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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Jan 22, 2018 20:42:09 GMT
 She was a little bit ruined a beautiful disaster but she was magic
It was strange for Dora to be sitting in a pub, waiting for a man she had absolutely zero interest in romantically speaking, instead of flirting it up with the attractive blokes over at the bar but that was precisely what she was doing. She and Severus had been writing back and forth for some time now about how wretched Potter and his fiancée were. Dora knew Severus was a little slow on the social uptake at times, but he had completely missed all of the opportunities she had given him to set a date to meet up and have a proper bitch-fest in person. Instead, Dora had been the one to suggest an actual meeting, instead of the ‘whenever you’re around’ or ‘we should get together soon’ statements they had been throwing about for nearly a month. Poor Severus, locked up in his own little isolated world. Dora felt sorry for him because she completely understood. She herself had been known to push away the light of day and hole away like a hermit. Though Dora tried not to openly admit to such episodes, anyone who spent any decent amount of time with her had played witness to her bouts of melancholy. Fin got the worst of it, of course, but then he knew what he was getting into when he permitted her to live with him last year while she got on her feet.
The Rellik Tavern was not Dora’s typical sort of hang out, she much preferred the high-class cocktail lounges and places that were all about being seen, but she knew that wasn’t Severus’ type of place and despite being relatively stuck up at times, she did fancy herself a good friend. Besides, if she got Severus drunk enough here, then she could likely convince him to wander up the street with her to one of the nightclubs where she could get a proper drink and let out some energy on the dancefloor. A proper drink was not something readily available in this scruffy old dive bar. In fact, when she ordered a cocktail from the old woman behind the bar, Dora had to explain step by step how to make it. It helped that Dora tended bar herself but the main appeal for the old barmaid was that Dora said she’d pay her extra for the effort. They still weren’t great drinks, but they were better than beer or tequila straight, which is what most of the men around her were drinking.
Being somewhat of a professional drinker, Dora already had two cocktails by the time a familiar face appeared in the doorway. “Sev!” She waved her hand to get his attention from the little table in the corner she had procured for them. She had convinced a bloke to switch tables with her earlier, flirting with him to get her way, so that she could be farther away from the toilets which smelled as though they hadn’t been cleaned properly in a month. On the table in front of her were two cocktails, one for her and one for Severus. Hers was a pink concoction with cranberry and orange juice mixed in, and his an electric blue (simply because he was a boy and she wanted him to feel manly).
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 4:13:27 GMT
 Severus had just finished reading over the last sentence of the scroll when he let out a small sigh. Dora made it a point to invite him out tonight to properly catch up instead of sending owls to convey small talk. A small huff of a laugh left him as he rolled up the scroll before adding it to the pile growing on his work table. His dark eyes looking around the surroundings that have become his temporary living quarters, the entire place was in disarray. His bed unmade, his work tabled cluttered with parchment and scrolls, by the fireplace his cauldron was surprisingly empty for once. It was still fairly in the morning when he received the owl therefore he had not started on his daily experiments.
When was the last time he made the effort to see the women that grew to be so kind to him. While he tried to remember the answer, he pulled himself out of his chair and walked over to the wardrobe. It has been a while since he spent any time with her or Fin, so lost in his work and becoming a new member of the Death Eaters. After he realized this, a ghost of a smile touched his mouth. He was grateful that she had invited him out to social. She has always been a strong willed women, admiring her for it.
He began to shift through his clothes, trying to figure out what he should wear tonight when he noticed how plain and redundant his wardrobe was. Dora was a relatively posh when it came to her apparel and felt a bit conscience as he looked over all of the dark robes and clothes he has gathered over the year. From the corner of his eye, he caught the mirror hanging on the wall. He walked over to take a hard look at himself. He has changed a bit since his 5th year, mostly all limbs now and his face took more definition. Hell, he even started to grow a bit of facial hair. He would be in denial if he said he was not self conscience about his looks however. No thanks to the mental abuse over the years, being picked on because of his nose, his teeth, his hair.
His fingers reaching up to touch the unwashed hair at the roots, before staring at himself in the eyes. Maybe for one day, he should try to get prim and proper. Try to hide some of his flaws the best he can. He scratches at the scruff on his cheek and made up his mind on the matter. He would try to make an effort with his appearance for his friend. And for himself.
He spent the rest of the day out shopping for an outfit to wear for the night. Thankful for the witch running the store that gave him advice and even piece together this outfit for him. It was simple. Nothing fancy, but he did look like he cleaned up a bit when he tried it all on. The real bonus was he was not wearing anything that bellows when he walks.
