Back from Whence you Came (OPEN)

[Severus Snape]

There were certain time when magic couldn't provide for everything that Severus could desire for and that was the rare occasion he hated that which he loved so much. As part of his duties as potions master he was needed and required to brew certain potions for the Hospital Wing stores. It was not an enviable task but one he accepted. Potions was something he loved and enjoyed on certain levels, not as much as the dark arts mind, but the precision and power was rather soothing and something Severus liked to have, power and control.

For most potions it was a simple matter of keeping to his normal haunts of his office or quarters, brewing the potions needed and magically sending them on their way from the comfort of his seclusion, but there were certain other potions that were rather particular to say the least and did not react well to being magicked in any way shape or form. These potions were rarely needed but this was a time where a batch was needed in particular.

Not to say that Severus knew what the tasks for the house tournament was going to be but he couldn't help but get the feeling that some of the potions he was asked to prepare and brew were just in case certain incidents happened during the time of this particularly 'charming' event. He really didn't care for the even and though he took a certain pride in his house meeting success he struggled with the chosen champion of his house. While he wanted Slytherin to do well he was not going to be opposed to seeing harm come to Potter. It was a double edged sword that particular problem but it wasn't one that Severus was going to focus on.

For now, his goal was to drop off the potions asked of him and be on his way. Yet Pompfrey was not present in the wing from what he could tell. He would deliver the potions and be on his way it was as simple as that and send a message when he got back to his quarters, at least that was the plan till he realized some hell bend hellion would mess with his work and create a cause for him to brew these particular potions once more and that was not something he wanted to suffer.

[Astoria Greengrass]

Astoria has been sent to the hospital wing with a letter for Madame Pomfrey, why wasn't it sent by owl? She had wondered but she was told to deliver it personally. she was sure it had something to do with the Tournament, and to be honest she was slightly worried about what it said, Harry was in the tournament, and she was worried sick that something could happen to him, the boy was nice, and sweet and Astoria felt something funny every time she saw him, but that was something no one knew.

Sighing slightly she reached the Hospital Wing and after opening the doors and watching professor Snape standing in the middle of the place she understood that the nurse was no where to be found, but to find the professor here was rather suspicious....

"Professor Snape, how lovely to meet you here, is something wrong? Are you feeling ill?" she asked sounding slightly worried about the professors health

[Severus Snape]

Severus had set the potions down and was going to place wards against them to prevent any tampering with the potions when the door opened and he was ready to see some half sick child coming in desiring assistance that he was not inclined to give. Cruel heartless yes but he was Severus Snape after all and he really could care less about some sneezing sniffling first year. It was exactly the reason why medicine was not a chosen profession for him even if it took a skilled hand at potions which he had.

He turned to look at the entrant hoping that it might even be Pomfrey so he wouldn’t have to take the time to ward against tampering but it wasn’t the sick child he dreaded nor the preferred Matron, but rather Miss Greengrass who by all appearances seemed to be the picture of health which didn’t explain her presence there in the hospital wing.

“I am quite alright, Miss Greegrass. I was requested to deliver a few potions to replenish the school stocks.” he answered in a dry bored tone as he gestured to the bottled potions. Where was that bloody Matron any way. ”What brings you here?” he asked studying the young girl. If she did have some unseen illness Snape still wasn’t inclined to help her not because he hated her but because he wasn’t the sort to help. True, Severus got along well with the Greengrass’ but that didn’t mean he was going to be filled with compassion for their children. When it came to the children of the Death Eaters, he did give a little more leeway to them but that was as far as it went, and that was chiefly because it was expected of him and ingratiated him to the names that were in power. In the end it was all about him and that was the way he liked it.