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teddy_radiatorTitle: Take These Stars Down To The World
Rating: R
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(Highlight to View) Prompt: Hermione creates a potion just for Severus, one which he doesn't believe he wants or needs (SS/HG or SS & HG).
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stgulik, not only for the delicious prompt, but for her Herculean effort to pull this together. Thank you for putting up with me.
This story is inspired by the film Chocolat, which in turn was based on the novel Chocolat by Joanne Harris. This fanfic is based on characters and situations created by J. K. Rowling, and owned by J. K. Rowling and various publishers, including but not limited to: Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended by the posting of this fanfic.
Summary: Severus' business, Potions Potentes, is not doing very well. In fact, he plans to shut his doors for good. Just when all seems lost, Hermione Granger arrives in town to open her own apothecary, bringing with her a very special brew. What exactly is she up to, and what exactly is this cure-all potion of hers? If there is one thing Severus knows more than most, it is that nothing is ever given without a price.
I just want to thank everyone who has read and commented. Thank you so much for your support. It means so very much to me.
Chorus
He tried distillation at first. He was convinced he would end up with nothing more or less than some crackpot cordial suspended in alcohol, but that had been a dead end. Severus gave the alembic flask a suspicious sniff. There was definitely something there, but it wasn't alcoholic. The lab was steamy with the acrid fumes of apple cider vinegar. He usually found it a reliable component for breaking down the constituent elements of a compound, but Granger's mystery potion was proving a tougher nut to crack.
Severus huffed in irritation. He had spent far too much time trying to decipher this damn concoction. He rarely had to resort to 'foolish wand waving', since the term itself set his teeth on edge, but conventional methods weren't telling him anything useful. Either the potion was little more than monkey’s piss, or it was actually something of substance. Not that the vial gave any sort of clue. "What kind of potioneer gives you a bottle without anything written on it?" he grumbled.
His wards chimed, and Severus headed to the shop front, drying his hands.
Chapter Four: Potions Potentes
The year was 1971, and Severus was a scared first year at Hogwarts, struggling to fit into a House of elite Purebloods while fending off the fledgling Marauders of Gryffindor. Madam Calliope had been Professor of Muggle Studies, and one of the few teachers who had even bothered to acknowledge his existence during that first, difficult year. The only time he ever heard her raise her voice above her usual Cockney patter was on his behalf ("Minerva, if your hooligans would leave him alone for five minutes, that Snape boy might actually stand a chance around here!")
He had a lot of time for Madam Calliope.
She had been pushing eighty then, a dotty old dear with a kind, friendly face and a laugh like a clucking hen. She still had the same pleasant countenance, but now, thirty-seven-odd years later, she looked a little down at the heels overall. Her hat had been all the rage when his mother was in school, and her stout men's shoes could have used a good shine. Her skin had the leathery appearance of a dried apple, and her one remaining tooth looked to be hanging on by sheer determination alone.
But her broad East End accent was as fruity as ever, and her weathered face lit up with recognition. "If I'd known 'twas your shop, dear, I'd been here long before now. I didn't think I knew anyone in London anymore.” She surprised him by clasping his hand. “Aw, it’s so lovely to see you again, Mister Snape! All grown up, and a war hero! Oh, I heard all about you, of course, even across the pond!”
“Across the pond?”
“Oh, yes. After I left Hogwarts I went to New Orleans, to teach at the Marie Laveau Institute. Lovely school." She leaned toward him conspiratorially. "Don't ever go there, dear boy. It's like being buried alive, only hotter." She chuckled at her own joke. "I moved back to England only last year, you know. Retired. I wanted to enjoy my dotage in a proper climate."
"In that case, welcome home, Madam Ca─"
"Oh, we're old friends, now, Severus! You must call me Simone."
"I see. Well…Simone, how may I help you?"
"Well, I was passing by on my way to St Mungo's, wasn't I?" Her mostly toothless smile faded a bit. "You see, m'dear it's the Thistle Gout, and it's absolutely killin' me poor old feet." She raised her long skirt a modest four inches and eased one foot out of her unlaced shoe. Severus winced at the sight of the swollen, bruised toes.
"Madam─excuse me, Simone, as much as I dearly wish to help, I'm afraid this is beyond my abilities. I can provide temporary relief with pain potions, but ultimately you'll need a healer to reduce the thistle crystals."