Once he returned back to his room with his new belongs, he took a long shower and made sure to wash his hair and even conditioned it. He decided to go all out; shaving all the facial hair that had grown in over the pass few days, gargling mouthwash, and even slapped on some fancy aftershave to make him smell dandy. The finishing touches were drying and styling his hair so it did not frizz and getting dressed. When he pulled on the button up, he left it half buttoned to show his undershirt and rolled up the sleeves neatly at the bends of his elbow. The next time he looked into the mirror, he could not believe his eyes. He lets out a scoff of disbelief while smoothing out a wrinkle in the shirt, “wonder what Dora will say” he mumbled while grabbing his new coat, pulling it on before looking at the time. He was late!
He did not waste time as he suddenly appears in front of the tavern, pushing open the door to hear his name being called out. His dark eyes finding the girl waving a hand to get his attention. For some odd reason, his stomach knotted up when he started to walk over to the table. Once there, he helped himself to the seat across from the girl. He was terrible at social norm, wondering if he should have offered a hug before he took his seat. His eyes catching a bit of her outfit, “Dora, you look… splendid tonight.” He awkwardly spat out in his typical monotone voice
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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Jan 24, 2018 7:21:52 GMT
She was a little bit ruined a beautiful disaster but she was magic
Dora couldn’t help but be a bit dumbstruck as Severus cleared the crowd of people standing, milling about and she could see him properly. He was well dressed (relatively so compared to his traditional gothic attire), his hair didn’t have that limp, greasy look to it that it normally did, and he actually looked rather dashing if you could manage to look past his large nose and sallow skin. Dora suddenly had a terribly feeling in the pit of her stomach. When she invited Severus out for drinks and gossip on a Wednesday night, it was simply because she had the night off, but she had since been reminded that it was, in fact, Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t a day Dora normally gave much attention to, never really having a boyfriend before to shower her with affection and certainly not considering herself worthy of such attention by the stronger sex. She wasn’t one of those single girls who wept into her pillowcase because she had no one to spend the holiday with because she never expected to have anyone special in her life in that regard in the first place. Looking at Severus now, his version of all dolled up for the evening, Dora wondered if maybe he hadn’t gotten the wrong idea about tonight. She was not shagging Severus Snape, not even on Valentine’s Day.
Schooling her features as he approached, she beamed at him, wanting to toe the line between encouraging the normally reserved and anti-social wizard to be more confident as he clearly appeared in his new outfit, and leading him on in any fashion. It would be difficult, considering how flirty Dora was by nature. He complimented her appearance, a more muted ensemble that she had chosen precisely to match her gossip partner’s traditional look, and her wide grin grew further still. “Well yes but look at you!” She leaned in across the table, her black curls falling in front of her shoulders. “Did you go shopping?” The idea of most any boy going shopping was really rather silly to Dora, except Fin because of course he had gone on plenty of shopping dates with her, drinking champagne as they took turns modeling outfits for each other. He was the gayest straight friend she could ever ask for.
“Oh, that’s for you,” she said, gently nudging the blue cocktail towards him. “The barmaid had no bloody clue how to mix a proper cocktail, I had to stand over and give her instructions, but mine doesn’t taste too bad. Hopefully yours is alright, unless you’d rather a beer or something.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 0:18:27 GMT
While he was struggling to get through the horde of bodies cluttering the normally empty tavern, he tried to determine what has the place bustling tonight. When he told Dora that his calendar on his wall was purely for decoration, he was not exaggerating. He is somewhat oblivious as to what day of the week it was at the moment. He no longer attends school and has not acquired a respectable place of employment, so he has lost the need to keep track of time.
He managed to arrive to the table with out too much hassle, though he did have someone take a step back onto his foot in passing. Crowds like this, packed into a dank and dark tavern, it made him feel agitated. However, he would brush it off when he got to his seat and saw her across from him at the table. He would have to deal so that he would not ruin the night she had planned for them. She was the only person to made an effort for him, so he would give her the same curtesy. Now they had to get through all the social formalities.
"Well yes but look at you! Did you go shopping?”
His transformation must have been a successful one. He found himself turning his gaze downwards to the hands resting on his lap. His hair falling to cover his face just enough to cover the ghost of a smile before he was able to recompose himself, hoping the fleeting bashfulness goes unnoticed by Dora. He sat up straight again and tucked some of his hair behind his ear.
”In fact I did. I went to an appeal store near the Inn. I have little to no knowledge in things involving fashion, so I had acquired some assistants from the witch that was working.”
