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Severus for fillequill's Evans
Severus thought his ears might bleed he'd had his fingers shoved in them for so long now.  He hated hols, hated. He would have elected to stay at Hogwarts, had even begged for the first couple of years, but his mother said that she missed him and that she at least would like him home for Christmas. He didn't know why, it wasn't like she paid anymore attention to him. She was always running around, cow-tailing to his father's every need. Is your tea warm enough, dear? Would you like me to get your coat for you? Do you know when you'll return tonight - no, I don't mind of course not, I was just wondering so I could set some food out for you, it's nothing.  Severus, what have i told you about leaving your books on the kitchen table!

Finally, he extracted his fingertips from his eardrums.  They were still arguing.

Stupid, worthless-

I didn't mean to burn the ham Tobias, honest. I got, I got carried away with the-

The sodding Christmas tree, I know! Thought I toldjer we weren't getting one this year!

But - Tobias, it's Christmas.

A familiar tapping at his window pulled Severus' attention away from his quarreling parents.  He sat up on his bed and walked over to the dingy, yellowed window, pushing it open enough to let the tawny owl through. Curled underneath its sharp claws rested a tightly rolled bit of parchment.  He gave the owl a treat which he retrieved from his sock drawer and patted it on top of the head.

Dear Severus,

I am going barmy having to listen to my sister prattle on about her new boyfriend all ruddy day.  He's an oaf, I've seen him. He picked Petunia up for a date just the other night.  I don't think I can take much more.  Would you like to escape for a bit? At that place, you know?


Severus picked up the quill on top of his dresser and flattened out the parchment.


You're timing is impeccable. If I stay here any longer I will be forced to sectumsepra my own ears.  I will be there, I do know where.


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fillequill From: fillequill Date: August 6th, 2007 03:02 am (UTC) (Link)
Lily read his reply, smiling for a moment before stuffing the note into her coat pocket. She walked to the corner of her room, hooking her fingers under the window's edge and opening it slowly. The snow had ceased, and the cold night was still and silent beyond her bedroom.

She walked cautiously at first, her light breath and the crunching ice beneath her feet the only sounds. Lily rounded the corner and began to move more quickly. She passed beneath the lone street lamp on the corner, glanced over her shoulder briefly, and entered the large, gated yard.

She approached the swing set, it's metallic frame shining dully through the darkness. The chains creaked quietly as she sat, waiting for his arrival.
closetflorist From: closetflorist Date: August 6th, 2007 03:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Severus pulled on his old trainers, the ones with only two or three holes in them and thankfully not in the toe like his others. He wore a pair of too tight and too short muggle denims and a dark green turtleneck that his mother had knit him for Christmas and given to him early. It was almost the same shade of green as the curtains that hung from his four poster bed in the Slytherin dungeons and wearing it made things a little bit easier to deal with.

Oi, where's the bloody 'ell's that ale I toldjer to pick up, woman?"

...I'm sorry Tobias, I forgot. I was...

Too busy buying rubbish for your worthless son, I 'spose? What's he done, eh? Me, I've worked my arse off all day for the both of yeh and I can't even have my pint at the end o' the day fer my troubles."

"Tobias, I'm sorry. I didn't - I'll go now and -"

Severus drew his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the window, muttering a spell to grease the hinges so that it wouldn't creak once he propped it open. It took rather a bit of effort to extract his long, skinny legs out the window, but once he was able to stand outside, the cool winter air rushing across his cheeks, Severus felt indescribably better. He began walking, the slow walk quickly turning into a brisk power-walk, until finally, Severus was running, welcoming the sharp burn in his throat the cold, crisp air brought.
fillequill From: fillequill Date: August 6th, 2007 10:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Lily's eyes searched the darkened streets beyond the iron gate. The small bulbs of the Christmas lights cast a pale, artificial glow at one corner of the street while the rest of the lane was black. She heard him, quiet footsteps in the alley behind her, before watching him enter the way she had. Only a tall shadow in the distance, dark hair and hunched shoulders.

Rising from her seat, she walked toward him and smiled brilliantly as he came more clearly into view.
closetflorist From: closetflorist Date: August 6th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Severus felt instantly warmer as Lily came into his view, as if fiery red hair was enveloping him in its warmth. She was wearing a dark burgundy jumper, which normally he would loathe as a requirement of being a Slytherin, but they weren't at school now and the deep red really did look lovely on her. She was the walking, talking spirit of Christmas with her long, red hair and evergreen eyes.

"Hullo," he said quietly. "Got out all right?"
fillequill From: fillequill Date: August 6th, 2007 11:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Simple enough," Lily said. She looked up at his face, pale with cold. Pulling her hand from her pocket, she slipped her fingers into the palm of his hand. Lily felt the small bones in his fingers shift awkwardly around hers and she glanced over her shoulder nervously.

"I'm cold." She tightened her grip around his hand. "Where do we go?"
closetflorist From: closetflorist Date: August 7th, 2007 02:57 am (UTC) (Link)
Severus stiffened when Lily slipped her hand casually into his. It was a simple, friendly gesture, he reminded himself. Something done between friends. Her hand was warm in his and his palm instantly turned clammy as the walked, bathed in the yellowish light from the street lamps lining the walk. He shivered as a harsh, icy wind whipped around them, wishing he’d pulled on his coat now, no matter how ridiculous it looked on him.

“Doesn’t matter,” He replied, relaxing his fingers around hers gradually as they walked down the path. “Someplace warm, I think.”
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