"Oh, I know," she replied with a sad little smile, "I'm on the waiting list. That's England for you! Always standing in some queue or other! The WHS is lovely, but my appointment's not until September."
"That's ridiculous! Those morons know Thistle gout isn't like ordinary Muggle gout. You'll be in agony by then…" The words faded as he saw her expression droop.
"I would go private, but it's ever so pricey, you see. But not to worry," she said, putting on a brave face, "In the meantime, I'll just take a handful of those pain potions. At least you know I'll be a regular customer." She gave him the jolly cackle all the girls in Slytherin had imitated behind her back, but Severus could see the pain behind the bravado.
He conjured a pot of tea. "Help yourself, Simone. I shall return shortly." He exited out of the shop, into to his lab, and crossed to his fireplace. Tossing a handful of Floo powder into the grate, he shouted, "St. Mungo's!"
Moments later, he returned. Madame Calliope was sipping her tea and tucking into a rich tea biscuit. "Right," he said. "I’ve had a word with Healer Curactacus Blyte. He has booked you in for treatment this Friday."
She sat the cup down with a rattle, her button-round eyes wide with shock. "He never did! How did you do that?"
Severus shrugged modestly. "He consults with me from time to time. I just called in a favour."
The elderly witch was so transported with joy, Severus feared she might have a coronary and collapse on the spot. "Oh, thank you, Severus!" she cried, fanning herself with a threadbare lace handkerchief. "Ooh, I don't believe it! I've been on that waiting list since last February with no end in sight!" To his surprise, she reached up and patted his cheek. "Aw, you always were a good lad."
Severus’ jaw tightened with the effort to smile. "Hardly, Madam Calliope."
"I'll have you know I am a very good judge of character." Impishly, she added, "I told that Miss Granger the same thing. You're of a piece, you two." She waggled her finger at him mischievously.
Severus felt his body go cold. "You spoke to Miss Granger across the street?"
"I did. Told me to call her Hermione. Lovely name, I had a maiden Aunt named Heliotrope, reminds me of her. What was I saying? Oh yes! Hermione. Makes a nice cup of tea, does that one. And a lovely Calming Draught as well. Oh, she didn’t call it that, but you know how it is these days. Everyone tries to put their mark on it, don't they? Make a name for themselves—same's you."
Stiffly, Severus asked, "May I see the potion she prescribed?"
Madam Calliope dug into her old handbag, tossing out lipstick-kissed tissues and unraveling rolls of Major Preatory's Preposterously Intense Mints. With a triumphant flourish, she produced a little blue bottle identical to the one Granger had given him. "She said it would help. Didn't say how, and I didn't ask. In my day, you took your potioneer at his word that he knew what he was doing. I still do," she added matter-of-factly.
"Let me see that." Severus uncorked the bottle and sniffed. It was the exact same potion Granger had given him; he would have staked his reputation on it. That left him more baffled than before. Why give them both the same potion? Was it a placebo?
"I should take this one at a different time than the ones I'm going to make for you," he said, returning the vial. "I don't think they would counteract one another negatively, but one never knows."
"Oh, I've already taken it. She gave me a free sample."
Severus actually felt the anger rising. The heat of it burned his face. "And what exactly did it do, Madam─Simone?" If that charlatan potion had any adverse effects, he'd have Granger's head on a spike─
Simone sighed. "It's funny, that. You see, I felt ever so down when I woke up this mornin'. I was going to go by St Mungo's to see where I was on the waitin' list, do a little shopping. I'm all on me ownsome, you know. It was quite hard, moving back home. While I was gone, all my friends and family left. They died out or disappeared. I can't find any of 'em." She gave him a look of such regret he found himself nodding encouragement.
"You see, I was a coward, Severus,” she confessed. “All this war, all this sufferin'. I couldn't face it. And so I waited until it was over to come back." A lone tear spilled from her eyes and wound its way through the tributaries of wrinkles on her cheeks. "But I waited too late. They was all gone, Severus. I never got to say goodbye. I never got to tell them what they meant to me. I couldn’t even make meself go and visit their graves. I didn’t feel like I’d earned the right. They stayed here and fought, while I… and I…"
Severus waited as she dabbed her eyes. "I know," he agreed, his chest tightening with a sorrow so fresh it felt as if the war had only ended. "Simone, I─"
"It’s all right, dear. I know." She gave him a tight, brave little smile, and patted his hand. "It’s all right. No need to explain. No need at all."
