Chapter 13
After the whole honouring had been done, and far too much alcohol had been by everyone. It became fairly apparent – by the staring eyes – that some had noticed the scar across my face. As expected Potter, Granger and Lupin seemed the most intrigued; although each had their eyes on a different injury. Potter for instance focused on my right hand which I had also left unglamoured, Granger seemed intent on staring directly into my blind eye. Whereas Lupin seemed disturbed by the scaring across that same eye – he knew what the marks were caused by – he probably wanted to know if he had been the cause of them; but no these had been Greyback. That's one thing I learnt quickly – never insult Fenrir.
"Severus?" Lupin had been the first to approach me, snapping me out of my stupor.
"Yes Remus?" I took a sip of the firewhisky I held in my hand – the ice had long since melted diluting the flavour.
"I was wondering," the sheep in wolf's clothing took a breath, "did I you know," he gestured to his own eye as a reflection of my damage.
"No Lupin, this was not you. Greyback," Remus nodded in acknowledgement and perhaps a small amount of sympathy – for these were cursed wounds. I heard the high heeled walk of Minerva McGonagall, Lupin had already weaved his way back into the crowd. "McGonagall," I turned to her.
"I don't recall you have scars like these,"
"I tend to keep them hidden, Minerva," I tried to bow away from her but she caught my arm as I attempted to leave.
"Myself and Granger were curious about the eye itself," her tone seemed harsh and out of place.
"Potions accident; I do have them once in a while," I shrugged.
"Which one?"
"Wolfsbane; occasionally it can be a temperamental potion to make. Besides this was the result of my own carelessness," again I shrugged. "Well if you'll excuse me I need to deliver some things to Pomfrey," I faked a yawn, "And then I might turn in for the night," I left everyone to their festivities as good as it was for most people's morals. It wasn't very good for mine.