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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.]

[she laughs amicably at his response, and then turns her attention to the bar because really, booze is the one thing that's never let her down.

she does a double take when she notices someone waving them over. she doesn't recognize the woman, so she turns to Snape, tugging a bit on his arm as though to get his attention.]

Don't tell me that's one of 'em now.

Oh no, that's one of my compatriots. Andromeda Tonks.

[Snazzed up in his Muggle suit, hair-bound back and looking -- not much ilke himself (which is entirely the point as he is incognito) Snape leads Sally over.]

Sally Juptier, Andromeda Tonks. Andromeda, Sally. I wondered if I'd see you here at all.

Are you to thank for making Severus look dapper, Miss Jupiter? I don't think I've seen you looking so polished since your First-Year Yule Ball.

[Hand-me-downs though they might've been, it seemed as if he'd made a genuine effort for a certain little Gryffindor.]

And now that I've aged myself ...

[She offers her hand out to Sally. She hasn't had too much to drink, but enough to give her a slight glow.]

Pleased to meet you. Severus -- I arrived late this morning. I seem to have slept in a tad after my late evening shift at the clinic.

[there's another one of those amicable laughs, and she takes Andromeda's hand. the shake she gives her is one of someone who's shaken a lot of hands for her time. in short, it was a good handshake.]

I made him spice up that wardrobe of his. Nice to know it's actually helping him out around these parts.

And it's Sally, hon. A pleasure.

Oh, Merlin, don't bring that up. And my wardrobe was quite serviceable, thank you.

[Just sit down ladies, Snape will get drinks and put it on his tags. He esttles in with them. They're going to be women at him, but that's fine; they're not Snapewives.]

Sally, then. And oh, I shouldn't? Someone has to find embarrassing childhood stories to tell your friends, Severus.

[She's tormenting him just a little, if only because he has an attractive lady friend who he hasn't mentioned to her. How rude.]

[Sally takes her seat gladly, and she looks extremely interested when she mentions the embarrassing childhood stories.]

Oh do tell.

[Snape casts a glance to Andromeda, but he trusts her to be kind; if it were Sirius or James, he'd worrry about the pantsing stories, or how many times Snape got into trouble, and so on...]

They're not all that entertaining, I assure you. I was a boring and studious child.

[It's good that she trusts him at least that far. She'd be offended otherwise.]

For the most part, he's telling the truth. Of course, he might be leaving out some stories about pulling out mandrakes...but now might not be the time.

[She turns to Severus.]

I'm sure you've had enough trauma today. More than I, surely.

Even those kids have stories to tell.

[she has no idea what a mandrake is, but her face falls in a playful disappointed manner, and she orders herself a drink, allowing the two to talk.

it wouldn't be her place to mention what Snape has told her about his day. might as well let him relay the horror.]

The worst of it has passed, I hope. It has been -- trying, to say the least.

[He orders himself whiskey, neat, and just the one. Whatever the ladies get goes on his tags, and he's fine with that.]

You also may tell her about the mandrake, if you find it that entertaining, Andromeda.

I'm sure they asked you absurd questions about your love life too, hmm? On second thought, I don't want details.

[She takes a slow sip of her drink and turns to Sally a bit more properly.]

It was cute, really. When you pull mandrakes, the plants -- well, they scream, to say the least -- and that's why we wear earmuffs. They look a bit like newborns, so it's doubly unsettling. Some first years have trouble with the noise. Severus happened to drop one of the mandrakes, which startled the rest of them and -- well, it was a bit of a chain reaction. The boy next to Severus -- from another house, a James Potter if you've met him, had convinced himself that he could handle the noise from the plants. He startled something terrible when the mandrake dropped, and dropped his own in turn -- it spiraled out of control after that, and fifth years that had been helping spent the rest of the period attempting to literally corral the other children back into some semblance of attentiveness. There were lots of tears.

[She shrugs.]

I don't think they got any work done that class. The other students were thrilled for the most part, but Mr. Potter was quite ... embarrassed.

[Sally's good at drinking and listening, though it's a bit hard for her to picture the scene as well as a witch or wizard would. however, the idea of a mandrake itself was bizarre enough.

there's a shake of the head at the mention of James.

she doesn't burst into laughter, but she's nevertheless grinning at the tale and there is an air of humour in her voice as she responds.]

That sounds like a ridiculous scene even without the dropping an' chaos.

[a pause, she takes a long sip of her drink, but not before letting out a breath of laughter.]

But I've been hearin' a lot about a Potter around this convention, but I don't think I've met him.

Harry Potter? Yes, James has a son by that name. By this world's standards he's the protagonist of the book, and so forth. [Snape needs a sip of whiskey to get that thought out of his head; if they hadn't vanished, apparently, he would have picked them up and read them, without compunction or respect for privacy. After all, Harry didn't show him anyway.] He has been here in the city, but has-- gone home recently.

But yes-- that was the Mandrake story. It does take a certain frame of reference for the full idea, though.

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[There's a nod from Andromeda.]

Yes, I suppose that it does. Still, any sort of chaos involving eleven-year-old children tends to be amusing. I did not have too much time to watch Severus during school as I graduated shortly after he started, but.

[She sips her own drink. They surely all need it after even just a day or a little more than a day at the convention.]

Tell me, how is it that you know Severus? Not that I'm not glad to see him making friends.

[Really, she'd be glad to see him making enemies if it meant that he had somewhere to focus his anger than on James Potter and her cousin.]