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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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[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.]

Yes, Harry. That's the name. [despite being in the city and knowing that a decent amount of the imPort populace was potentially fictitious, it was still weird to wrap her head around it.

good thing the booze was starting to unwind her thoughts!]

Shame. A fella that famous...I'd have liked to have met him.

[she pauses and takes a drink, and then brightens up at Andromeda's question.]

Oh, y'know, we just bumped into each other an' I invited him to join me for breakfast. Nothing sadder than seeing a stranger eating alone.

He's barely nineteen or so. A stripling boy, but-- he acquitted himself and ended a war.

[So even Snape can't really manage to bitch. Things were -- at a weird place, and... well, now, Harry's gone and that's another unresolved thing to go with his stack of unresolved things.]

[Snape does not, however, elaborate or deny any of Sally's story. He just lets her speak. After all, Andromeda knows exactly how social he wasn't as a youth. She'll come to her own conclusions no matter what Snape says. Women are like that -- at least, the women he knows.]

[That's because the women Snape knows also know that he's not likely to give them his side of the story without a great deal of pressing,a nd even then it was unlikely that they'd give them the whole truth anyway.]

Harry is also not as accustomed as people would think to his fame, if only because it was thrust upon him at the start of his schooling.

[Andromeda raises an eyebrow at Sally's response.]

All things considered, you must be a terribly charming woman to convince Severus to go to breakfast with you after just bumping into him.

[Hopefully that comes across as the compliment she meant it to be.]

Some boy.

[she says it with a interest to her voice. she never exactly understood what exactly this war was that Snape kept mentioning (and others, now). but war was all the same to her.

the only time she witnessed it was when she was brought over to Europe to cheer up the soldiers by signing their pin-up posters of her. and of course, the news reels.]

I've been told I have a way with men. [she laughs, finishing the first of possibly many drinks to come.] He held the door open for me, so it was the least I could do.

A marked one. It is -- complex, how he became the crux of a society, but all the same, he did.

[Look at Snape end that subject and totally change it because he does NOT want to explain the whole bloody mess.]

It's not so unusual, really. I can acquit myself in public, truly. I am here in a bar with two women and no one has thrown any drinks in my face, after all.

No one has thrown any drinks in your face yet.

[Andromeda will allow the subject change if only because it's a bit -- difficult to try to explain to a stranger right off the bat anyway.]

That is more Narcissa's style than mine, anyway. I doubt you're surprised at all where manners will get you, Severus.

[She finishes off her drink and sets the tumbler on the counter, but doesn't move to get another drink just yet. No need to make a fool out of herself.]

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