Perhaps he should have simply asked Dora for her advise before going out on his own. Would have been more successful, and he would have the opportunity to learn something new. He did not give it a second though when a glass was slid towards him, his dark eyes peering down into the blue mixture. Curiosity stirring up when he tried to guess what was inside. He took the glass in hand and brought it under his nose where he took in the aroma before taking a sip, guessing again. It was smooth, hardly able to tell there was any strong alcohol in it.
”The barmaid had no bloody clue how to mix a proper cocktail, I had to stand over and give her instructions, but mine doesn’t taste too bad. Hopefully yours is alright, unless you’d rather a beer or something.”
He held up his hand for a moment to signal there was no need, “It will do just fine, thank you.” To prove his point, he took a few more sips of his delicious drink before leaning into his seat. ”I did not keep you waiting too long I hope” He asked, looking back at her,
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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Mar 4, 2018 7:49:02 GMT
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Severus was rather cute when he got embarrassed which wasn’t all that often as far as Dora was aware. Cute in an adorable way, not in an attractive manner that would cause Dora to change her mind about shagging him at any point this evening or ever. He was a sweet enough bloke, and Dora actually felt rather bad for him. He was not what anyone would consider classically handsome, and in fact he was really rather the opposite. Even now that he was all gussied up and looking as dashing as Dora had ever seen him, he wasn’t someone that would turn a girl’s head which was the reason Dora was fairly certain he was still a virgin. Dora thought she really ought to find some bird to hook him up with for a night, he was such a good guy, she didn’t want him to be lonely. “Clearly she knew what she was doing because you look smashing,” she replied, complimenting him again in the hopes of seeing the edges of his mouth curl upward into an elusive smile.
Brushing her dark curls off her shoulder and lifting her own glass, Dora was pleased that Severus appeared to like the drink she had picked out for him. “I won’t be offended if you decide to change your mind.” She took a small sip of her drink and held her glass aloft, smiling. They really hadn’t ever gone out like this before and she wasn’t sure whether he would be offended by such a posh looking drink or not. Some blokes got all defensive about a cocktail, thinking anything with an attractive color to it was only for witches and queer wizards, as if their chest hair would instantly fall out the moment the sweet concoction touched their lips. Of course, Snape wouldn’t be like that.
She had never really known him to worry much about what others thought of him, clearly, but then she had never really hung about with him on her own. Usually there were others mixed in and Severus was simply hanging on the outskirts of the group being rather anti-social without being rude. Well, that was her perception of it, at least.
Nearly everyone seemed a little anti-social compared to the girl that would quite literally dance on the table tops if the right song came on, and she had no qualms about approaching a man and inviting him to play as her chair for the evening, hanging on him and either leading him on and ditching him at the last minute, or deciding he seemed fun enough to take him back to her little flat and shagging his brains out. She knew Fin was pleased that she’d gotten her own place for just those occasions because apparently Dora was not subtle when she’d brought a bloke back in the middle of the night while living at Fin’s place.
“Not long, no. I’ve only been here long enough to get the table and teach a couple of simple recipes to the bartender. Not even long enough to finish the first of many, many drinks.” She grinned broadly and raised her glass again before taking a slightly larger gulp. “So,” she said, leaning forward slightly and setting her glass on the table, “which horrible twat shall we discuss first? Evans or Potter?” There was no reason to continue with the social niceties when they had come together with the express purpose of not being nice.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2018 18:28:55 GMT
“Clearly she knew what she was doing because you look smashing,”
This time around he was able to resist the urge that made him want to advert his gaze in a bashful manner and grin like a fool. It was a odd sensation that he was not completely comfortable with even in the presence of an friend such as Dora. Instead, he gave a crooked side smile, one that was common. “You are too kind,” He took another sip of the beverage she had worked on for him, smacking his lips together a few times. “Tell me, what did you put in this?” he inquired, his curious mind willing to know.
Despite their vast differences, they do share a love and artistry for chemistry. His a bit more complex but no more important than hers in the slightest. It takes a manner of skill to find the right ingredients that mix well together that make something special that people can use. The realization that they had this one thing in common was enough for another ghost of a true smile to tug at the corner of his pale lips. Again his hand waving when she mentioned the drink once more, ”In truth, I might want another in a moment”
“So, which horrible twat shall we discuss first? Evans or Potter?”
His evening would have been perfect had he not heard those names. However, they were the premise that merited him an invitation out tonight. He let out a small sigh, his gaze turning down at the glass in his hand. ”I am going to need a lot more of this concoction,” His attempt at humor. The glass reaching his lips as he took a few swigs, the glass half empty now.
