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Log: Complete
When; February 12th, 2008
Rating; G
Characters; Christopher Styles![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
under_secretary, NIcholas Brocklehurst razrsharp, and Severus Snape halfblooded_git
Summary; Styles and Brocklehurst, recently engaged, are planning their wedding. There are, however, a few bumps along the way towards planning out the rest of their lives together, and they need a marriage councillor before taking the final plunge into matrimony. Marriage to a politician does have its drawbacks. Snape, a professor experienced in the art of rallying people together in united hatred against himself, is chosen to mediate.
Log;
Three men were sitting behind the closed door to one particular lawyer's well-furnished office. One of these men was the former professor Severus Snape, sitting back in one of the chairs and looking to the two other men. In front of him was a table, upon which sat a bowl of candy hearts, collected from today's curse. He was ignoring them. Confectionary goods were not in his better interests, and knowing they were cursed meant they were especially off limits. But having them here, inside, served as a reminder of how bizarre a world they were in.
That thought didn't distract him from the business at hand. He was being paid to mediate, not sit around and muse upon the day's events. In his hand he held a clipboard and a pen, awkward Muggle writing instruments but it was unlikely Styles was in possession of a scroll and quill. Very well; Snape could be "modern" if he were forced into it.
He sat in cold, cool silence, waiting for one of the men to begin.
Rating; G
Characters; Christopher Styles
under_secretary, NIcholas Brocklehurst razrsharp, and Severus Snape halfblooded_gitSummary; Styles and Brocklehurst, recently engaged, are planning their wedding. There are, however, a few bumps along the way towards planning out the rest of their lives together, and they need a marriage councillor before taking the final plunge into matrimony. Marriage to a politician does have its drawbacks. Snape, a professor experienced in the art of rallying people together in united hatred against himself, is chosen to mediate.
Log;
Three men were sitting behind the closed door to one particular lawyer's well-furnished office. One of these men was the former professor Severus Snape, sitting back in one of the chairs and looking to the two other men. In front of him was a table, upon which sat a bowl of candy hearts, collected from today's curse. He was ignoring them. Confectionary goods were not in his better interests, and knowing they were cursed meant they were especially off limits. But having them here, inside, served as a reminder of how bizarre a world they were in.
That thought didn't distract him from the business at hand. He was being paid to mediate, not sit around and muse upon the day's events. In his hand he held a clipboard and a pen, awkward Muggle writing instruments but it was unlikely Styles was in possession of a scroll and quill. Very well; Snape could be "modern" if he were forced into it.
He sat in cold, cool silence, waiting for one of the men to begin.
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He turned to Nicholas. "Well? Do you have anything to say or are we going to sit here?"
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"Why do I need to have something to say," he asked Christopher in a cool tone, more than aware that neither of them wanted to conduct this. Too bad paperwork made it necessary, bloody bureaucracy. Immediately he cut a quick glance to Snape; that remark alone was grounds for some kind of demerit. "I think we're prepared for this," he nodded, posture straight and confident... to compensate.
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"There is a vast difference between the words "I think" and actually being correct." He remarked dryly, successfully keeping the half smile off his face. He was enjoying being in charge once again, and was certainly going to lord over his current position as much as they allowed him to. Oh yes; it had been a fair few months since he'd been in the teaching role but already the condescending superior attitude was flying back.
He turned to look towards Styles. "Interesting, how you believe it is his responsibility to speak first, rather than stepping forward yourself to take up that mantle. I wonder, do you always allow him the most unpleasant of tasks?"
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In college, Styles had a professor like Snape. Angry, bitter, obviously under or never-sexed. He had tried to make the brunette's life miserable - and then Styles had gotten him fired for improper conduct over a grade.
He wondered, briefly, if he could get Snape fired.
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"It's not an unpleasant task," Brocklehurst added, blue gaze darting between them again. "I know we've made the right preparations and we're at the same point in our lives to follow through," the Englishman spoke clearly, almost too diplomatic.
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"Changing your lives in such a monumental way is something in which one is never fully prepared." he drawled. "You are not only gaining a supportive partner. You are also relinquishing your rights and compromising your freedoms in order for peace. For a union to work, both of you are to give up ground without regret. And without whining or complaint." He eyed Styles in particular at that. Not because the man had been whining, but merely because he disliked him slightly more than Brocklehurst.
