Chapter 1
(October 31st, 1982. 1st anniversary of the first wizarding war)
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Snape sat in stony silence. Usually, he would spend the supper hour glaring at the students from the high table filling them with the fear of his fury. This night though differed from others. It was the first Halloween night after the dark lord had supposedly been vanquished. The tables overflowed with sweets of every kind and the open air was saturated with floating pumpkins and enchanted bats zipping about. Nothing, not even Snape's foul mood could put a dent in the children's joy and celebration.
This only made Severus even more indignant as the cheer around him poked unapologetically at his open wound. It only seemed as though it were hours ago that he held Lily Potter's cold body to him; crying out into the night sky in grief. He could not conceive how everyone seems to have so quickly forgotten Lily's sacrifice which resulted in their freedom today.
He sat there pushing the meal around his golden plate not able to ingest anything other than Ogden's finest in hope of dulling the ache in his soul. No longer able to stand it for another moment, Snape stood from the table and left the dining hall with a signature whoosh of his robes. He did not pause and rather then going to his refuge in the dungeons he turned left into the entrance hall and right out the door. He could not abide by the memories in the castle this night and intended to drown out the pain until the early morning hours. He will go to any and all establishments that would take his coin.
As he traveled the dark corners of London, Snape eventually found himself in front of White's. It was a secluded high-class wizarding gentlemen's club in Soho Lucius once introduced him to. He met a petit voluptuous Asian woman who had striking blue/purple eyes; Nothing at all like lily's. This woman, Kiko Miyazaki was on a diplomatic mission with her fiancé and father in England. Her fiancé left her in a waiting room near the entrance while he ventured further into the establishment with the British trade representatives and a few high-class hookers.
While this practice of business dealing is not uncommon in her Asian culture miss Miyazaki was humiliated to have it thrown in her face. She was offered refreshments via house elves as she waited quite a few hours for the "business dealings" to conclude and slowly stewed in her ire. Snape had noticed her when he entered and again spotted her a few hours later as he passed by on his way out. At this point, they were both very inebriated. Snape staggered as he approached the woman who was visibly upset. He politely bowed before her trying not to topple over much to Kiko's amusement. Snape softly kissed the back of her hand as was expected and introduced himself.
With polite niceties' met Snape asked her why she was so distraught. She took the opportunity to express her displeasure at the humiliation her Fiancé has exposed her to by having her wait here while he was being entertained. Snape was sympathetic to her woes and lamented how men seemed to fail in cherishing the women in their lives as they should have, as he would have if Lily were still here.
As they shared in their mutual pains and compromised inhibitions Kiko slyly propositioned the injured soul who paid her such kind attention. Kiko wished to strike a mutual slight to her fiancé as he had her. The two left together for a local Inn.
The light of dawn shone painfully clear as Kiko woke in bed the next morning with the dark hair Gaijin beside her. She quickly dressed and left a short note to Snape in the front hall expressing her embarrassment, thanks and best wishes, never to be seen again.