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milliways_bar2005-08-16 06:54 pm
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At a table by the door sits a wizard, robes of black, a heavy book and a glass of wine in front of him.
Severus Snape is making notes in the margins.
He's also paying rather a lot of attention to his surroundings, but you wouldn't know it to look at him.
Severus Snape is making notes in the margins.
He's also paying rather a lot of attention to his surroundings, but you wouldn't know it to look at him.

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He nods.
"Snape."
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Raven smiles.
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He doesn't look as though he expects an affirmative answer.
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"I can be, do I choose so. But it is not entirely accurate."
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He looks interested.
"What would be entirely accurate?"
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"It is, perhaps, simplest to say that I am a creator, and am not naturally in possession of a body. This one is clay. I like it better than my first one, I think."
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"I had thought to do this another way, but the old ways are best, I suppose."
He blinks.
"They call me Raven, who sets things right. I create worlds. I set rules. Sometimes, I teach. It is a strange thing, I think."
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"Yes, it does sound a bit odd, to be honest."
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Snape leans forward and looks rather interested, opening his mouth to speak, and then catches sight of the time. He sighs.
"I'm afraid, though, that I must be going. Are you here frequently, Raven? I should like to speak with you again."
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"I am here most days, yes. It is something like a home, I think. I like you, Snape. It is a good beginning."
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And with a flutter of his black cloak, Snape is gone.