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Warm brown met coal black as they stared. Finally, Severus shrugged and followed Remus to an empty hallway. Turning back after stopping, he found Severus with a small smile on his face, seemingly happy to be taken from the Slytherin crowd for a bit. What met his smile was a look of contempt and hidden underneath was worry.
"What's wrong? You said we needed to talk..." Sev trailed off as the look darkened in his friend's eyes.
"Yes, we do. I want to know exactly what's going on with you," Remus demanded, crossing his arms.
Severus turned away, insisting, "It's nothing, I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm not going to regret being your friend, but I refuse to go down with you. I know what's been going on. Why you feel you can't trust me, I don't know. I thought we were best friends," Remus said, exasperated.
"I told you, I don't' know what you're talking about. Just drop it," Sev finished, and began walking away.
"You've been there. To the meetings. Don't you dare try to deny it. I'd bet 20 galleons on it if I had to. Are you marked yet?"
"Do you really think I'm that stupid?" The black eyes flashed in anger. "Stupid enough to join or to get marked and come back to school? Either way, you can guess my opinion. Why? What possessed you to do this?"
"It has nothing to do with you, so don't put yourself where you don't belong!" Severus snarled at him. "You don't know what my life is. You think you understand but you don't. Stop trying to be my therapist!"
"You think your life is hard?" Remus asked quietly, seething in anger at Severus' assumption.
"I'm done with this conversation," Severus stated before walking away. As soon as he found the end of the hallway, Remus' voice traveled to his ears.
"You spoiled brat! You've always had it way to easy!"
Fighting the urge to run back, he forced his feet forward, propelling himself towards the dungeons. Ignoring the sounds of his best friend breaking down as best as he could, he tried to dismiss the conversation. After stepping through the portrait hole, he went to the boy's dormitories and met Lucius who held out a black robe with silver lining. Along with the robe came a mask.
"Time for Initiation."
Warm brown met coal black as they stared. Finally, Severus shrugged and followed Remus to an empty hallway. Turning back after stopping, he found Severus with a small smile on his face, seemingly happy to be taken from the Slytherin crowd for a bit. What met his smile was a look of contempt and hidden underneath was worry.
"What's wrong? You said we needed to talk..." Sev trailed off as the look darkened in his friend's eyes.
"Yes, we do. I want to know exactly what's going on with you," Remus demanded, crossing his arms.
Severus turned away, insisting, "It's nothing, I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'm not going to regret being your friend, but I refuse to go down with you. I know what's been going on. Why you feel you can't trust me, I don't know. I thought we were best friends," Remus said, exasperated.
"I told you, I don't' know what you're talking about. Just drop it," Sev finished, and began walking away.
"You've been there. To the meetings. Don't you dare try to deny it. I'd bet 20 galleons on it if I had to. Are you marked yet?"
"Do you really think I'm that stupid?" The black eyes flashed in anger. "Stupid enough to join or to get marked and come back to school? Either way, you can guess my opinion. Why? What possessed you to do this?"
"It has nothing to do with you, so don't put yourself where you don't belong!" Severus snarled at him. "You don't know what my life is. You think you understand but you don't. Stop trying to be my therapist!"
"You think your life is hard?" Remus asked quietly, seething in anger at Severus' assumption.
"I'm done with this conversation," Severus stated before walking away. As soon as he found the end of the hallway, Remus' voice traveled to his ears.
"You spoiled brat! You've always had it way to easy!"
Fighting the urge to run back, he forced his feet forward, propelling himself towards the dungeons. Ignoring the sounds of his best friend breaking down as best as he could, he tried to dismiss the conversation. After stepping through the portrait hole, he went to the boy's dormitories and met Lucius who held out a black robe with silver lining. Along with the robe came a mask.
"Time for Initiation."