7.
Snape swept into *Bubble, Bubble*, one of Diagon Alley's better restaurants, but one which had escaped notice by the younger wizarding crowd -- for which he was profoundly grateful. The choice also showed that Goldsnitcher, despite freely admitting to being both younger than Snape *and* a Gryffindor, had a measure of good taste.
"Reservations for Keeper-Seeker," he told the host-witch, and she led him to a quiet booth, and brought him his requested glass of chardonnay.
Momus had chided him for meeting an online friend in person, claiming all sorts of wizards and witches did this only to find the people they had been chatting with were muggles, or werewolves, or Death Eaters (which was patently ridiculous; no proper Death Eater knew a chatroom from a tea room). Snape dismissed his colleague's cautions. He had been exchanging emails and chatting with Goldsnitcher for several months, sharing stories and ideas, and he knew the younger man wasn't a Death Eater, and was fairly certain he wasn't a werewolf or a muggle either. All the same, Snape prepared himself for disappointment.
His friend *sounded* like a nice, intelligent, thoughtful young man who was not intimidated by Snape's brusque manner or insights into the darker side of magic.
Nevertheless, he steeled himself, sipped his wine, and tried to ignore the happy, hopeful anticipation which was, despite all good sense and past experience, bubbling inside him once again.
* * * * *
*goldsnitcher is online*
goldsnitcher: hi
goldsnitcher: r u there?
RealSevvie: i'm here.
goldsnitcher: well, that was awkward
goldsnitcher: saturday i mean
RealSevvie: your undiminished talent for incoherence amazes me, Mr Potter.
goldsnitcher: don't. please
RealSevvie: don't what, Mr Potter?
goldsnitcher: look i understand your angry and i have every right to be mad to. but im not. its actualy kind of funny
RealSevvie: i fail to see any humour in being publically humiliated.
goldsnitcher: how? no one knew why we wer there. they just saw a student meeting his former professor for drins
goldsnitcher: drinks. sorry. can't type when i'm upset
RealSevvie: upset? i thought you said you were enjoying this. you found it funny.
goldsnitcher: not like that. its just both of us writting about each other, about us. i know your not embarassed about what happened at the restaurant. your embarrassed because you wrote all those stories about me, and now i know. but i wrote stories about you too, so you don't have to feel that way. i dont
goldsnitcher: i thougth we were friends
goldsnitcher: are friends
goldsnitcher: aren't we?
RealSevvie:
RealSevvie: i thought so.
goldsnitcher: then we are. and i dont care if you know i think we'd be hot together, so there.
*RealSevvie snorts*
RealSevvie: apparently so does half the wizarding world.
goldsnitcher: lol. so, i have this great fic idea. want to collaborate with me?
RealSevvie: i've never had much luck collaborating.
goldsnitcher: maybe you haven't found the right co-author.
RealSevvie: maybe.
goldsnitcher: you'll never know unless you try
RealSevvie: how disgustingly cliched.
goldsnitcher: it's cliched because it's true.
goldsnitcher: we'd probably need to do some research
RealSevvie: research is always commendable.
goldsnitcher: i'll be there at 7. ok?
goldsnitcher: professor?
RealSevvie: it's Severus. 7 is fine. and you owe me a bottle of chardonnay, Potter.
Snape swept into *Bubble, Bubble*, one of Diagon Alley's better restaurants, but one which had escaped notice by the younger wizarding crowd -- for which he was profoundly grateful. The choice also showed that Goldsnitcher, despite freely admitting to being both younger than Snape *and* a Gryffindor, had a measure of good taste.
"Reservations for Keeper-Seeker," he told the host-witch, and she led him to a quiet booth, and brought him his requested glass of chardonnay.
Momus had chided him for meeting an online friend in person, claiming all sorts of wizards and witches did this only to find the people they had been chatting with were muggles, or werewolves, or Death Eaters (which was patently ridiculous; no proper Death Eater knew a chatroom from a tea room). Snape dismissed his colleague's cautions. He had been exchanging emails and chatting with Goldsnitcher for several months, sharing stories and ideas, and he knew the younger man wasn't a Death Eater, and was fairly certain he wasn't a werewolf or a muggle either. All the same, Snape prepared himself for disappointment.
His friend *sounded* like a nice, intelligent, thoughtful young man who was not intimidated by Snape's brusque manner or insights into the darker side of magic.
Nevertheless, he steeled himself, sipped his wine, and tried to ignore the happy, hopeful anticipation which was, despite all good sense and past experience, bubbling inside him once again.
* * * * *
*goldsnitcher is online*
goldsnitcher: hi
goldsnitcher: r u there?
RealSevvie: i'm here.
goldsnitcher: well, that was awkward
goldsnitcher: saturday i mean
RealSevvie: your undiminished talent for incoherence amazes me, Mr Potter.
goldsnitcher: don't. please
RealSevvie: don't what, Mr Potter?
goldsnitcher: look i understand your angry and i have every right to be mad to. but im not. its actualy kind of funny
RealSevvie: i fail to see any humour in being publically humiliated.
goldsnitcher: how? no one knew why we wer there. they just saw a student meeting his former professor for drins
goldsnitcher: drinks. sorry. can't type when i'm upset
RealSevvie: upset? i thought you said you were enjoying this. you found it funny.
goldsnitcher: not like that. its just both of us writting about each other, about us. i know your not embarassed about what happened at the restaurant. your embarrassed because you wrote all those stories about me, and now i know. but i wrote stories about you too, so you don't have to feel that way. i dont
goldsnitcher: i thougth we were friends
goldsnitcher: are friends
goldsnitcher: aren't we?
RealSevvie:
RealSevvie: i thought so.
goldsnitcher: then we are. and i dont care if you know i think we'd be hot together, so there.
*RealSevvie snorts*
RealSevvie: apparently so does half the wizarding world.
goldsnitcher: lol. so, i have this great fic idea. want to collaborate with me?
RealSevvie: i've never had much luck collaborating.
goldsnitcher: maybe you haven't found the right co-author.
RealSevvie: maybe.
goldsnitcher: you'll never know unless you try
RealSevvie: how disgustingly cliched.
goldsnitcher: it's cliched because it's true.
goldsnitcher: we'd probably need to do some research
RealSevvie: research is always commendable.
goldsnitcher: i'll be there at 7. ok?
goldsnitcher: professor?
RealSevvie: it's Severus. 7 is fine. and you owe me a bottle of chardonnay, Potter.