A/n: Hey, this is a pretty boring chapter...two "parts", a Sevie, and Remmie...::shrugs:: Maybe they'll get better. I dunno...
Chapter Two
Severus knocked quietly on the door leading into Remus's office. He got no reply, but pushed in the door, quietly, peering into the office. The slightly younger man sat in his chair, asleep. He slipped quietly inside, prepared to simply leave the potion on the desk, with a note or something, but he wasn't prepared when Remus looked up at him sleepily.
"Oh...Severus. How...er...nice of you to...stop by."
"I have your potion, Remus." He held up the mug as if Remus couldn't clearly tell what it was he was there for.
"Oh." Remus sounded slightly downcast, "Well, just leave it on the...the," He motioned towards the desk, fighting to remember what it was called, "...the desk. Set it on the desk."
Severus quietly set the mug on the desk, and took a step back, "I didn't mean to wake your, Remus...A man of your...umm...kind," He hoped he didn't sound rude, "must need a lot of rest."
Remus smiled, telling plainly that Severus was trying his hardest not to sound rude. He leaned forward, his strength renewed by the short catnap, and picked up the mug, staring distastefully at the brew inside, "It really is a pity this has such a powerful effect, and yet tastes so disgusting."
Severus smiled slightly, "Yes, well, usually that's the way potions work."
Remus looked up at Severus, "How did you become the Potions Master?"
"What?" Snape was taken slightly a-back by the question.
"How did you become the Potions Master?" Remus repeated.
Severus thought about it, "Why?"
"I don't know. Just...curious." Remus shrugged.
Severus sat on the edge of the desk, mulling over, "I guess mainly because I got such good grades in school, and studied before I became a death-" he stopped himself, "before I did some...ah...horrible things, that afterwards, Dumbledore just asked me if I'd like the position."
"Oh." Remus acted as if the pause in Severus's little speech hadn't happened. He was opening up, and he didn't want to ruin that.
"How did you become the Defense Against the Dark Art's professor?" Severus was still bitter.
Remus bit his lip, "Dumbledore offered me the position after we ran into each other during a summer a few years ago, after he found out I was still unemployed, after the ministry fired me."
"Oh." Severus looked away. He hadn't known Remus had been unemployed.
Remus shrugged, "Anyway, thank you for the...ah...potion I guess."
"Your welcome, Remus." Severus nodded, "I'll leave now."
Later, that evening Remus worked in his office, late into the night. It was typical of him to work late hours on the next few week's assignments; he never new if he'd be well enough to teach or not. That was something he, and Dumbledore had discussed before he came back to work. Although he was usually ill, occasionally he got worse then usual, or something would go wrong with his morphing, and it would take him a day or two to get back to normal. If it was something as small as a hair change, he still worked, but if I muzzle or something remained, he stayed in his room. Although, morphing problems where rare, as he was now accustomed to the change, they still occasionally happened.
He looked up at the clock, sighing when he saw it was a few minutes after three in the morning. He was extremely glad the next day...err today was Sunday. At least then no one would expect him up at seven in the morning, or present at breakfast, something he wasn't to keen on any day of the week, unless he was feeling unusually social; another rarity.
He massaged the back of his neck, while writing down some things, before finally tossing down his quill, and standing, shaking his head. He was stupid to think he'd get anything done, after talking to Severus earlier. He was still cursing himself for asking how he'd become the potions master.
He pushed open the door that connected to his bedroom, and slipped inside, not bothering to turn on any lights. A house-elf had been into to tidy, which was evident, even in the dark, for his bed, which he usually kept untidy, was neatly made, which had probably taken the work of both the house-elves who where brave enough to come up, Dobby and Winky (who only came because Dobby did, although he probably wasn't the smarted house-elf to follow after), which didn't bother him at all.
He walked across the room, after locking the door behind him, to the (also connected) bathroom, of which he shared with the other male professors, not including Severus; who preferred his own quarters in the dungeons, and (still not turning on a light) striped, before climbing into the shower, knowing he wouldn't be bothered, seeming that the other Professors would be crazy to be up at that time of night...seeming he was, compared to the rest, quite out of his mind...besides perhaps Dumbledore, who was actually quite brilliant though his insanity. Remus smiled to himself at the thought, while washing himself down, as quickly as possible, and wrapping himself in a fluffy pink towel, rolling his eyes, as it was the only one left on the shelve.
Walking back into his room, and pulling the bathroom door shut behind him, he pulled back the covers, before climbing into bed, dropping the towel down onto the floor.
He stared at the wall for a few moments, before turning onto his stomach, leaning on his pillow, staring out his window across the lake, taking in the view, before slowing letting his eyes droop closed, making himself look more wolfish then usual, which his bare back, and slick wet hair, and his amber eyes closed. After a few minutes, and snored peacefully, soft grunts that only he, and maybe the other hundred or so Werewolves on the plant could make (and maybe the author's sister).
