in Snape's.

personal space? what personal space.]

Lead the way, hon.

[You know, it's not even the pheromones that allows him to accept that contact. Spite against those-- those crazy women and their friends, THAT allows him to endure.]

[Snape runs on hate and determination. No more, no less.]

There a hotel bar not far from here... [He'll head there straightaway, and let people gawp, talk, or -- hopefully, not notice the Muggle wit the red-head that isn't Lily Potter.]

[she seems to brighten up at the mention of a bar, letting him take charge as they walk through the con towards the mentioned hotel bar.]

Taking a gal like me out for a drink? My, what would your wives have to say to that?

My wives can get stuffed. I'd rather spend time with you then that flock of harpies. They've already assaulted one woman, though -- so do keep that in mind. I think the worst of the lot were taken away the first day, though.

[Oh look, a glorious bar. Sally will be happy.]

[And seated at that glorious bar, a woman who is most certainly not a redhead. She's considered herself lucky so far -- only a handful of people even recognized her, and most just mistook her for her sister.]

[The ones who did know who she was, though, had been traumatic enough. She could've gone her whole life without knowing what the term 'GILF' meant, really.]

[Never mind what dirty theories they had about who was really Nymphadora's father.]

[She's swirling her glass of scotch when she spots Severus and -- no, the hair is different and they're too close, not Lily -- his friend. She flags them over enthusiastically; now she doesn't need to look like the crazy middle-aged cougar-type.]