A/N at bottom. Oh, by the way, I'm Immortaljedi, not Scarletjedi. Sorry
about hat, Scarletjedi is for something else that you don't need to worry
about.
Chapter 2
Methos, or as I should call him now, Adam, soon found himself walking down the path to Hogsmead with a handful of the other teachers. There was Minerva McGonagall, who taught Transfigurations, who was walking next to Hagrid and a short little fellow by the name of Flitwick (Charms) who had to scurry double time to keep up. There was Sprout (as she preferred to be called) who taught Herbology talking to the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, one Remus Lupin. Apparently there was some discrepancy over his employment two years ago and he didn't teach last year. Adam was still a little fuzzy on the details. Finally, the last of the group, walking almost, but not quite, next to Adam in the back of the group was the Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape. Here was a man with secrets, and if there was anything Adam could appreciate it was a man with secrets. He had felt an immediate liking for the man, though his cold and callous exterior would put most people off. He had seen his eyes, and the pain hidden behind them. The old man smiled his Mona Lisa smile. He would find out what was hurting this man so deeply. No mortal should have to deal with pain so harsh. Nor should any potential immortal. The realization that one could not die might push someone hurting so badly to do something drastic, like throwing a fight. It probably wouldn't happen, with Hogwarts being the safest place in the entire wizarding world, but He didn't live this long without precaution. And, as I said before, he liked him.
Adam realized that Severus would never take the risk of starting a conversation, so he would just have to do it himself. Turning his head once more to study the strong profile of the man beside him 'when did he get so close?' Adam wondered. It was true. Severus had drifted closer to the old immortal. He looked down the strong forehead, and the aquiline nose, much like his own, just slightly more hooked, but not by much. His eyes were dark, a very dark brown that was almost black. His lips were thin from being pressed into a worried line from the almost constant scowl on his face. But his skin was pale and surprisingly flawless, and his cheekbones were high, and almost delicate. The small black goatee gave his face a devilish quality that, combined with his rather long hair (pulled back with a tie) made him rather sexy, or would if he would do something other than scowl. Adam immediately went about to set this to rights, though it didn't start out exactly the way he had planned. While he had been staring at Severus (and not at the street) he didn't see the large stone in the middle of the path. Of course, his foot found it unerringly.
"Whaa..ooof!" Adam landed in a rather undignified heap from trying to roll with the fall, but getting caught on his own robes that he had changed into before.
"Are you alright?" Remus asked concerned, he had heard the noise before the rest and turned back to help.
"Anything hurt?" this came from a rather concerned Snape, who reached down to help him to his feet.
"Just my pride." Adam brushed himself off as he said, "My first day here and already I establish myself as a klutz." Severus shook his head.
"You aren't a klutz. You're very grace fun on your feet." Both Adam and Remus (and a few of the others who had heard as well) turned to stare. "What? I notice things like that. I'm not oblivious you know." But his cheeks were painted the slightest of pinks. 'Well well well,' thought Adam, 'he noticed the way I walk, and he's blushing about it. This looks very promising.' Once everyone was assured that Adam was fine the party continued.
They fell into their groups again without noticing, this time with Severus walking much closer to Adam. Adam noticed that Severus kept glancing over at him. Without taking his eyes of the path (he learned that lesson) Adam asked:
"So you think I'm graceful?" That startled Severus enough to make him look at Adam full on. Adam looked at him, then turned back to the road.
"Yes. You are very graceful." Severus didn't look at him at all when he spoke, his face almost all pink by now. The sadist in Adam wanted to continue, but his human decency won and he decided to spare him.
"Your accent isn't from around here. Wales?" Severus looked at him now.
"Well, yes actually." Somewhere in this conversation (if it could be called that) Severus had lost the scowl (well, it wasn't really that big in the first place.) "I lived there until I started school here. I still go back over the summers."
"I was from Wales originally, but I moved to France during my schooling. I went to Beaubaxtons." It wasn't a lie. He did go to Beaubaxtons, but as a teacher over 100 years ago.
"And now you're here." Adam smiled at Severus.
"And now I'm here." Severus smiled back and the two made small talk all the way to the Three Broomsticks.
TBC
A/N - Well? You like? As I said before, I really like the Methos/Severus connection. I'm calling Mehtos Adam until he is found out (it won't be for a while.when Cassy shows up, even though he tells Severus. Sev (and I) will call him Methos when they are alone.) Is Severus acting a little out of character? Not really. That'll be explained later as well. More will come but it's like midnight and I'm really tired so..later.
