The Sempra Deck 08 - Justice
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mimimanderly has just released the next card of The Sempra Deck, a set of Major Arcana cards forming the Tarot. Each time Mimi posts a new card, I will post another edition of the story, so you can see how the story and the cards meshed together. Here is the next card - 08 Justice, and here is the next chapter of the story.
This Chapter is rated R for content and language. Happy Reading!
The Sempra Deck is dedicated to the real mystic goddess Mimi Manderly; to her beloved SeverusMuse, and to my precious Dahlra. All characters with the exception of Mimi Manderley, Peter and Dahlra belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from this publication.
Chapter 5 - Matching Wood
“I know the story of you and Lily, Severus. You don’t have to tell me if it’s too painful for you.”
Severus looked up at Mimi searchingly. They were sitting in his chambers, pushing their breakfasts around on their plates, not really eating, as Severus tried to marshal his thoughts and explain how Mimi had come into possession of a deck of tarot cards he had created before Harry Potter was born.
Part of him, that knee-jerk part that automatically scoffed at anyone claiming to know ‘the whole story’ of him and Lily Evans, wanted to tell Mimi to fuck off, that she couldn’t possibly. In light of recent events, however, Severus was inclined to believe that this time, someone might actually be telling him the truth.
And it was painful; how else could he describe it? He had taken a young girl’s friendship and repaid it with cruelty and his own blackened self-loathing. By the time he had gotten up the courage and maturity to beg for her forgiveness, she and James Potter, his arch enemy, were married and Lily was carrying Potter’s child.
Severus remembered the last time he actually saw Lily alive. It was in Diagon Alley, and she was heavily pregnant with Harry. She was lush and ripe and glowing, and her very presence shamed him; set him apart, taunted him with her impropriety with that lecherous pig, Potter.
Her flouted pregnancy tossed his enforced virginity back into his face; he, Severus, had chosen to remain celibate, refusing to give into his baser desires, reasoning that they showed him at his most unfaithful worst.
He could forgive Lily her sexual trespasses; he simply could not condone his own. By the time it no longer mattered, self-denial had become a way of life for Severus, and he despaired of ever knowing a woman’s touch before he departed this earth.
So, on that last, worst day, Severus stood next to Ollivander’s and watched her pass by, not even registering him; chatting and laughing with Potter and the werewolf, Lupin, looking like the goddess of bounty she was. Severus ached so badly he could barely clutch his wand.
It was not just physically wanting her; he wanted to be hers. Oh, for Lily to be ripe and big-bellied with his own child! Immobile and expressionless, he watched her, then returned to Spinner’s End and drank himself almost into St. Mungo’s for the better part of a week.
When he could force himself to think about her again, it was too late. And the last time he saw Lily, she was dead, a stiffening corpse - his eternal, denied lover. He felt at that moment that he was destined to never know that kind of love, to never see a woman look up into his face with desire and longing. He told himself he did not deserve it, after what he’d done.
At times, he found it easy to accept a life without sex, especially now that life was surely forfeit. But there were times, especially in the last month or so, when the thought of never knowing love almost carved his heart right out of his chest, and he found it hard to find a reason to get out of bed every morning.
Severus caught Mimi’s eye, and for a moment he could almost Legilimise into her mind. It was nonsense, of course. More like imprinting his thoughts and feelings onto her. Still, she looked at him with so much sadness and empathy, and he thanked Merlin that he truly did not have to explain Lily to her.
“Yes, well, the Sempra Deck.” Severus took a big breath. How to explain it? He took a sip of scalding hot tea, and licked his lips. “After Lily and I… parted company, I became obsessed with winning her back. I was too young and foolish to realise she had never been mine to lose, but I was arrogant and desperate enough to believe that, if I could do something, anything to make her forgive me, I could at least make her see me in a kinder light.
“I sought to use any talent at my disposal to get her to at least speak to me again, and I hit on the idea of making her a gift that would convey my esteem for her. I envisioned a deck of Tarot, with each card a work of art, each unique, and dedicated to her.
“I created each card to tell a story about us, together. Each card of the Major Arcana was a picture of moments we’d shared, or experienced, or told one another about. And then I infused the cards with my purified essences.”
Mimi looked at first confused, then startled. “Essences?” She squeaked. “As in… essences? Plural?”
