He sends an address, too; the diner he's at, which looks like it could be from frontier America!, somewhere in the northwest of the city, unassuming and quiet. It's not quite too late for a reasonable person to be out, but it's getting there. Even Baedal has diurnal patterns, despite the best efforts of certain little imperfect knots of inhumans.
When Lucius arrives, he'll find Severus sitting on the terrace still, surrounded by a faint web of charms to turn away anyone he doesn't feel like speaking to. (Anyone besides Lucius, at present.) It's apparent he was smoking not too long ago; the ash lingers in the air, but his hands are empty.
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He sends an address, too; the diner he's at, which looks like it could be from frontier America!, somewhere in the northwest of the city, unassuming and quiet. It's not quite too late for a reasonable person to be out, but it's getting there. Even Baedal has diurnal patterns, despite the best efforts of certain little imperfect knots of inhumans.
When Lucius arrives, he'll find Severus sitting on the terrace still, surrounded by a faint web of charms to turn away anyone he doesn't feel like speaking to. (Anyone besides Lucius, at present.) It's apparent he was smoking not too long ago; the ash lingers in the air, but his hands are empty.