Disclaimer:
It's JKR's world, I just play in it.
Sorry I've been moving slowly folks, I've had a whole lot of drama with incompetants this week, but I'm getting back on track.
The conference, in which we meet all sorts of weird people from Snape's past….. Why? Because I'm cruel and I think it's funny. And I have to go to a far less intriguing trade show next week.
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Allosia smiled and pawed through one of her bags for a book, as Snape took Gabriel on his lap and started pointing to various things out the window and naming them in German. He gave her a disapproving look as she put her legs up on the seat.
"What?" she asked.
"You'd do well to listen to this too," he said.
"My German is not that bad," she said, bending her head to the pages before her again.
"Actually, it is, and we both know it."
"There's nothing that isn't translated into something I can read, we both know that as well."
"Translations are imprecise."
She closed the book then and looked at him. "Why, exactly, have my German skills always obsessed you so?"
"Lack of German skills," he corrected with a slight smile.
She rolled her eyes.
"If you fancy yourself a scholar, you should be better at it."
"We both know I don't fancy myself a scholar nearly as much as you do."
"Alright, a woman who takes the pleasures you do in interrogating people should be able to speak German," he said with a snort at his own joke.
Allosia gave an exaggerated sigh and went back to her book, only to doze off a short time later. Snape draped his cloak over her and smiled as she burrowed into it. As she slept, he continued to try to teach his son the music in the meanings of words, just as his wife would not doubt teach him the music in the sounds of them.
If Snape had thought the chaos of getting from the mostly muggle train station to the conference castle was trying, he was completely unprepared for what greeted him upon arrival at the conference castle.
Witches and wizards of every nationality graced its steps, talking in excited clumps. WISP staff members hurried to and from shouting not just at each other over the din, but at those in their way. Meanwhile various magical signs hovered, flickered and flashed in the air above them, announcing sponsors and advertising products and publishers.
Snape muttered under his breath.
"Um, where do we go?" Allosia asked.
"Away from all these people, hopefully."
As if Merlin had heard, and rather resounding disapproved of his wish, Severus heard his name shrieked by a wizard he would have been glad to see, had the fellow been a little calmer.
"Durefhan," he said with a small bow and a step back in hopes that he would not be forced into physical contact.
"You haven't changed Severus," the man said with a grin.
Snape smiled tightly and gestured to Allosia who had Gabriel clutched in her arms. "May I present my wife, Allosia Hemrand, and our son, Gabriel."
"My god, man! Congratulations." The surprise in the wizard's voice was a bit too evident for Snape's taste.
"Thank you," he said dryly, turning to Allosia. "Durefhan and I shared some post-graduate study in Berlin at one time. He's always been overly enthusiastic, and luckily, has an intelligence to compensate for it."
"Your husband, in case you were curious, has always been exactly this charming," he said by reply.
"I know, he was my potions tutor as a child."
Durefhan raised his eyebrows at this. "My, you are as wicked as play, Severus."
"Let me assure you, you do not know the half of it. Any chance you can tell me who we need to talk to, to find our rooms and get away from, from, this," he asked, gesturing with disgust at the magical marketing frenzy.
"Ah, such an honor to be your tour guide, Professor," he said with a theatrical sigh. "but, follow me," he said, and began to push through the crowd.
It's JKR's world, I just play in it.
Sorry I've been moving slowly folks, I've had a whole lot of drama with incompetants this week, but I'm getting back on track.
The conference, in which we meet all sorts of weird people from Snape's past….. Why? Because I'm cruel and I think it's funny. And I have to go to a far less intriguing trade show next week.
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Allosia smiled and pawed through one of her bags for a book, as Snape took Gabriel on his lap and started pointing to various things out the window and naming them in German. He gave her a disapproving look as she put her legs up on the seat.
"What?" she asked.
"You'd do well to listen to this too," he said.
"My German is not that bad," she said, bending her head to the pages before her again.
"Actually, it is, and we both know it."
"There's nothing that isn't translated into something I can read, we both know that as well."
"Translations are imprecise."
She closed the book then and looked at him. "Why, exactly, have my German skills always obsessed you so?"
"Lack of German skills," he corrected with a slight smile.
She rolled her eyes.
"If you fancy yourself a scholar, you should be better at it."
"We both know I don't fancy myself a scholar nearly as much as you do."
"Alright, a woman who takes the pleasures you do in interrogating people should be able to speak German," he said with a snort at his own joke.
Allosia gave an exaggerated sigh and went back to her book, only to doze off a short time later. Snape draped his cloak over her and smiled as she burrowed into it. As she slept, he continued to try to teach his son the music in the meanings of words, just as his wife would not doubt teach him the music in the sounds of them.
If Snape had thought the chaos of getting from the mostly muggle train station to the conference castle was trying, he was completely unprepared for what greeted him upon arrival at the conference castle.
Witches and wizards of every nationality graced its steps, talking in excited clumps. WISP staff members hurried to and from shouting not just at each other over the din, but at those in their way. Meanwhile various magical signs hovered, flickered and flashed in the air above them, announcing sponsors and advertising products and publishers.
Snape muttered under his breath.
"Um, where do we go?" Allosia asked.
"Away from all these people, hopefully."
As if Merlin had heard, and rather resounding disapproved of his wish, Severus heard his name shrieked by a wizard he would have been glad to see, had the fellow been a little calmer.
"Durefhan," he said with a small bow and a step back in hopes that he would not be forced into physical contact.
"You haven't changed Severus," the man said with a grin.
Snape smiled tightly and gestured to Allosia who had Gabriel clutched in her arms. "May I present my wife, Allosia Hemrand, and our son, Gabriel."
"My god, man! Congratulations." The surprise in the wizard's voice was a bit too evident for Snape's taste.
"Thank you," he said dryly, turning to Allosia. "Durefhan and I shared some post-graduate study in Berlin at one time. He's always been overly enthusiastic, and luckily, has an intelligence to compensate for it."
"Your husband, in case you were curious, has always been exactly this charming," he said by reply.
"I know, he was my potions tutor as a child."
Durefhan raised his eyebrows at this. "My, you are as wicked as play, Severus."
"Let me assure you, you do not know the half of it. Any chance you can tell me who we need to talk to, to find our rooms and get away from, from, this," he asked, gesturing with disgust at the magical marketing frenzy.
"Ah, such an honor to be your tour guide, Professor," he said with a theatrical sigh. "but, follow me," he said, and began to push through the crowd.