She daintily blew her nose and took in a deep, bracing breath. "So, anyway, there I was, on my way back, and I passed by Hermione's shop. It looked so cheerful and welcoming, and, well, I couldn't help but go in. And she gave me a cuppa and this lovely potion. I asked if it was alright to take with anything else I had and she said yes, so I did.
“Well, I couldn’t tell any real difference, really. We sat and talked, and I realised I felt ever so much better. Like some of the old cobwebs had been brushed out of me head. Before I knew it, I heard meself saying, ‘You know what I’m of a mind to do? I'm going to buy some flowers, and I’m going to go and visit my family and make sure they know I’m home again. And then I can say a proper goodbye.’” She shook her head in wonder. “Just like that, I knew they didn’t think ill of me. They understood.”
She beamed at him. “So then, Hermione says, ‘Well, Simone, if you’re of a mind to visit old friends, you should go over and say hello to Severus Snape in the shop opposite’. And look what became of that─I’m off on Friday to get meself all fixed up with the healer, thanks to you!"
Simone prattled on cheerfully as he packaged up some extra-strength pain potion, along with the Acid-Reducing Potion. She paid her twelve galleons, two sickles, nine knuts, and allowed Severus to talk her into an automatic owl-delivered replenishment service. "In case you need something in a hurry," he explained. As he placed the package in her frail, bird-like hands, he added, "If you do, need anything that is, you may Floo me. I am available day or night." The words came out in a great rush. He felt his voice tighten, and he cleared his throat. "And I would appreciate if you would stop by after your appointment with Healer Blyte on Friday to let me know how things went."
Her dried-apple face broke into a million-wrinkled smile. "I'll surely do that." She paused on her way out the door. “Ain’t it funny, how things can turn on a sickle? This morning, I felt quite alone in the world. And here I am, I've made a new friend today, and reacquainted meself with an old one before lunch. Who knows what might happen before teatime? Tara, Severus dear!"
With a parting wave of her handkerchief, she made her dottering way down the street, smiling and chatting away at total strangers. Severus watched until she was out of sight. Gods, he hadn’t thought of Madam Calliope in years. And yet, as far as she was concerned, he was an old friend.
The Slytherin in him felt the weight of it pressing down on his heart, burning like a brand in his chest. There was also a fiendish satisfaction that she had not had the courage to return to England during the war. A well-meaning, Muggle-born witch like Simone Calliope would have been chewed into dog food by the Dolores Umbridges of Tom Riddle's regime.
As Severus mulled over this new development, a wizard he did not recognise entered the shop. After looking around rather self-consciously, he approached Severus with meek, cautious steps.
"H-Hel-hello, M-master Snape?"
"I am. How may I help you?"
"Miss Granger, the, ah, the…the…ah, h-her across the way, she-she said you might be able to help me." He gave a shy shrug, then glanced around as if afraid of being overheard. "I have a…"
The wizard, now purple with embarrassment, approached Severus as if he were crossing a minefield. He could almost see the poor sod screwing his courage to the sticking place. He explained his problem in a halting, pained whisper; Severus had to ask him twice to repeat himself. When he was sure he understood the situation, Severus asked, "And you are comfortable talking about this with your wife?"
The look of abject horror on the man's face was all the answer he required. With an inward sigh, Severus transfigured a table and two chairs from a spare mortar and pestle. "Perhaps you would care to sit down and we can discuss the ways you can proceed, Mr Toggle. I suppose I could make another pot of tea…"
Something had to be done. He wasn't a bloody Agony Aunt. His job was to provide potions to punters, not to play nursemaid to old witches and Hermione Granger's cast-off customers.
Chapter Five
Rating: R
(Highlight to View) Warning(s): None in this chapter.
(Highlight to View) Prompt: Hermione creates a potion just for Severus, one which he doesn't believe he wants or needs (SS/HG or SS & HG).
Note: Special thanks to
stgulik, not only for the delicious prompt, but for her Herculean effort to pull this together. Thank you for putting up with me.This story is inspired by the film Chocolat, which in turn was based on the novel Chocolat by Joanne Harris. This fanfic is based on characters and situations created by J. K. Rowling, and owned by J. K. Rowling and various publishers, including but not limited to: Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended by the posting of this fanfic.