Chapter Two
Severus knocked quietly on the door leading into Remus's office. He got no reply, but pushed in the door, quietly, peering into the office. The slightly younger man sat in his chair, asleep. He slipped quietly inside, prepared to simply leave the potion on the desk, with a note or something, but he wasn't prepared when Remus looked up at him sleepily.
"Oh...Severus. How...er...nice of you to...stop by."
"I have your potion, Remus." He held up the mug as if Remus couldn't clearly tell what it was he was there for.
"Oh." Remus sounded slightly downcast, "Well, just leave it on the...the," He motioned towards the desk, fighting to remember what it was called, "...the desk. Set it on the desk."
Severus quietly set the mug on the desk, and took a step back, "I didn't mean to wake your, Remus...A man of your...umm...kind," He hoped he didn't sound rude, "must need a lot of rest."
Remus smiled, telling plainly that Severus was trying his hardest not to sound rude. He leaned forward, his strength renewed by the short catnap, and picked up the mug, staring distastefully at the brew inside, "It really is a pity this has such a powerful effect, and yet tastes so disgusting."
Severus smiled slightly, "Yes, well, usually that's the way potions work."
Remus looked up at Severus, "How did you become the Potions Master?"
"What?" Snape was taken slightly a-back by the question.
"How did you become the Potions Master?" Remus repeated.
Severus thought about it, "Why?"
"I don't know. Just...curious." Remus shrugged.
Severus sat on the edge of the desk, mulling over, "I guess mainly because I got such good grades in school, and studied before I became a death-" he stopped himself, "before I did some...ah...horrible things, that afterwards, Dumbledore just asked me if I'd like the position."
"Oh." Remus acted as if the pause in Severus's little speech hadn't happened. He was opening up, and he didn't want to ruin that.
"How did you become the Defense Against the Dark Art's professor?" Severus was still bitter.
Remus bit his lip, "Dumbledore offered me the position after we ran into each other during a summer a few years ago, after he found out I was still unemployed, after the ministry fired me."
"Oh." Severus looked away. He hadn't known Remus had been unemployed.
Remus shrugged, "Anyway, thank you for the...ah...potion I guess."
"Your welcome, Remus." Severus nodded, "I'll leave now."
Later, that evening Remus worked in his office, late into the night. It was typical of him to work late hours on the next few week's assignments; he never new if he'd be well enough to teach or not. That was something he, and Dumbledore had discussed before he came back to work. Although he was usually ill, occasionally he got worse then usual, or something would go wrong with his morphing, and it would take him a day or two to get back to normal. If it was something as small as a hair change, he still worked, but if I muzzle or something remained, he stayed in his room. Although, morphing problems where rare, as he was now accustomed to the change, they still occasionally happened.
He looked up at the clock, sighing when he saw it was a few minutes after three in the morning. He was extremely glad the next day...err today was Sunday. At least then no one would expect him up at seven in the morning, or present at breakfast, something he wasn't to keen on any day of the week, unless he was feeling unusually social; another rarity.
He massaged the back of his neck, while writing down some things, before finally tossing down his quill, and standing, shaking his head. He was stupid to think he'd get anything done, after talking to Severus earlier. He was still cursing himself for asking how he'd become the potions master.
He pushed open the door that connected to his bedroom, and slipped inside, not bothering to turn on any lights. A house-elf had been into to tidy, which was evident, even in the dark, for his bed, which he usually kept untidy, was neatly made, which had probably taken the work of both the house-elves who where brave enough to come up, Dobby and Winky (who only came because Dobby did, although he probably wasn't the smarted house-elf to follow after), which didn't bother him at all.
He walked across the room, after locking the door behind him, to the (also connected) bathroom, of which he shared with the other male professors, not including Severus; who preferred his own quarters in the dungeons, and (still not turning on a light) striped, before climbing into the shower, knowing he wouldn't be bothered, seeming that the other Professors would be crazy to be up at that time of night...seeming he was, compared to the rest, quite out of his mind...besides perhaps Dumbledore, who was actually quite brilliant though his insanity. Remus smiled to himself at the thought, while washing himself down, as quickly as possible, and wrapping himself in a fluffy pink towel, rolling his eyes, as it was the only one left on the shelve.
Walking back into his room, and pulling the bathroom door shut behind him, he pulled back the covers, before climbing into bed, dropping the towel down onto the floor.
He stared at the wall for a few moments, before turning onto his stomach, leaning on his pillow, staring out his window across the lake, taking in the view, before slowing letting his eyes droop closed, making himself look more wolfish then usual, which his bare back, and slick wet hair, and his amber eyes closed. After a few minutes, and snored peacefully, soft grunts that only he, and maybe the other hundred or so Werewolves on the plant could make (and maybe the author's sister).