For the first time since the conversation started, Mimi looked as embarrassed as Severus felt. He grimly nodded, but pressed on, convinced that the telling of the story would somehow vindicate his actions.
“Essences, yes. Blood, tears, semen, sweat, urine. Those are powerful ingredients; when freely given, doubly potent, if a Potioneer understands how to use them. All of them went into the making of the deck.”
“I see,” Mimi said, hoping she sounded completely comfortable about it. In reality, she was a little shocked. To put that much of one’s self into a talisman as powerful as a Tarot deck could be as potentially dangerous as it was useful.
Severus haltingly continued. “I sent her the deck. Around the edges, I wrote the word, Sempra, 'always'. I wanted her to know I would always love her, that the gift was unique and hers alone to use.”
He shook his head, as if remembering those times. “I didn’t expect to hear from her. The Deck was a gift, merely to show her how sorry I was, and how I wanted her forgiveness.”
A look of bitter sadness passed over his face. “Within a week, the cards were returned to me with a note. A very kind, bloodless little note.” His voice darkened with barely concealed hurt. “’It’s a lovely gift, Severus, but one too precious to be in the house where a young child might run the risk of damaging it.’”
His face was a thundercloud. “She honestly thought the deck was infused with Dark Magic! As if I, of all people, would give her anything to cause her harm!” He shook his head, and Mimi placed a gentle hand on his arm to calm him. His eyes were alight with anger. “Oh, I saw through her pretty words – she wasn’t afraid her child would damage the cards – she thought the cards were there to damage her child!”
He dashed away a tear that had formed in the corner of his eye and turned away from Mimi. “I put the deck away. I never touched it again.” His voice grew soft and heartbreakingly winsome. “And then Lily died. And I started to wonder: had it brought harm to her?”
He looked helplessly at Mimi, as if begging her to contradict him. “I was a practitioner of Dark Magic; had it leached its way into the essences of my very being, and thus into what I’d created with them? Was the Sempra Deck a tool for causing harm? I don’t know. I’m not even sure why it behaved as it did with you.” He looked at her, his dark eyes shuttered and unreadable. “I will tell you, and it is the truth: I do not know how it came to be in your possession.”
The two of them were silent for awhile. Finally, Mimi spoke, weighing her words carefully. “Perhaps, Severus, you put so much of yourself into them, they somehow tried to seek out and find those that are somehow connected to you in some visceral way. Maybe they instinctively know who is there for you when you need them the most.” She ventured to touch him again, and he looked into her face a little obliquely, as if afraid of what she would say.
Mimi smiled. “I will tell you, and this is truth, that I have always admired you, Severus.”
He swallowed nervously. Mimi smiled to herself. At times he was still as awkward as a gawky seventeen-year-old. He shrugged. “Possibly. Who’s to say? All I know about the deck is ever since it was created, it has brought me nothing but pain and trouble.”
Before she could stop herself, Mimi huffed, “Well, thanks a lot.”
Severus looked at her in alarm, and shook his head. “Am I wrong, Mimi? Has it not uprooted you here, disrupted your life, and placed you in the middle of the most turbulent time in our history? Has it not sent you to the Dark Lord, perhaps to die?”
Mimi smiled. “I’m not going to die, Severus. Whatever, or whoever sent me back here knows it. If you didn’t bring me back here, and I believe with all my heart it wasn’t you, then someone else brought me here for a purpose, and they knew I’d succeed, or else there would be no one to send the deck back to in the future.”
Severus looked a bit irked. His voice was faintly chastising. “That is not how time travel works, Mimi.”
Mimi smiled. “How do you know?”
He scoffed faintly, then gave her a calculating look. “Excuse me,” he said, and walked through to his bedroom. Mimi waited quietly while he was gone. She had a faint idea what he was doing.
Shortly he returned, looking grim. He lowered himself into his chair heavily. “I went to where I had hidden the deck. It is gone.” He managed to look indifferent as he shrugged. “I truly didn’t expect for it to be there, but it just reinforces the idea they were used it for the express purpose of bringing you here. Why? I still cannot say.”
Mimi stood, and crossed to the chair in which Severus was seated. She knelt down at his feet, and he looked into her lovely eyes. She reached out to stroke his pale, slender hand, and it twitched at her initial touch.
