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Fred didn’t know how to describe what he was feeling, other than that he was feeling weird. There definitely was not a word for this feeling of loss. He didn’t even know why he felt such immense loss... He wasn’t the one that lost anything, his family was, and he was sure that they didn’t even know he was alive. He hadn’t gone home yet. It had been about four or five months since he had been dead, and a lot of things could change in that time. It was terrifying that he didn’t remember anything at all. Just darkness.

These thoughts raced through his head as he sat in the waiting room of St. Mungos. He wanted to get his body checked out; making sure that everything was all right with him. Never being dead before, he didn’t really know what to expect. He assumed no one would pay much attention to him anyway and so far he was right. Fred just simply felt depressed. Maybe coming back from the dead wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Death was strangely peaceful.

He shifted, making himself more comfortable in the seat while he looked around the room. There weren’t many people in the hospital, including workers. It was no wonder that this was taking what felt like forever.

While Fred was thinking, he didn’t notice that he was practically staring a hole into someone’s head. It was rude, but he didn’t care much about being rude. “Sorry, mate.” He mumbled, taking his glance away from the person and shifting to the floor instead to make it significantly less weird. Probably best not to draw any attention right now. He wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to be doing. All he wanted to do was get back to George. Hell, he wished Georgie were with him right now. He’d feel a lot better... having anyone really. Fred never felt so completely alone before.

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This whole thing was... to put it simply, extremely odd, agitating and frustrating. One moment he was accepting death and he had found peace at last, and the next, it was like waking up from a vivid dream. Severus was nearing forty when he had perished, but yet here he was- sixteen all over again. In addition to being brought back by the faceless man, he found that there were gaping holes that should have been filled with memories- but he couldn't remember much of anything. He could remember everything up until somewhere in his sixth year, and then from there it was spotty memories that were absolutely torturous. How could he have killed Dumbledore and how could he have betrayed him for seventeen long years? What had caused him to go down such a dark path?

He did not deny his fascination with the Dark Arts- it was a dangerous line of study filled with the most horrible, yet talented and brilliant spells and potions known to man. It brought him satisfaction to know so much about something so little knew about. But just because he liked learning of the Dart Arts did not mean he himself was dark- though he was often angry and annoyed with almost everything, he never ever intended on using his knowledge to harm others (though sometimes he was tempted to use it on James Potter or Sirius Black...). Nor did he ever truly want to help lead to anyone's demise or death. Yet somehow-he had done it.

Severus's dark hair fell in his face as he sat in St. Mungos, waiting to be checked up on before returning to Hogwarts. That was another thing- how in the bloody hell did they expect him to return there when it was apparently 1998? He heaved a sigh, showing his overall distaste for both his peculiar situation and for the ruddy waiting room. He had nothing to do but quite literally, fiddle with his thumbs and wait for his name to be called. There were others in the waiting room with him, but he showed no interest in any of them... That is, until he felt the prickling feeling of someone's eyes on him. His dark eyes glanced up and spotted a very familiar redheaded male staring at him a few seats away. "Weasley..." he muttered under his breath involuntarily. His spine went rigid and his clasped his hands tightly together. Merlin's beard, why did he mutter that?! The situation had turned quite awkward (but then again, awkward something he knew how to do very well).

He looked away and thought back, trying to reclaim any memories he had.... He found a few not concerning this particular boy, but with someone with a striking resemblance to him- Ronald Weasley- who was inseparable from Harry Potter, who he did remember tormenting in his Potions classes for years on end. He had to have been Ronald's brother...or it was a mere coincidence. Sev's dark eyes flickered towards the tall, redheaded male again, scanning his features once more.

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@fred

he's so awkward

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Fred almost jumped when the man in front of him mumbled his last name. Well, he wasn’t so much of a man as he was a boy. The bloke looked rather young. Fred’s eyes automatically flickered up to him as he tried to figure out how he knew this boy. “Do I know you?” He asked, eyebrows bouncing up to his hairline. If anything he could easily pretend to be George. It was the simplest way to hide right now. Fred wasn’t sure if he had to be hiding, but he sure felt like he had to. He wasn’t sure if it was safe anymore. He was still filled with the fear he had when he died. It was hard to just let a feeling like that go completely.

The boy looked so familiar, but Fred just couldn’t place it. Fred was staring at him trying to figure it out. He didn’t care how rude it must be. The man almost looked like professor Snape, but it couldn’t be. Snape was old, and dead. Then again, Fred was supposed to be dead too, but he wasn’t old that was for sure. Fred was as young and handsome as ever…thank Merlin for that.

“You look familiar, mate.” Fred stated, feeling like this was all a bit weird. He was probably being way too confrontational but he was growing frustrated with everything lately. He just wanted some damned answers already. His family wasn’t able to help him because they had no idea he was even here yet. He didn’t even know when to go about telling them. Fred looked away from the boy in front of him when another patient was called out of the waiting room. Fred was definitely here before that other person. He breathed deeply and looked back to the for some reason familiar face. “They keep us waiting long enough, eh?”

