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tampered2007-09-24 07:45 pm
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Log: Ongoing
When; Morning of September 24th
Rating; PG-13 for possible violence towards your favorite werewolf and potions master.
Characters; Richard Zeeman![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teh_alpha_male, Severus Snape halfblooded_git, and their seconds; Alucard tinyvampiregod and Hermione her_my_o_nee
Summary; After much ado about nothing, Richard becomes sick of Severus' bullying ways and aims to teach him a lesson; a duel by sabers to regain some lost honor and pride. Severus gleefully accepts, despite neither opponent knowing how to swordfight.
Log;
In the glistening morning hours of the day, Severus trudged up the hill leading out of the main metropolis. Heading towards the outskirts of the forest, he held in his hand a bladed weapon; a saber, purchased just yesterday. Wrapped in his black cloak against the morning chill, he posed a sickly figure, pale skin against ebony clothing. His appearance would be far more likely to be at home in a dark classroom or among shelves of books, not pushing his way through the overgrown grass and dirt of that horrible thing called the outdoors.
Snape was even less comfortable with the blade he held. How was he to know what sort of sword was proper to use, or even if the edge wouldn't fall off the handle the moment it clashed against its opponent's? Sweeney was right; Anita was right; hell, half the City was right, he was certain that both he and Richard were going to look the fools. Hence why their meeting location was a secret: best not make this a paid affair, people might start taking bets.
On his person were two objects, hidden from view. The first was Snape's wand, tucked up his sleeve and held there by a strip of elastic band woven around his forearm. That was for security, should events not go the way as planned.
The second object was one of six lilies he'd recieved the night before the duel, sent anonymously by someone who knew of their significance. Snape twinged in anger at the thought of this unknown person, but kept the head of one of the lilies tucked away in his inner vest pocket. For luck? For sentimental purposes? He couldn't say. But he felt the better for having it with him.
Rating; PG-13 for possible violence towards your favorite werewolf and potions master.
Characters; Richard Zeeman
teh_alpha_male, Severus Snape halfblooded_git, and their seconds; Alucard tinyvampiregod and Hermione her_my_o_neeSummary; After much ado about nothing, Richard becomes sick of Severus' bullying ways and aims to teach him a lesson; a duel by sabers to regain some lost honor and pride. Severus gleefully accepts, despite neither opponent knowing how to swordfight.
Log;
In the glistening morning hours of the day, Severus trudged up the hill leading out of the main metropolis. Heading towards the outskirts of the forest, he held in his hand a bladed weapon; a saber, purchased just yesterday. Wrapped in his black cloak against the morning chill, he posed a sickly figure, pale skin against ebony clothing. His appearance would be far more likely to be at home in a dark classroom or among shelves of books, not pushing his way through the overgrown grass and dirt of that horrible thing called the outdoors.
Snape was even less comfortable with the blade he held. How was he to know what sort of sword was proper to use, or even if the edge wouldn't fall off the handle the moment it clashed against its opponent's? Sweeney was right; Anita was right; hell, half the City was right, he was certain that both he and Richard were going to look the fools. Hence why their meeting location was a secret: best not make this a paid affair, people might start taking bets.
On his person were two objects, hidden from view. The first was Snape's wand, tucked up his sleeve and held there by a strip of elastic band woven around his forearm. That was for security, should events not go the way as planned.
The second object was one of six lilies he'd recieved the night before the duel, sent anonymously by someone who knew of their significance. Snape twinged in anger at the thought of this unknown person, but kept the head of one of the lilies tucked away in his inner vest pocket. For luck? For sentimental purposes? He couldn't say. But he felt the better for having it with him.
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"And you are helpless."