Summary: Severus' business, Potions Potentes, is not doing very well. In fact, he plans to shut his doors for good. Just when all seems lost, Hermione Granger arrives in town to open her own apothecary, bringing with her a very special brew. What exactly is she up to, and what exactly is this cure-all potion of hers? If there is one thing Severus knows more than most, it is that nothing is ever given without a price.
I just want to thank everyone who has read and commented. Thank you so much for your support. It means so very much to me.
Chorus
He tried distillation at first. He was convinced he would end up with nothing more or less than some crackpot cordial suspended in alcohol, but that had been a dead end. Severus gave the alembic flask a suspicious sniff. There was definitely something there, but it wasn't alcoholic. The lab was steamy with the acrid fumes of apple cider vinegar. He usually found it a reliable component for breaking down the constituent elements of a compound, but Granger's mystery potion was proving a tougher nut to crack.
Severus huffed in irritation. He had spent far too much time trying to decipher this damn concoction. He rarely had to resort to 'foolish wand waving', since the term itself set his teeth on edge, but conventional methods weren't telling him anything useful. Either the potion was little more than monkey’s piss, or it was actually something of substance. Not that the vial gave any sort of clue. "What kind of potioneer gives you a bottle without anything written on it?" he grumbled.
His wards chimed, and Severus headed to the shop front, drying his hands.
Chapter Four: Potions Potentes
The year was 1971, and Severus was a scared first year at Hogwarts, struggling to fit into a House of elite Purebloods while fending off the fledgling Marauders of Gryffindor. Madam Calliope had been Professor of Muggle Studies, and one of the few teachers who had even bothered to acknowledge his existence during that first, difficult year. The only time he ever heard her raise her voice above her usual Cockney patter was on his behalf ("Minerva, if your hooligans would leave him alone for five minutes, that Snape boy might actually stand a chance around here!")
He had a lot of time for Madam Calliope.
She had been pushing eighty then, a dotty old dear with a kind, friendly face and a laugh like a clucking hen. She still had the same pleasant countenance, but now, thirty-seven-odd years later, she looked a little down at the heels overall. Her hat had been all the rage when his mother was in school, and her stout men's shoes could have used a good shine. Her skin had the leathery appearance of a dried apple, and her one remaining tooth looked to be hanging on by sheer determination alone.
But her broad East End accent was as fruity as ever, and her weathered face lit up with recognition. "If I'd known 'twas your shop, dear, I'd been here long before now. I didn't think I knew anyone in London anymore.” She surprised him by clasping his hand. “Aw, it’s so lovely to see you again, Mister Snape! All grown up, and a war hero! Oh, I heard all about you, of course, even across the pond!”
“Across the pond?”
“Oh, yes. After I left Hogwarts I went to New Orleans, to teach at the Marie Laveau Institute. Lovely school." She leaned toward him conspiratorially. "Don't ever go there, dear boy. It's like being buried alive, only hotter." She chuckled at her own joke. "I moved back to England only last year, you know. Retired. I wanted to enjoy my dotage in a proper climate."
"In that case, welcome home, Madam Ca─"
"Oh, we're old friends, now, Severus! You must call me Simone."
"I see. Well…Simone, how may I help you?"
"Well, I was passing by on my way to St Mungo's, wasn't I?" Her mostly toothless smile faded a bit. "You see, m'dear it's the Thistle Gout, and it's absolutely killin' me poor old feet." She raised her long skirt a modest four inches and eased one foot out of her unlaced shoe. Severus winced at the sight of the swollen, bruised toes.
"Madam─excuse me, Simone, as much as I dearly wish to help, I'm afraid this is beyond my abilities. I can provide temporary relief with pain potions, but ultimately you'll need a healer to reduce the thistle crystals."
"Oh, I know," she replied with a sad little smile, "I'm on the waiting list. That's England for you! Always standing in some queue or other! The WHS is lovely, but my appointment's not until September."
"That's ridiculous! Those morons know Thistle gout isn't like ordinary Muggle gout. You'll be in agony by then…" The words faded as he saw her expression droop.
"I would go private, but it's ever so pricey, you see. But not to worry," she said, putting on a brave face, "In the meantime, I'll just take a handful of those pain potions. At least you know I'll be a regular customer." She gave him the jolly cackle all the girls in Slytherin had imitated behind her back, but Severus could see the pain behind the bravado.
