Nb: the Welsh I got from the University of Wales that however mean I used it right doesn't so forgive me if you know Welsh no offense was meant. Xoxo
Severous Snape looks out of place in the tea rooms. His pale skin and dark hair tied back in a ponytail seem to argue with the pink cushions and drapes that look like a Divination classroom on steroids. Gwen wants to laugh but knows Sev doesn't need to be the butt of even more jokes so she doesn't.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" He asks.
She nods, "Nothing like a cuppa is there?" She smiles, "My mum used to stay up just to have that last cup of tea." She hasn't talked about her mother before because it's too private to tell just anyone.
"Did she die when you were very young?" Sev asks in a way that is far from pushy.
"Yes, she was quite the witch I don't really remember but my Aunt used to tell me about her, she blamed my father for her death like he could have stopped it. I think that's why he's always been so hard on me because he wants me to be able to look after myself." She looks at him, "What about your parents, you never speak about them,"
"There's nothing to tell we just don't get on," he sounds defensive so she lets the subject go.
"Maybe we should get some cake," she suggests instead trying to paste over the gap that's pushing them apart. Only she isn't hungry, she can't remember the last time she was actually hungry enough for cake but she wanted to say something to get beyond that look in his eyes.
"You don't eat cake," he says cutting through the crap with that razor edged tongue of his.
"No, you're right I don't I just wanted to fill the silence," she smiles finding his frank manner a pleasant change everyone else would try to ignore her eating disorder. "Can we go somewhere else, this place is weird."
They are the only people not kissing in the crowded cafe but the pink hearts and all that nonsense isn't very them. He looks relieved, "What about the Nag's Head?" He asks.
"Would they let us in?" She asks, no one ever goes there they all flock to the Broomsticks like there is safety in numbers and with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his followers maybe there's some truth in that assumption.
"Place is too quiet to afford to turn away custom," Sev smiles wrapping her tweed coat over her shoulders.
She smiles kissing him, "Thanks," she didn't think she would like being looked after but then she has been wrong before. They hold hands as they leave the overbearing tea shop, Gwen doesn't mind if people spot her she's happy to be with him. She does grip his hand a little tighter as they pass Zonko's because that's the notorious Marauder's spot they think they are all so cool with their practical jokes but it just seems so childish and pathetic.
"Oh look its Snevly and the traitor," Peter spits revelling a horrible side to his usually subdued personality. He points his wand at him, "You were supposed to be our friend and you're with him, he called Lilly a Mugblood and you're holding his bloody hand!"
"That was last year Pete, people change like I never realised you were such a wanker before," she says her hand reaching for her own wand.
Sirius and James spot them, "Oh look Wormtail's found some sport," he sneers.
"Sport?" Gwen asks throwing his word back at him, "You think this is some sort of game, and you wonder why Lilly doesn't want to be anywhere near you when you act like this?" She looks at Remus who's standing in the shadows of the doorway, "You got something to add Lupin or do you merely like to watch?"
Remus says nothing he acts like he's so superior but when it comes to it he is commended by his inaction.
"Come on Sev, let's leave the children to their pathetic games, she says turning her back on them muttering under her breath in Welsh Sev doesn't catch it all only something along the lines of mydylu, which he thinks means cock and it makes him laugh.
"What did you say?" James asks calling after her, "You got something to say at least say so we can all understand you."
"It's not my fault that you're an ignorant bigot," she sighs walking off.