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You know, I think this is going to be rather long. I tried to avoid writing this, but it just wouldn't go away. I may start posting it on ff.net where I can tinker with impunity. The bloody thing has about 35 scenes outlined but there are all these time jumps and it's driving me a bit nuts. I ran it by WG doubtfully, and he liked this part so... *shrug.* Okay. It messes up the next part but oh yeah, I remember what it's like dealing with chaptered fics again.

The Albatross is here and the other part is here.

The next few days settled into a comfortable if surreal routine. They took lunch in the shop, ignoring the noisome cauldrons and various dissected ingredients spread around them on chiseled and battered countertops. Percy was mainly grateful it was warm and dry, much colder lunches still fresh in his mind.

Work continued as if nothing had changed. They still had pitifully few orders and Snape gave Percy the simplest while he added to a growing stockpile of rare potions that no one (apparently) wanted. Snape snarled insults at Percy as he hunched over his cauldron adding Lemur whiskers and stirring four times, shoulders stiff with the effort to concentrate.

"Weasley!" Snape snapped, descending on him. He seized the cauldron and poured an hour's worth of effort down the drain. Percy shut his eyes. "Stir slowly. It is a potion, not a casserole."

Percy took a breath, his hands clenched at his sides. Then calmly reassembled the ingredients for the Imperisio potion. He entertained himself imagining what sort of creature would be best suited to work for one Severus Snape. Certainly not a house-elf. It'd kill itself with punishments within a week. A centaur would have the necessary resilience but then there was that inconvenient tendency to kick and fire arrows… a hippogriff was probably the worst option. First it would sever Snape's right arm, then his left….

"Weasley, damn you, that was four turns!" Snape snarled at him. He stood over Percy again, almost breathing down his neck.

It had not been four turns, Percy had caught himself just before the fourth, but he followed Snape's directions to the letter anyway, three quick counter-clockwise strokes to neutralise any over-thickening. Snape peered at the surface of the potion suspiciously and cast Percy an irritated glare before taking a few backward steps and returning to his own bubbling cauldron. Percy wondered why Snape even bothered to have an assistant.

At the end of the workday Snape stood at the darkest corner of the workroom. His heavy eyes fell on Percy, once again brooking no argument. He pulled the door to his quarters open, and without a word Percy filed in. The screen rattled as it shut behind them.

He and Snape had come to a silent compromise about the mealtime arrangements after the first morning Percy took his dinner plate into the cluttered potions' shop. There was little magic there either, as most spells interfered with the delicate blending of potions, or so Snape insisted. From then on, Percy enjoyed a Snape-free hour at breakfast and supper, the shop dirty, yet quiet and peaceful. For that short period, his time was his own, and in the evenings as he ate in the circle of lantern light he almost felt that the shop belonged to him in a strange sense.

When Snape's kitchen lights clicked off and the squares they made outside the glass shop door vanished, that was Percy's signal to come inside. Next the hall lights would click on, revealing strip of bright light under the door between the shop and the Snape's flat. Most nights Percy would glance back at the shop door then. The leaves had begun to collect on the rickety wooden steps up to Snape's shop, but he could easily leave. Instead Percy wiped his hands on the napkin, brushed the crumbs onto the plate and set the silverware on it, carrying it and the lantern inside. Snape always waited for him at the bottom of the stair, hands folded with moderate patience. Or else he leaned against the wall still reading a book. Percy carried the lantern and Snape followed him up the stairs, muttering charms under his breath. Shutters throughout the first floor slammed shut and locked, a wind raised the hair on the back of Percy's neck as candles were snuffed.

As Snape took his evening shower, Percy quickly scrambled into his borrowed nightclothes and crawled under the covers.

The first night he'd waited, clutching his pillow, chin buried in his arms. Snape had emerged in a cloud of steam with an absent sniff, toweling off his hair. Then the room grew ten degrees warmer as the bed sank next to Percy, the weight of a virtual stranger beside him. Percy braced himself for the worst… but Snape merely rolled over, turning his back on Percy, and went to sleep.

As days passed Percy accepted his new-found fortune with a sense of inevitability.

Part 3.

I dunno. What am I doing writing hurt/comfort? I hate hurt/comfort.

Date: 2005-10-30 07:36 pm (UTC)
swtalmnd: baby bunny and a cup of tea (Default)
From: [personal profile] swtalmnd
Perhaps you felt that since you hurt poor Percy you had to comfort him? I am loving this anyway, whether or not you are ;)

Date: 2005-10-30 07:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icarusancalion.livejournal.com
Or maybe I just had to write Percy with that long hair? *points to your icon*

I'm glad you're enjoying it at least. I keep shaking my head over this fic, but it insists on tapping on my window.


Date: 2005-10-31 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icarusancalion.livejournal.com
That's really heartening, by the way. Okay, here's more (http://www.livejournal.com/users/icarusancalion/427879.html).

I really like that icon.


Date: 2005-10-30 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] selkielass.livejournal.com
I like it.
Hurt comfort? Maybe, but with snape it's not so much comfort as a reduced level of discomfort. Thanks for that 'nice'snape is just too OOC and one of the things I like about this is how snarky and IC your Snape is.

More please!

Date: 2005-10-30 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icarusancalion.livejournal.com
More's on its way. I'm glad you like it, and I think you're right about the reduced discomfort. When I whinged to WG about this section and how little happens in it, he asked why I was writing it. "Well, the point has to be made that they're together but don't particularly enjoy each other's company." Thank you. Your words tell me that I'm probably on the right track.


Date: 2005-10-31 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icarusancalion.livejournal.com
Okay, here's more (http://www.livejournal.com/users/icarusancalion/427879.html). I was going to post both parts as one but I wasn't sure if I would be able to finish this one today.


Date: 2005-10-31 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] selkielass.livejournal.com
Oh Goodie!
By the by, sorry about all the typos- it is what comes of typing around/over a nursing infant.

Date: 2005-10-31 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hilarita.livejournal.com
It's not so much h/c as h/cold comfort,really. I love your Snape. And your Percy.

Date: 2005-10-31 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icarusancalion.livejournal.com
Yes, good point. And it doesn't get any better in the next part here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/icarusancalion/427879.html).


Date: 2005-10-31 12:16 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] dubhartach.livejournal.com
So happy to see this, The Albatross is a recurring favourite of mine and I've always wanted to see more in that universe.

Date: 2005-10-31 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icarusancalion.livejournal.com
Well there's definitely more. Unfortunately, it's not much happier for the two of them. I just posted it here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/icarusancalion/427879.html).



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