He conjured a pot of tea. "Help yourself, Simone. I shall return shortly." He exited out of the shop, into to his lab, and crossed to his fireplace. Tossing a handful of Floo powder into the grate, he shouted, "St. Mungo's!"
Moments later, he returned. Madame Calliope was sipping her tea and tucking into a rich tea biscuit. "Right," he said. "I’ve had a word with Healer Curactacus Blyte. He has booked you in for treatment this Friday."
She sat the cup down with a rattle, her button-round eyes wide with shock. "He never did! How did you do that?"
Severus shrugged modestly. "He consults with me from time to time. I just called in a favour."
The elderly witch was so transported with joy, Severus feared she might have a coronary and collapse on the spot. "Oh, thank you, Severus!" she cried, fanning herself with a threadbare lace handkerchief. "Ooh, I don't believe it! I've been on that waiting list since last February with no end in sight!" To his surprise, she reached up and patted his cheek. "Aw, you always were a good lad."
Severus’ jaw tightened with the effort to smile. "Hardly, Madam Calliope."
"I'll have you know I am a very good judge of character." Impishly, she added, "I told that Miss Granger the same thing. You're of a piece, you two." She waggled her finger at him mischievously.
Severus felt his body go cold. "You spoke to Miss Granger across the street?"
"I did. Told me to call her Hermione. Lovely name, I had a maiden Aunt named Heliotrope, reminds me of her. What was I saying? Oh yes! Hermione. Makes a nice cup of tea, does that one. And a lovely Calming Draught as well. Oh, she didn’t call it that, but you know how it is these days. Everyone tries to put their mark on it, don't they? Make a name for themselves—same's you."
Stiffly, Severus asked, "May I see the potion she prescribed?"
Madam Calliope dug into her old handbag, tossing out lipstick-kissed tissues and unraveling rolls of Major Preatory's Preposterously Intense Mints. With a triumphant flourish, she produced a little blue bottle identical to the one Granger had given him. "She said it would help. Didn't say how, and I didn't ask. In my day, you took your potioneer at his word that he knew what he was doing. I still do," she added matter-of-factly.
"Let me see that." Severus uncorked the bottle and sniffed. It was the exact same potion Granger had given him; he would have staked his reputation on it. That left him more baffled than before. Why give them both the same potion? Was it a placebo?
"I should take this one at a different time than the ones I'm going to make for you," he said, returning the vial. "I don't think they would counteract one another negatively, but one never knows."
"Oh, I've already taken it. She gave me a free sample."
Severus actually felt the anger rising. The heat of it burned his face. "And what exactly did it do, Madam─Simone?" If that charlatan potion had any adverse effects, he'd have Granger's head on a spike─
Simone sighed. "It's funny, that. You see, I felt ever so down when I woke up this mornin'. I was going to go by St Mungo's to see where I was on the waitin' list, do a little shopping. I'm all on me ownsome, you know. It was quite hard, moving back home. While I was gone, all my friends and family left. They died out or disappeared. I can't find any of 'em." She gave him a look of such regret he found himself nodding encouragement.
"You see, I was a coward, Severus,” she confessed. “All this war, all this sufferin'. I couldn't face it. And so I waited until it was over to come back." A lone tear spilled from her eyes and wound its way through the tributaries of wrinkles on her cheeks. "But I waited too late. They was all gone, Severus. I never got to say goodbye. I never got to tell them what they meant to me. I couldn’t even make meself go and visit their graves. I didn’t feel like I’d earned the right. They stayed here and fought, while I… and I…"
Severus waited as she dabbed her eyes. "I know," he agreed, his chest tightening with a sorrow so fresh it felt as if the war had only ended. "Simone, I─"
"It’s all right, dear. I know." She gave him a tight, brave little smile, and patted his hand. "It’s all right. No need to explain. No need at all."
She daintily blew her nose and took in a deep, bracing breath. "So, anyway, there I was, on my way back, and I passed by Hermione's shop. It looked so cheerful and welcoming, and, well, I couldn't help but go in. And she gave me a cuppa and this lovely potion. I asked if it was alright to take with anything else I had and she said yes, so I did.
