i lost all of the fear
Aug. 21st, 2011 01:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Severus Snape & Ilde Decima.
What: Science.
Where: An atypical apothecary, somewhere shady.
When: Presently.
Notes: Hurrah.
Warnings: Narrative discussion of speciesism and cultural bigotry, overshadowing tones of that nature.
He hears the first query in the morning only vaguely. His employer would no doubt like him to take every job that floats by, no matter how juvenile or absurd, for profit; it's a shame that the thing his newfound success rests on is the very same thing that picks through contract jobs with such discerning taste. Severus has no interest in mass production, or diluting the quality of his work to increase the quantity of it. So it's only when the second query reaches him that he actually pays it any mind.
In the evening, he's working in the basement room of the shop complex that passes for his office, too engrossed in reading to mind the time.
In the evening, he's working in the basement room of the shop complex that passes for his office, too engrossed in reading to mind the time.