The noise in the bar growing as more people began to gather around the tavern, his dark eyes taking a moment to scan those around their table. People forming small groups; chatting away and laughing at jokes that he could not hear. There were even a few couples sharing intimate moments by the bar or in dark corners, holding each other close and kissing. The moment his eyes landed on a rather handsy couple, his gaze snapped back to Dora. Do they have no shame he wondered as he took a few more gulps of his drink.
When he noticed Dora’s lingering gaze on him, he remembered that she was waiting on his answer. Right,….Potter does make himself an easy target doesn’t he?” he started.
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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Mar 26, 2018 6:10:29 GMT
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Severus’ drink was a mix of several different alcohols, and a few neutral mixers to make it taste sweeter. Dora listed them off for him, not really getting too precise about the recipe but more informing as to what sort of buzz he could expect. Dora had found that everyone reacted to alcohol in their own distinct manner. There were some that went wild with tequila, while for others it was whiskey. Dora preferred vodka and she had built up quite the tolerance so it took a fairly large amount to actually get her truly smashed off it like she used to. She had never seen Severus really drunk before and she wondered if he even knew which alcohols did what to him. Of course he did, she was being patronizing in thinking he was a novice. Just because he didn’t go out drinking with her like this regularly didn’t mean he was a tight arse. Dora laughed softly to herself as she sipped on her drink again, having given Sev the rundown of what he was in store for with his electric blue concoction.
Green eyes watched as Severus not-so-casually mentioned needing to be drunk to have this conversation, James Potter and Lily Evans. They were the reason for the evening after all, their stupid arrogance having upset Dora to the point she actually vented to Severus Snape of all people. “I can make that happen,” she grinned. Severus was good for a bit of political discussion – nothing too intense that Dora couldn’t follow along but enough that she could bitch about muggles and the audacity of the government to have not outlawed this or that yet, whatever happened to be irritating Dora at the time. She had a tendency to dominate many a conversation, despite knowing very little about any serious subject matters. Aside from a few moments of “remember when so-and-so did whatever-it-was at Hogwarts?” and asking for help when Dora had a problem she was too embarrassed to talk to Fin about (problems that the wealthy wizard wouldn’t understand), Dora and Severus didn’t have too much in common. She couldn’t see the connection between his unbelievable talent for potions and her low-brow skill of mixing a drink, like Snape could. When the opportunity for more shared connections sprung up, there was no way a social creature like Dora was just going to let it slip by uncelebrated.
She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to decide whether their night of drunken complaining would begin with the firecrotch or the washed up quidditch star. Snape’s eyes widened as he saw something he clearly didn’t approve of but before Dora could turn around to see what the offending sight could be, Severus had gotten their conversation rolling. Washed up quidditch star it is. “Impossibly easy,” Dora agreed eagerly. “He seems to forget that we’re not in school any longer. As if his place on the Gryffindor quidditch team years ago somehow grants him the right to be a total wanker out here in the real world.”
Dora carried on, bemoaning about Potter’s inconsiderate nature and rehashing the entire bookshop incident over again, in great detail. She might have embellished parts of the story a bit, but the alcohol was flowing and Dora did so love to talk. She let Severus say a few things here and there but really Dora just blathered on, ranting about every minor offense right down to Lily Evans’ horrible sense of style. Hours passed and their table was littered with empty glasses of varying sizes. Dora had only taken a break from the conversation long enough to pop over to the loo once, and to explain a few recipes of other cocktails to the bartender. She gave Severus a secret eyeroll every time she had to repeat herself to the “professional” behind the bar who couldn’t mix a lemondrop to save her life. It wasn’t glamourous by any means, but it was the one thing Dora knew she could do well. Mixing drinks was pretty much the only thing she thought she could do well, besides shagging, but it didn’t stop Dora from being a bit too cocky about anything and everything else when she could.
“I just- I just don’t get what he sees in him.” That didn’t sound right. Dora was drunk but she knew that sentence hadn’t come out as planned and bit her lip in attempt to stop the stupid grin on her face from spreading, but it was no luck. “SHE,” Dora corrected herself loudly, though it wasn’t easily heard over the roar of the busy pub. “I don’t get what she sees in him. He’s not even that attractive. Comb your bloody hair, you sodding tosser!” Dora shouted at the memory of James Potter and his messy hair before she lifted her glass and tried throwing back a shot, only to find her glass empty. “I can’t believe I shagged Porter. Ugh. And then he pretended like he couldn’t even remember it! You’d remember it if we’d shagged, wouldn’t you, Sev? I’m bloody memorable, aren’t I?”
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