Century Mark
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hp_goldenageTitle: Century Mark
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torino10154
Word Count: 100 X 3
Rating: G
Characters: Severus, Albus Severus
Disclaimer: Not mine. They all belong to JKR.
A/N: I wrote this drabble set when I'd been in fandom for about a year, in March 2008, but it's still a favorite of mine and well-suited for the comm.
The imposing man stirred a potion over a low flame, the simmering brew almost perfect. His thin silver hair, tied with a leather string, hung half-way down his back.
Boot heels clicked on the hard stone floor but the elderly Potions Master couldn't hear the man approaching him.
"Headmaster," a deep voice said as the middle aged man made his presence known, standing in the older man's line of sight.
"Don't interrupt me, Albus," Severus said as he stirred. "It's nearly finished."
Just then he pulled the stirring rod out of the cauldron and turned to gather the glass vials.
***
While Severus's back was turned, Al tossed in a pinch of the moonstone that remained on the table. The color change was slight but significant.
What his godfather didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
When Severus turned back to the cauldron, Al asked, "Do you need help?"
"I have been brewing since I was eleven years old. E-lev-en. Eighty-nine years. Do you think so much of yourself, of your skills as a Potions Master, that you believe I could learn anything from you?"
"You taught me everything I know." The man loved to hear that.
"Damn right, I did," Severus grunted.
***
"My third grandson was just born last week."
"Another Potter male. Will the line never end?" Severus said without malice.
"At least you don't have to teach us anymore."
"And what did they name this one?" Severus inquired, his brow raised.
"Harry James, of course," Al replied, chuckling.
Severus snorted. "Sentimental Gryffindors. I have no idea how you ended up with such a sensible name."
Al burst out laughing and Severus curled his lip into his version of a smile.
"I don't know either," he replied as he helped the man bottle his daily doses of the Draught of Peace.
Author:
torino10154Word Count: 100 X 3
Rating: G
Characters: Severus, Albus Severus
Disclaimer: Not mine. They all belong to JKR.
A/N: I wrote this drabble set when I'd been in fandom for about a year, in March 2008, but it's still a favorite of mine and well-suited for the comm.
The imposing man stirred a potion over a low flame, the simmering brew almost perfect. His thin silver hair, tied with a leather string, hung half-way down his back.
Boot heels clicked on the hard stone floor but the elderly Potions Master couldn't hear the man approaching him.
"Headmaster," a deep voice said as the middle aged man made his presence known, standing in the older man's line of sight.
"Don't interrupt me, Albus," Severus said as he stirred. "It's nearly finished."
Just then he pulled the stirring rod out of the cauldron and turned to gather the glass vials.
While Severus's back was turned, Al tossed in a pinch of the moonstone that remained on the table. The color change was slight but significant.
What his godfather didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
When Severus turned back to the cauldron, Al asked, "Do you need help?"
"I have been brewing since I was eleven years old. E-lev-en. Eighty-nine years. Do you think so much of yourself, of your skills as a Potions Master, that you believe I could learn anything from you?"
"You taught me everything I know." The man loved to hear that.
"Damn right, I did," Severus grunted.
"My third grandson was just born last week."
"Another Potter male. Will the line never end?" Severus said without malice.
"At least you don't have to teach us anymore."
"And what did they name this one?" Severus inquired, his brow raised.
"Harry James, of course," Al replied, chuckling.
Severus snorted. "Sentimental Gryffindors. I have no idea how you ended up with such a sensible name."
Al burst out laughing and Severus curled his lip into his version of a smile.
"I don't know either," he replied as he helped the man bottle his daily doses of the Draught of Peace.
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Date: 2014-07-13 12:49 pm (UTC)The sensible name joke made me snort. LOL Nice!
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Date: 2014-07-13 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-13 10:40 pm (UTC)Draught of Peace, though. A sad thing to carry into one's older years.
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Date: 2014-07-14 11:37 am (UTC)