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darkart) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-06-20 03:20 pm
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CHARACTERS: severus snape & harry potter.
LOCATION: science labs-ish.
WARNINGS: tba? probably none.
SUMMARY: being pillars of in-universe mythology sucks occasionally.
Severus is irritated. This is not a shocking deviation from everyday life, to be certain, but today he's irritated for a handful of very specific reasons - reasons that are distracting him here and there from the work he's trying to get done. As usual he's sitting at the back of the main lab area, almost cordoned off as its own entity at this point, plants and samples spread out to one side, notes on the other. He's been going over and over what is supposedly the Wolfsbane potion all day; not everything required to brew it exists in space. The Granger girl having essence of dittany with her helps, but it's just one thing.
He can complete it. He knows not just from stubborn determination but from experience in reworking potions that it's possible - he's good enough at it to judge from a distance. Engineering the exact details is taking time, though, and the constant headache that twists between his eyes isn't making it go any quicker.
In a moment of frustration Severus drops his pencil on the desk and presses his forehead into his hands, as if he can press out all the errant thoughts and worries. He's angry at everything and not even Occluding is helping. A moment later he hears something at the entrance to the labs and he snaps "What?" as he raises his head, glare already at maximum voltage.
--Oh.
LOCATION: science labs-ish.
WARNINGS: tba? probably none.
SUMMARY: being pillars of in-universe mythology sucks occasionally.
Severus is irritated. This is not a shocking deviation from everyday life, to be certain, but today he's irritated for a handful of very specific reasons - reasons that are distracting him here and there from the work he's trying to get done. As usual he's sitting at the back of the main lab area, almost cordoned off as its own entity at this point, plants and samples spread out to one side, notes on the other. He's been going over and over what is supposedly the Wolfsbane potion all day; not everything required to brew it exists in space. The Granger girl having essence of dittany with her helps, but it's just one thing.
He can complete it. He knows not just from stubborn determination but from experience in reworking potions that it's possible - he's good enough at it to judge from a distance. Engineering the exact details is taking time, though, and the constant headache that twists between his eyes isn't making it go any quicker.
In a moment of frustration Severus drops his pencil on the desk and presses his forehead into his hands, as if he can press out all the errant thoughts and worries. He's angry at everything and not even Occluding is helping. A moment later he hears something at the entrance to the labs and he snaps "What?" as he raises his head, glare already at maximum voltage.
--Oh.