"Is this something you are prepared to do?"
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"Completely," he said with a smile, popping a candy into his mouth. It tasted like crap, as predicted, and the secret was bland and boring. Who cared about someone losing wings?
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The Professor was a sharp one, and English so his own 'dialect' couldn't run circles around the man. Brocklehurst didn't know which was worse, the look Snape was giving him or the look Styles was giving Snape. He wished the bowl of hearts was a bowl of Advil. He could feel a headache coming on, but Nicholas wasn't one to reveal his state of mind with body language. He tried to maintain a cool and subtle demeanor, much like his former position as a spook.
"Absolutely," he nodded, "we've both made sacrifices and we've both rebuilt without complaint." That last one was a bit more than a fib.
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But...he let it pass. If they were truly right for each other, then they would sort out that mess when they came to it. And if they were not, well...perhaps he would be lucky enough to get a front seat for that row.
He turned back to Styles, smirking, and pointed lazily to Brocklehurst.
"I would suggest, in the years to come, that you listen to him far more than the reverse. In any relationship, there will always be the smart one and the one who lacks. It's not exactly hard to figure that this is not the exception."
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He looked over at Brocklehurst and said, "Sweetheart, as I'm sure Professor Snape is aware, you complete me. I wouldn't marry you otherwise."
Although there wasn't a trace of insipidness, insincerity, sarcasm or venom in Styles' voice or body language, what he was actually stating was a plea for Brocklehurst to take up the time on some stupid topic or another to make the hour pass.
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"And you complete me," Brocklehurst added, running with Styles' line. He reached over to pet his hand, cool, confident, relaxed! Not really. Normally the former MI6 agent could pass this sort of test with flying colors, but he wasn't playing the role of Counsellor or spook this time. This was about their marriage. It was an entirely different... 'game'.
"We can file taxes together," said Nicholas, attempting to play his role as future husband. He immediately regret it as it brought money into the arena, and that was always a hot button subject between married men.
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He settled back down, turning to the dish of candy hearts himself. Well. There was one way to shut up the Weasley girl. He took one, bit down, and fought down the instinct to gag. It was disgusting. How did they eat this voluntarily? He would not have wished this nausea on Harry James Potter.
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"Yes," he said simply, looking at the watch on the desk. How much more of this torture would he have to endure?
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He nodded... like it mattered.
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"Your time here is up. I still retain my doubts, but if you're quite sure of everything you've been going on about..." he let the sentence hang in the air.
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He watched the older man's face for any passing sign of doubt, ready to squeeze his hand at the first sign.
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What? Just like that? He couldn't believe his ears, rather he couldn't believe the silence coming from both sides. Snape clearly had some doubts, Styles clearly had doubts to hide. Nicholas didn't need counseling to know that, they'd never needed counseling before till now and this was just for protocol. Did that mean they would always keep their secrets, their untouchable subjects... Brocklehurst's brow furrowed.
"Of course no such thing exists, but it's our intention to always come forth with such issues, to talk before they can fester," right? He looked at Styles with that expression. Right?
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Snape raised a single eyebrow once more, looking expectantly to Christopher as Nicholas did.
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"We've talked through issues before, and we can again."
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"And I won't even need to ask," his tone stated, but Styles could read him better. It was a question.
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"You're free to go." he remarked, getting to his feet.
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He shifted his eyes, answering with a mild yes, and took the papers from the professor. "Thank you," he said, smug that they were half over with the event with relatively little work. He checked the paperwork and set it on his desk to file later.
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"Perhaps the sugar might help you settle. Would you like to take some with you," Brocklehurst offered the bowl to Snape. It was meant as a civil and polite gesture to the Professor, for enduring their bureaucratic session. He didn't mean to spite Snape, unlike Styles here. "And it was a pleasure meeting you, Professor," he nodded, offering the magician his hand for a firm and friendly shake.
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"Do call me if you have any further difficulties." he smirked, certain that there would be difficulties and equally certain they would not be calling.
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"I'll keep that in mind."
He didn't mention the second session. That would be saved for another day. Possibly one where he didn't feel like murdering anyone.
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He shook hands with Snape and nodded in kind. "Thank you, Professor. We'll keep in touch," Brocklehurst said, no different from speaking with Mr. Hanley.
Murder would definitely not benefit their cause.