“Well, I couldn’t tell any real difference, really. We sat and talked, and I realised I felt ever so much better. Like some of the old cobwebs had been brushed out of me head. Before I knew it, I heard meself saying, ‘You know what I’m of a mind to do? I'm going to buy some flowers, and I’m going to go and visit my family and make sure they know I’m home again. And then I can say a proper goodbye.’” She shook her head in wonder. “Just like that, I knew they didn’t think ill of me. They understood.”
She beamed at him. “So then, Hermione says, ‘Well, Simone, if you’re of a mind to visit old friends, you should go over and say hello to Severus Snape in the shop opposite’. And look what became of that─I’m off on Friday to get meself all fixed up with the healer, thanks to you!"
Simone prattled on cheerfully as he packaged up some extra-strength pain potion, along with the Acid-Reducing Potion. She paid her twelve galleons, two sickles, nine knuts, and allowed Severus to talk her into an automatic owl-delivered replenishment service. "In case you need something in a hurry," he explained. As he placed the package in her frail, bird-like hands, he added, "If you do, need anything that is, you may Floo me. I am available day or night." The words came out in a great rush. He felt his voice tighten, and he cleared his throat. "And I would appreciate if you would stop by after your appointment with Healer Blyte on Friday to let me know how things went."
Her dried-apple face broke into a million-wrinkled smile. "I'll surely do that." She paused on her way out the door. “Ain’t it funny, how things can turn on a sickle? This morning, I felt quite alone in the world. And here I am, I've made a new friend today, and reacquainted meself with an old one before lunch. Who knows what might happen before teatime? Tara, Severus dear!"
With a parting wave of her handkerchief, she made her dottering way down the street, smiling and chatting away at total strangers. Severus watched until she was out of sight. Gods, he hadn’t thought of Madam Calliope in years. And yet, as far as she was concerned, he was an old friend.
The Slytherin in him felt the weight of it pressing down on his heart, burning like a brand in his chest. There was also a fiendish satisfaction that she had not had the courage to return to England during the war. A well-meaning, Muggle-born witch like Simone Calliope would have been chewed into dog food by the Dolores Umbridges of Tom Riddle's regime.
As Severus mulled over this new development, a wizard he did not recognise entered the shop. After looking around rather self-consciously, he approached Severus with meek, cautious steps.
"H-Hel-hello, M-master Snape?"
"I am. How may I help you?"
"Miss Granger, the, ah, the…the…ah, h-her across the way, she-she said you might be able to help me." He gave a shy shrug, then glanced around as if afraid of being overheard. "I have a…"
The wizard, now purple with embarrassment, approached Severus as if he were crossing a minefield. He could almost see the poor sod screwing his courage to the sticking place. He explained his problem in a halting, pained whisper; Severus had to ask him twice to repeat himself. When he was sure he understood the situation, Severus asked, "And you are comfortable talking about this with your wife?"
The look of abject horror on the man's face was all the answer he required. With an inward sigh, Severus transfigured a table and two chairs from a spare mortar and pestle. "Perhaps you would care to sit down and we can discuss the ways you can proceed, Mr Toggle. I suppose I could make another pot of tea…"
Something had to be done. He wasn't a bloody Agony Aunt. His job was to provide potions to punters, not to play nursemaid to old witches and Hermione Granger's cast-off customers.
Chapter Five
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Date: 2016-06-08 01:25 am (UTC)LOVE
LOVE
Miss Simone Calliope!
This story is sweetness personified and once again, I humbly beg for MORE.
❤️❤️❤️
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Date: 2016-06-08 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-08 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-08 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-08 01:53 am (UTC)You really rearranged this chapter, and i have to say it flows wonderfully well. I dont want to say any more for fear of giving spoilers, lol. I'm enjoying "my" prompt story so much!
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Date: 2016-06-08 01:56 am (UTC)Thanks babe. It's funny - I did do quite a bit of rearrangement, but everywhere I turned, I saw evidence of your fine work. I know your special touches just by sight, and I thank my lucky stars you are my guiding light.
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Date: 2016-06-08 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-08 10:34 am (UTC)I am hoping to find Chapter 5 up and posted this evening!(yay, it's posted!) Thanks for deciding to go ahead and post this.no subject
Date: 2016-06-09 12:57 am (UTC)Hopefully Severus can find a way to help Mr Toggle with his problem, too.
I very much enjoy this slightly different take on Hermione and Severus!
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Date: 2016-06-15 02:16 am (UTC)