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All things not Allosia and Gabriel belong to JKR.
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Allosia first entered its candle store, which she was not aware of having a name. During their engagement Snape had once introduced her to its owner Nadrassa Grenoulek who despite her trade or perhaps because of it as Allosia later learned, seemed rather pleasant. As Snape has perused the poisonous candles, she had asked him what he was up to.
"Poisons have many interesting properties," he had told her crypitcly. She had looked at him oddly then, knowing she would get the full story in his own good time.
"They are worth experimenting with, Allosia," he said with a glint in his eye.
On their wedding night, of all things, Allosia had looked at him like he was insane when he suggested they light his purchase from that day. He had scolded her gently then saying, "Alcohol is a form of poison too, and not a very interesting one at that. Trust me."
While the hangover from that particular experiment had been unusually scathing and Allosia still carried a small scar on the inside of her arm from that candle's wax, the experience itself was quite memorable and something she knew both of them might find pleasure in revisiting.
Having tucked her small bag of potentially deadly pleasure in with her other packages, Allosia went across the street. Stepping into Borgin and Burkes, Allosia absently wondered how Snape could even breathe in here, the air being so conspicuously musty and dusty. Of course, he was used to this sort of aggravation of his lungs, she wasn't. She willed herself not to cough though, it made her seem nervous and that was just silly.
She rethought that position, when she felt a hand, gently but heavily rest itself on her shoulder and heard a voice she almost recognized address her as "Mrs. Snape."
"It's still Hemrand, thank you," she said as politely as she could, slowly turning to face Lucius Malfoy. Recognizing him, it occurred to her to fake enthusiasm. "Lucius!" she exclaimed, "it's been so long," she said smiling somewhat tightly.
"I was so disappointed," he said, slowly, "when Severus didn't invite me to the wedding. I mean, imagine my surprise, at the very idea. He's a lucky man to have you."
"Thank you. It was a very small event," she said, wondering how to escape.
"What brings you to Knockturn today?" he asked casually.
"I'm looking for a surprise for him. Something to makeup for my being gone for a few days."
Lucius raised his eyebrows at that. "You left him alone with the baby?"
"Ah you heard did you?" she responded not deigning to address the implied question.
"Yes, again, imagine my surprise," he said with a chuckle and Allosia narrowed her eyes at him. "At any rate, where are you staying while you're in town?" he asked casually.
Allosia then made the mistake of telling him, a subject which she made a mental note not to mention to her husband. He was definite to throw a fit now. She let out a sigh of relief as Lucius finally excused himself from the store with her calling after him to give her regards to his son, Draco.
It was times like these she understood her husband's misanthropy. It was certainly easier than talking and potentially blurting with the likes of Lucius Malfoy. She sighed, and began to peruse the shelves in hope of some unusual and collectable tome that had not yet found its way into their peculiar private library.
All things not Allosia and Gabriel belong to JKR.
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Allosia first entered its candle store, which she was not aware of having a name. During their engagement Snape had once introduced her to its owner Nadrassa Grenoulek who despite her trade or perhaps because of it as Allosia later learned, seemed rather pleasant. As Snape has perused the poisonous candles, she had asked him what he was up to.
"Poisons have many interesting properties," he had told her crypitcly. She had looked at him oddly then, knowing she would get the full story in his own good time.
"They are worth experimenting with, Allosia," he said with a glint in his eye.
On their wedding night, of all things, Allosia had looked at him like he was insane when he suggested they light his purchase from that day. He had scolded her gently then saying, "Alcohol is a form of poison too, and not a very interesting one at that. Trust me."
While the hangover from that particular experiment had been unusually scathing and Allosia still carried a small scar on the inside of her arm from that candle's wax, the experience itself was quite memorable and something she knew both of them might find pleasure in revisiting.
Having tucked her small bag of potentially deadly pleasure in with her other packages, Allosia went across the street. Stepping into Borgin and Burkes, Allosia absently wondered how Snape could even breathe in here, the air being so conspicuously musty and dusty. Of course, he was used to this sort of aggravation of his lungs, she wasn't. She willed herself not to cough though, it made her seem nervous and that was just silly.
She rethought that position, when she felt a hand, gently but heavily rest itself on her shoulder and heard a voice she almost recognized address her as "Mrs. Snape."
"It's still Hemrand, thank you," she said as politely as she could, slowly turning to face Lucius Malfoy. Recognizing him, it occurred to her to fake enthusiasm. "Lucius!" she exclaimed, "it's been so long," she said smiling somewhat tightly.
"I was so disappointed," he said, slowly, "when Severus didn't invite me to the wedding. I mean, imagine my surprise, at the very idea. He's a lucky man to have you."
"Thank you. It was a very small event," she said, wondering how to escape.
"What brings you to Knockturn today?" he asked casually.
"I'm looking for a surprise for him. Something to makeup for my being gone for a few days."
Lucius raised his eyebrows at that. "You left him alone with the baby?"
"Ah you heard did you?" she responded not deigning to address the implied question.
"Yes, again, imagine my surprise," he said with a chuckle and Allosia narrowed her eyes at him. "At any rate, where are you staying while you're in town?" he asked casually.
Allosia then made the mistake of telling him, a subject which she made a mental note not to mention to her husband. He was definite to throw a fit now. She let out a sigh of relief as Lucius finally excused himself from the store with her calling after him to give her regards to his son, Draco.
It was times like these she understood her husband's misanthropy. It was certainly easier than talking and potentially blurting with the likes of Lucius Malfoy. She sighed, and began to peruse the shelves in hope of some unusual and collectable tome that had not yet found its way into their peculiar private library.