When he didn’t pull away, Mimi threaded her fingers with his and squeezed very gently. He looked down at her in faint surprise. She slid her fingers away, and he released them almost reluctantly. She stroked the top of his hand, trying to soothe him with her touch.
“Severus, I don’t know what the deck does, or how it works. I only know it brought me to you, and at a time when we both needed one another for support. I will always be grateful for it.” She gave his hand a playful little shake. “That is amazingly powerful magic, Severus! You should be proud of what you created, instead of ashamed of it!” She patted his wool-clad knee. “You’re good!”
He allowed himself a smirk. “Well, I am a wizard, you know. And a Potions master of some talent.”
It touched her to hear the pleased note of pride in his voice. It was faint, to be sure; faint and laced with irony, but there, nevertheless. It broke her heart a little to know just how little praise he’d probably received in his lifetime, and how much he deserved. Well, my dear wizard, get used to it, because you’re going to get an earful of it from now on.
Mimi tilted her head and looked up at him. “A Magic Man. Look at you. Big, bad, Potions master. A dark, beautiful sorcerer, that’s what you are, Severus.”
Severus snorted, and looked away, uncomfortable as always when his looks were mentioned. “Beautiful? I hardly think the word applies to me, Miss Manderly.”
Mimi insisted, “There’s a wonderful book in the Muggle world about the Merlin legend, and when the author describes him, she might as well have been talking about you. Tall, black hair, black eyes, pale skin.” Mimi felt his hand grow warm beneath hers. “He is called beautiful, because he has power that no one understands.”
“Except Nimue. She understood it; she coveted it. She ended up stealing it.”
Mimi nodded. “She was very cruel to Merlin, and tricked him, enticing him with her virgin body. She traded her virginity for answers.”
“Is that what you expect me to do?” The moment the words were out of his mouth, Severus leapt from his chair and walked away from Mimi, mortified at all but confessing his lack of sexual experience. What a fool she must think him!
Mimi didn’t move for a moment. Instead, she watched him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction. She honestly had no idea how to answer him.
Finally, she sighed, and rose to her feet. She walked over to where Severus stood, staring moodily into the fire, pretending that he’d said nothing more inflammatory than ‘pass the eggs’. Mimi put a steadying hand on his shoulder, but he moved away from her, clearly embarrassed.
Mimi shook her head. Quietly, she asked, “Severus, do you think I care whether or not you’ve had sex? Do you honestly think that makes any difference with me?”
“I don’t want or need a pity fuck,” he spat, shrugging off the hand that once again tried to comfort him. “And I won’t be a curiosity fuck, either.”
Mimi grabbed his over-robe and spun him to face her. She looked up into his flushed face, petulant and sullen, and in her eyes he saw an anger that dwarfed his insecurity. “Who said anything about ‘fucking’?”
Her eyes snapped. “Honestly, Severus, what do you take me for? I said I wanted to be your friend! If you’ve got any cherry popping in mind, you might want to discuss it with me first!”
She spun around to leave, and he reached for her, his long arm shooting out to hold her and prevent her from leaving. “Don’t go!” His fingers bit into her shoulder, and he pulled away suddenly, as if he’d burned her. He looked ashamed and sorrowful. “I’m sorry, Mimi. I’m just –” He sighed, and Mimi’s heart began to pound.
He closed his eyes, and his voice shook. “I no longer feel I have control over any aspect of my life anymore. I’m just used by one and all, and I allowed my resentment to cloud my judgment, and my manners.”
Mimi relaxed somewhat. She stepped closer, and once again risked placing her hand against his chest, over his heart. “I’m not here to use you, Severus. I may not know the true reason I have been brought here, but I swear all I want to do is to be your friend. To make sure you’re not alone.” She touched his face gently, and he closed his eyes.
He began to breathe heavily, and Mimi understood; he was so starved for human touch, even this gesture was enough to overwhelm him. She fervently wished to introduce whoever had mistreated this man to a fine, lingering hell.
mimimanderly has just released the next card of The Sempra Deck, a set of Major Arcana cards forming the Tarot. Each time Mimi posts a new card, I will post another edition of the story, so you can see how the story and the cards meshed together. Here is the next card - 08 Justice, and here is the next chapter of the story.
This Chapter is rated R for content and language. Happy Reading!
