Teenyfic: Repeat Customer
Title: Repeat Customer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Author’s Note: Written for![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
lesyeuxverts’s birthday. She prompted me with Snape/Bill, “cursed”.
Disclaimer Not mine – belongs to JKR et. al.
The front door to Venenum creaked on its hinges. Potions Master Severus Snape, proprietor of the establishment, glanced up from his ledger to see who had entered.
“Ah, Mr Weasley,” Severus drawled. “Back from Egypt so soon?”
Bill Weasley shrugged, and responded, “There was no challenge this time. You’ve seen one cursed pharaoh’s tomb, you’ve seen them all, yeah?” His clothes were dusty, as if he’d come directly to the shop after his Portkey had dropped him off.
“Indeed,” said Snape. “What brings you to my shop this time?”
“I need more aconite,” said Bill. “It is nearly time for the full moon.”
“You are not a werewolf, Mr Weasley.” Snape reminded Bill of this on a monthly basis – the conversation went nearly by rote; they’d done it so often.
“Then why do I feel like I need to lock myself up through the full moon?” Bill asked. He crossed the scarred, wooden floor of the apothecary in a few long strides. The sunlight streaming through the front window glinted off his earring.
“Perhaps your symptoms are… psychosomatic,” suggested Snape.
“Psychosomatic?” repeated Bill with a chuckle. He smiled, then, and asked, “How are you, Severus?”
“As well as can be expected,” said Severus. He capped his inkwell, set down his quill beside it before he closed the ledger.
“Shall I make some tea?” Bill asked, even as he headed towards the shop’s back room.
“Tea would be acceptable,” replied Severus. Then, he allowed himself to smile. His lover had returned.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Author’s Note: Written for
lesyeuxverts’s birthday. She prompted me with Snape/Bill, “cursed”.Disclaimer Not mine – belongs to JKR et. al.
The front door to Venenum creaked on its hinges. Potions Master Severus Snape, proprietor of the establishment, glanced up from his ledger to see who had entered.
“Ah, Mr Weasley,” Severus drawled. “Back from Egypt so soon?”
Bill Weasley shrugged, and responded, “There was no challenge this time. You’ve seen one cursed pharaoh’s tomb, you’ve seen them all, yeah?” His clothes were dusty, as if he’d come directly to the shop after his Portkey had dropped him off.
“Indeed,” said Snape. “What brings you to my shop this time?”
“I need more aconite,” said Bill. “It is nearly time for the full moon.”
“You are not a werewolf, Mr Weasley.” Snape reminded Bill of this on a monthly basis – the conversation went nearly by rote; they’d done it so often.
“Then why do I feel like I need to lock myself up through the full moon?” Bill asked. He crossed the scarred, wooden floor of the apothecary in a few long strides. The sunlight streaming through the front window glinted off his earring.
“Perhaps your symptoms are… psychosomatic,” suggested Snape.
“Psychosomatic?” repeated Bill with a chuckle. He smiled, then, and asked, “How are you, Severus?”
“As well as can be expected,” said Severus. He capped his inkwell, set down his quill beside it before he closed the ledger.
“Shall I make some tea?” Bill asked, even as he headed towards the shop’s back room.
“Tea would be acceptable,” replied Severus. Then, he allowed himself to smile. His lover had returned.
*hugs*
Well done, darling!