A/N: This is a collection of scenes used as background in an A/U Potterverse RPG. Our Snape is completely asexual and hates to be touched. Lucius Malfoy is extremely tactful and polite, but feels a driving need to play devil's advocate in any situation. Rodolphus Lestrange and his brother are the sons of a long-established Irish pureblood family, who raise sheep, among other less-common things, in the rural areas outside of Ballycastle. Finer details will become obvious as more scenes are added.
May, 1976
He sat in the corner of the dimly-lit pub, listening to some band with too many bagpipes play songs of revolution. Roddy had picked the pub, tonight. It was in Ballycastle, a few miles from the Lestranges' sheep farm. "The Freehold", Roddy always called the farm, although Sev wasn't wholly certain he wanted to know why. The implications alone were distressing enough.
Lucky was leaned over a table of burly young Irishmen, playing devil's advocate with their politics. One of these days it would get him taken out back and strung up by the ankles, but he'd come in with Roddy, so he couldn't really be an English nationalist. He'd become something of a house pet -- a tame Englishman who could be heckled and would provide wise and witty return arguments if one put liquour in the machine.
Bella was over at the bar, getting another round for the table, and 'Cissa was with her to ensure that she didn't murder the bartender in the process. It wouldn't do to hex up Roddy's local.
Roddy had been right up near the band, in the crowd that was drinking whisky like water, howling for a revolt. He really believed that pureblood wizards would save the world, and Sev almost agreed with his logic, sometimes. It would be a perfect plan, except for the part where half the purebloods he knew were wholehearted English nationalists, who wanted to control the Irish like a nation of stupid children. Sev didn't give a jarvey's tail about their politics, really. They seemed willing to pay for his intelligence and skill, and that counted for quite a bit.
He drank whisky, as he tended to, as he speculated on the nature of his friends and wizarding politics. Suddenly, he noticed that Roddy wasn't by the stage, any more... Where had that little fairy queen gotten off to this time? He'd never forgive himself if anything happened to the man.
As he set his glass down and started to stand, long, fireplug-red hair slid down over his face, followed by a pair of bright green eyes. "Hey, silly, what are you doing sulking in the corner? It's a fine night, tonight!"
"Worrying about you. Why else would I be stationed with my back nearly to two walls, waiting for the first hex to fly?" He was disgruntled at having his contemplations disrupted. "And how did you get behind me, anyway?"
Roddy giggled and stepped around the front of Sev's chair. "Your 'nearly' met my disillusionment charm." He bent over until he was nose to nose with Sev. "I'm going to have to cheer you up!"
Roddy leaned forward, catching Sev in a sloppily passionate kiss. Sev reflected on it for a moment -- the muddy taste of a good single malt whisky combined with the smell of a very happy Roddy was almost enough to make up for the revolting intimate flesh contact. One moment was a moment too long.
Flash
Lucky had pulled out the camera.
Sev shoved Roddy away, half-heartedly. "Eww. Get off." He spit and wiped his tongue off on his hand.
Just then, Bella returned with the drinks and pushed Roddy into the wall as she pulled out the chair next to Sev's. "My date, Rodolphus. Get your own."