[ It's entirely possible that no one could look more out of place on a California beach than Severus Snape. Covered head to toe in black - a coat over his TQ jumpsuit - he's even got gloves on, though he's pulling them off now to shake away the remnants of manticore blood from the room he just stumbled from. He's squinting in the bright light as he walks slightly unevenly over the sand, one hand raising to shield his eyes.
He's expecting monsters, not people. When he recognizes the figure sitting on the sand he stops, wary. He doesn't know the one walking. Severus takes a moment to assess the situation from a (.. relatively, guns exist) safe distance first, staring. ]
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He's expecting monsters, not people. When he recognizes the figure sitting on the sand he stops, wary. He doesn't know the one walking. Severus takes a moment to assess the situation from a (.. relatively, guns exist) safe distance first, staring. ]