02-06-2019, 11:10 PM
//The best around!
//I'm going to skip to them getting to the house. No need to drag that part out.
//I'm going to skip to them getting to the house. No need to drag that part out.
Ellie had remained silent throughout their journey through the forest. Within minutes of entering the trees, she had taken the led. She had kept within Severus's sight, but she had not even glanced back once. She was adjusted to the forest, moving through it as though a creature who called it home. In a sad, almost comically way, she was. It had been her home since before she had memories.
After nearly an hour, she paused. Ellie stood still, listening. She suddenly gulped, growing nervous. "Nan must be home. The dog is not barking,"she said warily. Without waiting for his response, she slipped through a cluster of vines, vanishing from sight. When Snape followed after her, it would be as though he had stepped into a fairy tale.
The two had entered a small clearing surrounded by a wall of tall hedges. The grass was short, barely more specks of dull green and brown. In the center of the clearing was a small, once white house. It was small, a shot-gun house. The paint was peeling, and it had the appearance of a home not well taken care of. The steps leading up to the porch were moments way from collapse. The entire house was. To the side was a small, thin-wooded dog house. Laying within the shadows were the glowing eyes of a dog. On the porch to the house were two chairs barely together. In one sat a woman.
She wore all black. Her skin was whiter than snow, and only her face and hands could be seen. The rest of her body was clothed in black. Her hair, thin, fell around her face like a black veil. Her eyes, bright green and hollow, were fixed on the opening in the hedge wall. As skinny as Ellie was, this woman was a skeleton next to her. Her hard face was pressed into a mask of anger. Those eyes were shifted to Severus, and he knew the woman. It was Elizabeth Grey, barely recognizable as the once proud woman.
"Nan, I-"Ellie started but she fell silent as Grey raised her hand. She stood up, the rags for cloths making her appear larger than she was. She walked down the steps to them, and stopped once she had reached Ellie. She placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, but she was looking at Snape. "Severus Snape, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's right hand man. What are you doing here?"In her free hand, she held a slender black wand, posed to attack.
After nearly an hour, she paused. Ellie stood still, listening. She suddenly gulped, growing nervous. "Nan must be home. The dog is not barking,"she said warily. Without waiting for his response, she slipped through a cluster of vines, vanishing from sight. When Snape followed after her, it would be as though he had stepped into a fairy tale.
The two had entered a small clearing surrounded by a wall of tall hedges. The grass was short, barely more specks of dull green and brown. In the center of the clearing was a small, once white house. It was small, a shot-gun house. The paint was peeling, and it had the appearance of a home not well taken care of. The steps leading up to the porch were moments way from collapse. The entire house was. To the side was a small, thin-wooded dog house. Laying within the shadows were the glowing eyes of a dog. On the porch to the house were two chairs barely together. In one sat a woman.
She wore all black. Her skin was whiter than snow, and only her face and hands could be seen. The rest of her body was clothed in black. Her hair, thin, fell around her face like a black veil. Her eyes, bright green and hollow, were fixed on the opening in the hedge wall. As skinny as Ellie was, this woman was a skeleton next to her. Her hard face was pressed into a mask of anger. Those eyes were shifted to Severus, and he knew the woman. It was Elizabeth Grey, barely recognizable as the once proud woman.
"Nan, I-"Ellie started but she fell silent as Grey raised her hand. She stood up, the rags for cloths making her appear larger than she was. She walked down the steps to them, and stopped once she had reached Ellie. She placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, but she was looking at Snape. "Severus Snape, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's right hand man. What are you doing here?"In her free hand, she held a slender black wand, posed to attack.
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