The Sempra Deck is dedicated to the real mystic goddess Mimi Manderly; to her beloved SeverusMuse, and to my precious Dahlra. All characters with the exception of Mimi Manderley, Peter and Dahlra belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from this publication.
Chapter 5 - Matching Wood
“I know the story of you and Lily, Severus. You don’t have to tell me if it’s too painful for you.”
Severus looked up at Mimi searchingly. They were sitting in his chambers, pushing their breakfasts around on their plates, not really eating, as Severus tried to marshal his thoughts and explain how Mimi had come into possession of a deck of tarot cards he had created before Harry Potter was born.
Part of him, that knee-jerk part that automatically scoffed at anyone claiming to know ‘the whole story’ of him and Lily Evans, wanted to tell Mimi to fuck off, that she couldn’t possibly. In light of recent events, however, Severus was inclined to believe that this time, someone might actually be telling him the truth.
And it was painful; how else could he describe it? He had taken a young girl’s friendship and repaid it with cruelty and his own blackened self-loathing. By the time he had gotten up the courage and maturity to beg for her forgiveness, she and James Potter, his arch enemy, were married and Lily was carrying Potter’s child.
Severus remembered the last time he actually saw Lily alive. It was in Diagon Alley, and she was heavily pregnant with Harry. She was lush and ripe and glowing, and her very presence shamed him; set him apart, taunted him with her impropriety with that lecherous pig, Potter.
Her flouted pregnancy tossed his enforced virginity back into his face; he, Severus, had chosen to remain celibate, refusing to give into his baser desires, reasoning that they showed him at his most unfaithful worst.
He could forgive Lily her sexual trespasses; he simply could not condone his own. By the time it no longer mattered, self-denial had become a way of life for Severus, and he despaired of ever knowing a woman’s touch before he departed this earth.
So, on that last, worst day, Severus stood next to Ollivander’s and watched her pass by, not even registering him; chatting and laughing with Potter and the werewolf, Lupin, looking like the goddess of bounty she was. Severus ached so badly he could barely clutch his wand.
It was not just physically wanting her; he wanted to be hers. Oh, for Lily to be ripe and big-bellied with his own child! Immobile and expressionless, he watched her, then returned to Spinner’s End and drank himself almost into St. Mungo’s for the better part of a week.
When he could force himself to think about her again, it was too late. And the last time he saw Lily, she was dead, a stiffening corpse - his eternal, denied lover. He felt at that moment that he was destined to never know that kind of love, to never see a woman look up into his face with desire and longing. He told himself he did not deserve it, after what he’d done.
At times, he found it easy to accept a life without sex, especially now that life was surely forfeit. But there were times, especially in the last month or so, when the thought of never knowing love almost carved his heart right out of his chest, and he found it hard to find a reason to get out of bed every morning.
Severus caught Mimi’s eye, and for a moment he could almost Legilimise into her mind. It was nonsense, of course. More like imprinting his thoughts and feelings onto her. Still, she looked at him with so much sadness and empathy, and he thanked Merlin that he truly did not have to explain Lily to her.
“Yes, well, the Sempra Deck.” Severus took a big breath. How to explain it? He took a sip of scalding hot tea, and licked his lips. “After Lily and I… parted company, I became obsessed with winning her back. I was too young and foolish to realise she had never been mine to lose, but I was arrogant and desperate enough to believe that, if I could do something, anything to make her forgive me, I could at least make her see me in a kinder light.
“I sought to use any talent at my disposal to get her to at least speak to me again, and I hit on the idea of making her a gift that would convey my esteem for her. I envisioned a deck of Tarot, with each card a work of art, each unique, and dedicated to her.
“I created each card to tell a story about us, together. Each card of the Major Arcana was a picture of moments we’d shared, or experienced, or told one another about. And then I infused the cards with my purified essences.”
Mimi looked at first confused, then startled. “Essences?” She squeaked. “As in… essences? Plural?”
For the first time since the conversation started, Mimi looked as embarrassed as Severus felt. He grimly nodded, but pressed on, convinced that the telling of the story would somehow vindicate his actions.
“Essences, yes. Blood, tears, semen, sweat, urine. Those are powerful ingredients; when freely given, doubly potent, if a Potioneer understands how to use them. All of them went into the making of the deck.”