Chapter 2
Methos, or as I should call him now, Adam, soon found himself walking down the path to Hogsmead with a handful of the other teachers. There was Minerva McGonagall, who taught Transfigurations, who was walking next to Hagrid and a short little fellow by the name of Flitwick (Charms) who had to scurry double time to keep up. There was Sprout (as she preferred to be called) who taught Herbology talking to the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, one Remus Lupin. Apparently there was some discrepancy over his employment two years ago and he didn't teach last year. Adam was still a little fuzzy on the details. Finally, the last of the group, walking almost, but not quite, next to Adam in the back of the group was the Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape. Here was a man with secrets, and if there was anything Adam could appreciate it was a man with secrets. He had felt an immediate liking for the man, though his cold and callous exterior would put most people off. He had seen his eyes, and the pain hidden behind them. The old man smiled his Mona Lisa smile. He would find out what was hurting this man so deeply. No mortal should have to deal with pain so harsh. Nor should any potential immortal. The realization that one could not die might push someone hurting so badly to do something drastic, like throwing a fight. It probably wouldn't happen, with Hogwarts being the safest place in the entire wizarding world, but He didn't live this long without precaution. And, as I said before, he liked him.
Adam realized that Severus would never take the risk of starting a conversation, so he would just have to do it himself. Turning his head once more to study the strong profile of the man beside him 'when did he get so close?' Adam wondered. It was true. Severus had drifted closer to the old immortal. He looked down the strong forehead, and the aquiline nose, much like his own, just slightly more hooked, but not by much. His eyes were dark, a very dark brown that was almost black. His lips were thin from being pressed into a worried line from the almost constant scowl on his face. But his skin was pale and surprisingly flawless, and his cheekbones were high, and almost delicate. The small black goatee gave his face a devilish quality that, combined with his rather long hair (pulled back with a tie) made him rather sexy, or would if he would do something other than scowl. Adam immediately went about to set this to rights, though it didn't start out exactly the way he had planned. While he had been staring at Severus (and not at the street) he didn't see the large stone in the middle of the path. Of course, his foot found it unerringly.
"Whaa..ooof!" Adam landed in a rather undignified heap from trying to roll with the fall, but getting caught on his own robes that he had changed into before.
"Are you alright?" Remus asked concerned, he had heard the noise before the rest and turned back to help.
"Anything hurt?" this came from a rather concerned Snape, who reached down to help him to his feet.
"Just my pride." Adam brushed himself off as he said, "My first day here and already I establish myself as a klutz." Severus shook his head.
"You aren't a klutz. You're very grace fun on your feet." Both Adam and Remus (and a few of the others who had heard as well) turned to stare. "What? I notice things like that. I'm not oblivious you know." But his cheeks were painted the slightest of pinks. 'Well well well,' thought Adam, 'he noticed the way I walk, and he's blushing about it. This looks very promising.' Once everyone was assured that Adam was fine the party continued.
They fell into their groups again without noticing, this time with Severus walking much closer to Adam. Adam noticed that Severus kept glancing over at him. Without taking his eyes of the path (he learned that lesson) Adam asked:
"So you think I'm graceful?" That startled Severus enough to make him look at Adam full on. Adam looked at him, then turned back to the road.
"Yes. You are very graceful." Severus didn't look at him at all when he spoke, his face almost all pink by now. The sadist in Adam wanted to continue, but his human decency won and he decided to spare him.
"Your accent isn't from around here. Wales?" Severus looked at him now.
"Well, yes actually." Somewhere in this conversation (if it could be called that) Severus had lost the scowl (well, it wasn't really that big in the first place.) "I lived there until I started school here. I still go back over the summers."
"I was from Wales originally, but I moved to France during my schooling. I went to Beaubaxtons." It wasn't a lie. He did go to Beaubaxtons, but as a teacher over 100 years ago.
"And now you're here." Adam smiled at Severus.
"And now I'm here." Severus smiled back and the two made small talk all the way to the Three Broomsticks.
TBC
A/N - Well? You like? As I said before, I really like the Methos/Severus connection. I'm calling Mehtos Adam until he is found out (it won't be for a while.when Cassy shows up, even though he tells Severus. Sev (and I) will call him Methos when they are alone.) Is Severus acting a little out of character? Not really. That'll be explained later as well. More will come but it's like midnight and I'm really tired so..later.