Author's Note: another review! How thoughtful of you! You wish for the
characters to be fleshed out a bit more. Give me a few more chapters and I
believe you wish shall be granted. (when you say flesh, I shall assume you
are talking about giving them physical appearance and personality.
Physiognomy has no part in this at all. Evil can have beautiful or horrid
looks).
Severus
The sun was high in the morning sky, but Severus Snape was far from the star's warmth or light, buried away in his personal library with all of the deep green curtains pulled tight over windows. The only light came from a faint glow on his desk by a candle burnt all the way down to the nub. Severus's long spiny fingers coiled snake like around his quill as he wrote a letter.
Dearest Mila,
I am sorry to disturb you. I would not, even for all of the gold in the world, ever speak to you again if it was my choice, and you know this to be true. Considering the last conversation we shared, I got the distinct impression that you were not getting along well with Siberia. Believe me you are the last person in the world I would crawl to for assistance, but I need something you alone have. Albus has agreed to temporarily suspend your dismissal to the eastern half of the continent if you agree to help me, and, if all goes well, he may lift the banishment permanently.
Yours truly,
Prof. Severus Snape
Severus read and reread the letter several time before sealing it in an envelope and sending it off with his owl.
"Severus?"
Snape turned to see gray Albus Dumbledor smiling at him from across the room. He had aged severely since Severus last saw him. He had deep circles under his eyes from sleepless nights full of coughing and hacking. The old man had about had it. He was feeble, bones seemingly made of glass. It reminded Severus of an old figurine his mother had. He had never been allowed to touch it. It was fragile, made to be looked at from a distance. But his eyes. Burning balls of blue life, still strong, still hard. They were the only thing Albus had left of himself. "How has such a great wizard come to this?" Severus wondered to himself.
"Have you mailed you letter yet?" A faint smile played on the corners of the old man's lips. He walked toward the window, long royal blue robes swishing around his slight frame. His knarled hands grasped the curtains and, with an abnormally graceful motion, swung them open, letting the sunlight finally become lord the room. Severus squinted at the sudden intrusion into his kingdom. His pupil quickly contracted to shut out the horrid, unwanted, visitor. "You really shouldn't sit in the dark, Severus. It is bad for your eyes."
Severus's eyes refocused, immediately sending an irritated glare at the still smiling Headmaster. "You are enjoying this too much, you know?"
Albus chuckled deeply, the sound resonating warmth into the frigid room. "Seeing you uncomfortable? Why, one of the few pleasures I indulge myself in! But seriously, we need her. Their faith in you is wearing thin. And suddenly Mila, the only woman to be admitted into the inner circle, whirls back into the picture. Rescued from exile, by non other, than Severus Snape!"
Severus
The sun was high in the morning sky, but Severus Snape was far from the star's warmth or light, buried away in his personal library with all of the deep green curtains pulled tight over windows. The only light came from a faint glow on his desk by a candle burnt all the way down to the nub. Severus's long spiny fingers coiled snake like around his quill as he wrote a letter.
Dearest Mila,
I am sorry to disturb you. I would not, even for all of the gold in the world, ever speak to you again if it was my choice, and you know this to be true. Considering the last conversation we shared, I got the distinct impression that you were not getting along well with Siberia. Believe me you are the last person in the world I would crawl to for assistance, but I need something you alone have. Albus has agreed to temporarily suspend your dismissal to the eastern half of the continent if you agree to help me, and, if all goes well, he may lift the banishment permanently.
Yours truly,
Prof. Severus Snape
Severus read and reread the letter several time before sealing it in an envelope and sending it off with his owl.
"Severus?"
Snape turned to see gray Albus Dumbledor smiling at him from across the room. He had aged severely since Severus last saw him. He had deep circles under his eyes from sleepless nights full of coughing and hacking. The old man had about had it. He was feeble, bones seemingly made of glass. It reminded Severus of an old figurine his mother had. He had never been allowed to touch it. It was fragile, made to be looked at from a distance. But his eyes. Burning balls of blue life, still strong, still hard. They were the only thing Albus had left of himself. "How has such a great wizard come to this?" Severus wondered to himself.
"Have you mailed you letter yet?" A faint smile played on the corners of the old man's lips. He walked toward the window, long royal blue robes swishing around his slight frame. His knarled hands grasped the curtains and, with an abnormally graceful motion, swung them open, letting the sunlight finally become lord the room. Severus squinted at the sudden intrusion into his kingdom. His pupil quickly contracted to shut out the horrid, unwanted, visitor. "You really shouldn't sit in the dark, Severus. It is bad for your eyes."
Severus's eyes refocused, immediately sending an irritated glare at the still smiling Headmaster. "You are enjoying this too much, you know?"
Albus chuckled deeply, the sound resonating warmth into the frigid room. "Seeing you uncomfortable? Why, one of the few pleasures I indulge myself in! But seriously, we need her. Their faith in you is wearing thin. And suddenly Mila, the only woman to be admitted into the inner circle, whirls back into the picture. Rescued from exile, by non other, than Severus Snape!"