“I see,” Mimi said, hoping she sounded completely comfortable about it. In reality, she was a little shocked. To put that much of one’s self into a talisman as powerful as a Tarot deck could be as potentially dangerous as it was useful.
Severus haltingly continued. “I sent her the deck. Around the edges, I wrote the word, Sempra, 'always'. I wanted her to know I would always love her, that the gift was unique and hers alone to use.”
He shook his head, as if remembering those times. “I didn’t expect to hear from her. The Deck was a gift, merely to show her how sorry I was, and how I wanted her forgiveness.”
A look of bitter sadness passed over his face. “Within a week, the cards were returned to me with a note. A very kind, bloodless little note.” His voice darkened with barely concealed hurt. “’It’s a lovely gift, Severus, but one too precious to be in the house where a young child might run the risk of damaging it.’”
His face was a thundercloud. “She honestly thought the deck was infused with Dark Magic! As if I, of all people, would give her anything to cause her harm!” He shook his head, and Mimi placed a gentle hand on his arm to calm him. His eyes were alight with anger. “Oh, I saw through her pretty words – she wasn’t afraid her child would damage the cards – she thought the cards were there to damage her child!”
He dashed away a tear that had formed in the corner of his eye and turned away from Mimi. “I put the deck away. I never touched it again.” His voice grew soft and heartbreakingly winsome. “And then Lily died. And I started to wonder: had it brought harm to her?”
He looked helplessly at Mimi, as if begging her to contradict him. “I was a practitioner of Dark Magic; had it leached its way into the essences of my very being, and thus into what I’d created with them? Was the Sempra Deck a tool for causing harm? I don’t know. I’m not even sure why it behaved as it did with you.” He looked at her, his dark eyes shuttered and unreadable. “I will tell you, and it is the truth: I do not know how it came to be in your possession.”
The two of them were silent for awhile. Finally, Mimi spoke, weighing her words carefully. “Perhaps, Severus, you put so much of yourself into them, they somehow tried to seek out and find those that are somehow connected to you in some visceral way. Maybe they instinctively know who is there for you when you need them the most.” She ventured to touch him again, and he looked into her face a little obliquely, as if afraid of what she would say.
Mimi smiled. “I will tell you, and this is truth, that I have always admired you, Severus.”
He swallowed nervously. Mimi smiled to herself. At times he was still as awkward as a gawky seventeen-year-old. He shrugged. “Possibly. Who’s to say? All I know about the deck is ever since it was created, it has brought me nothing but pain and trouble.”
Before she could stop herself, Mimi huffed, “Well, thanks a lot.”
Severus looked at her in alarm, and shook his head. “Am I wrong, Mimi? Has it not uprooted you here, disrupted your life, and placed you in the middle of the most turbulent time in our history? Has it not sent you to the Dark Lord, perhaps to die?”
Mimi smiled. “I’m not going to die, Severus. Whatever, or whoever sent me back here knows it. If you didn’t bring me back here, and I believe with all my heart it wasn’t you, then someone else brought me here for a purpose, and they knew I’d succeed, or else there would be no one to send the deck back to in the future.”
Severus looked a bit irked. His voice was faintly chastising. “That is not how time travel works, Mimi.”
Mimi smiled. “How do you know?”
He scoffed faintly, then gave her a calculating look. “Excuse me,” he said, and walked through to his bedroom. Mimi waited quietly while he was gone. She had a faint idea what he was doing.
Shortly he returned, looking grim. He lowered himself into his chair heavily. “I went to where I had hidden the deck. It is gone.” He managed to look indifferent as he shrugged. “I truly didn’t expect for it to be there, but it just reinforces the idea they were used it for the express purpose of bringing you here. Why? I still cannot say.”
Mimi stood, and crossed to the chair in which Severus was seated. She knelt down at his feet, and he looked into her lovely eyes. She reached out to stroke his pale, slender hand, and it twitched at her initial touch.
When he didn’t pull away, Mimi threaded her fingers with his and squeezed very gently. He looked down at her in faint surprise. She slid her fingers away, and he released them almost reluctantly. She stroked the top of his hand, trying to soothe him with her touch.
“Severus, I don’t know what the deck does, or how it works. I only know it brought me to you, and at a time when we both needed one another for support. I will always be grateful for it.” She gave his hand a playful little shake. “That is amazingly powerful magic, Severus! You should be proud of what you created, instead of ashamed of it!” She patted his wool-clad knee. “You’re good!”
He allowed himself a smirk. “Well, I am a wizard, you know. And a Potions master of some talent.”
It touched her to hear the pleased note of pride in his voice. It was faint, to be sure; faint and laced with irony, but there, nevertheless. It broke her heart a little to know just how little praise he’d probably received in his lifetime, and how much he deserved. Well, my dear wizard, get used to it, because you’re going to get an earful of it from now on.
Mimi tilted her head and looked up at him. “A Magic Man. Look at you. Big, bad, Potions master. A dark, beautiful sorcerer, that’s what you are, Severus.”
Severus snorted, and looked away, uncomfortable as always when his looks were mentioned. “Beautiful? I hardly think the word applies to me, Miss Manderly.”
Mimi insisted, “There’s a wonderful book in the Muggle world about the Merlin legend, and when the author describes him, she might as well have been talking about you. Tall, black hair, black eyes, pale skin.” Mimi felt his hand grow warm beneath hers. “He is called beautiful, because he has power that no one understands.”
“Except Nimue. She understood it; she coveted it. She ended up stealing it.”
Mimi nodded. “She was very cruel to Merlin, and tricked him, enticing him with her virgin body. She traded her virginity for answers.”
“Is that what you expect me to do?” The moment the words were out of his mouth, Severus leapt from his chair and walked away from Mimi, mortified at all but confessing his lack of sexual experience. What a fool she must think him!
Mimi didn’t move for a moment. Instead, she watched him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction. She honestly had no idea how to answer him.
Finally, she sighed, and rose to her feet. She walked over to where Severus stood, staring moodily into the fire, pretending that he’d said nothing more inflammatory than ‘pass the eggs’. Mimi put a steadying hand on his shoulder, but he moved away from her, clearly embarrassed.
Mimi shook her head. Quietly, she asked, “Severus, do you think I care whether or not you’ve had sex? Do you honestly think that makes any difference with me?”
“I don’t want or need a pity fuck,” he spat, shrugging off the hand that once again tried to comfort him. “And I won’t be a curiosity fuck, either.”
Mimi grabbed his over-robe and spun him to face her. She looked up into his flushed face, petulant and sullen, and in her eyes he saw an anger that dwarfed his insecurity. “Who said anything about ‘fucking’?”
Her eyes snapped. “Honestly, Severus, what do you take me for? I said I wanted to be your friend! If you’ve got any cherry popping in mind, you might want to discuss it with me first!”
She spun around to leave, and he reached for her, his long arm shooting out to hold her and prevent her from leaving. “Don’t go!” His fingers bit into her shoulder, and he pulled away suddenly, as if he’d burned her. He looked ashamed and sorrowful. “I’m sorry, Mimi. I’m just –” He sighed, and Mimi’s heart began to pound.
He closed his eyes, and his voice shook. “I no longer feel I have control over any aspect of my life anymore. I’m just used by one and all, and I allowed my resentment to cloud my judgment, and my manners.”
Mimi relaxed somewhat. She stepped closer, and once again risked placing her hand against his chest, over his heart. “I’m not here to use you, Severus. I may not know the true reason I have been brought here, but I swear all I want to do is to be your friend. To make sure you’re not alone.” She touched his face gently, and he closed his eyes.
He began to breathe heavily, and Mimi understood; he was so starved for human touch, even this gesture was enough to overwhelm him. She fervently wished to introduce whoever had mistreated this man to a fine, lingering hell.
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Date: 2011-07-13 08:14 pm (UTC)Did they end up having a child? And would that be the one who sent her the deck?
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Date: 2011-07-13 08:46 pm (UTC)A child? Hmmm... sorry, babe, but you're just going to have to get in line with your 3D glasses and wait like everybody else to find out!
(I'll let you cut in with me, though.)
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Date: 2011-07-14 01:15 am (UTC)Oh, didn't I tell you about the weeeee little edit in Chapter 10?
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Date: 2011-07-14 12:37 am (UTC)I'm glad Mimi is there to take care of Severus. He has had to take care of everyone else and their problems for so long, and it's long past time for someone to take care of him!
Love it!
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Date: 2011-07-14 01:14 am (UTC)