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In his head, Severus was beating himself up for letting any words escape his lips, especially these since now he had caused an eruption of awkwardness within the room. He knew very well how hard social interaction was without having weird looks or uncomfortable silences emerge... this was no different. "It isn't hard to spot a Weasley- obnoxious orange hair and freckles..." he spoke in a low, cold tone as he dragged on the last word. He let the bitterness ooze out of him a lot easier than he had when he was an adult, but then again, what was there to lose?

Then the young man, the Weasley, spoke again, causing the black haired teenager to shift his feet and look away. He had been a professor and even a Headmaster... under normal circumstanced he would have been proud and had no reason to feel as though he had to hide his identity. But these were not normal circumstances (excluding the whole huge oddity of being resurrected as a teenager). He had been a professor many loathed, just as he grew tired of most of his students. And he had been a headmaster to Hogwarts and allowed for the Dark Lord's clutches to grasp the school, and for fellow Death Eaters to teach Dark Arts to children who weren't even thirteen years old yet... While he should have been comfortable with it, since he was supposedly a Death Eater as well and because the Dark Arts intrigued him, he felt the immense pressure of guilt and embarrassment. He was a dark individual, but not a bad person. Or was he?

"I am not your mate, nor do I even have the slightest clue on who you are." he snapped, lying about the last bit of his sentence. He had an idea and things were fuzzy, but he knew he had definitely taught this young man while he was at Hogwarts, and that he was a Weasley. "That's an excellent observation Weasley, bravo..." he muttered under his breath- the aura of the authority he previously had before death still radiated with his words. He clenched his fists tighter, realizing that he did indeed sound like some sort of unpleased professor rather than an impatient teenager. It all came so natural for him- hopefully the redheaded man would ignore it rather than connect the dots. The last thing he wanted was for someone to recognize him and for trouble to stir for actions he had done... for actions couldn't even fully remember nor condone.

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@fred

sorry for the wait!

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Ugh, Merlin. Fred hated this guy from the beginning and it was truly no wonder why that was. He was acting like a real prat from the start and really Fred wasn’t in the mood for this. He had enough going on right now and of course the first person he meets that seems to recognize him is a complete wart. “Right then,” snorted Fred, rolling his eyes at the rude Weasley comment he was all so used to hearing. “You’re hooked nose must be a real signature.” He bounced his eyebrows for emphasis, smirking at the man, or boy, in front of him. Really, he wasn’t in the mood. If he had anything from the shop on him, Merlin knows Fred would have slipped him a puking pastille by now.

Fred was still trying to figure out why the other man looked so familiar, but the thought of it being Snape couldn’t be removed from his head. It was hard to think because of that. He was completely stuck on it, unable to come up with anyone else, at all. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes again when the man snapped at him for calling him mate. Clearly he was on edge or something, didn’t he know how people his age talked? “You have not a clue who I am, yet you know I’m a Weasley. Clearly you need to know a bit about us, don’t you think?” It was more than obvious to Fred that this man knew more than he was letting on. Fred wasn’t as thick as everyone thought he was, really. That last statement from the man though brought back so many memories. Fred had the strongest feeling now that this was Snape. He could have been bought back the same way Fred was, and for some reason he was just younger. Maybe the spell only worked on the young, or something like that. Fred truly didn’t know much at all about resurrection because up until this point he thought it was impossible.

“You don’t sound your age.” Fred stated bluntly, clenching and unclenching his fist. He desperately needed to know if he was crazy. Was this man really Snape? If it was than that meant Fred wasn’t alone. Even if it meant that his only companion through this was Snape… at least it was something. “So, why’re ya here then?” He asked, fully doubting he was going to get the truth. It really didn’t hurt to ask though.

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He rolled his dark eyes and shuffled his feet, looking rather bored and disgusted by the redhead's insults. They were all things he had heard before, especially from James Potter and Sirius Black decades before. These insults were rather dull compared to those. "The least you could do is create a more creative insult, Raggedy Ann." he sassed back as he flipped his hair. The line moved a little, giving him a sense of hope. Perhaps he could escape the annoying bloke in front of him and avoid a rather awkward explanation of resurrection. [break]

Hiding the truth, lying and relatively rude and sarcastic comments were three things Severus had always been good at, even in his segmented, fragmented memories of his adulthood. One would think death and resurrection could change some of that for the better, but this situation was proving otherwise. Sev couldn't bring himself to telling the Weasley who he was or why he was here, especially when he was asked directly about it. "I don't have to disclose that personal information to a dimwit like yourself, nor would I elect to enlighten you on my personal life even if you didn't decide to be a nuisance to me." he looked him up and down, acting bewildered that he would dare ask such information from him. [break]

But he soon forced himself to calm down- he had to stop acting like he was still a professor and had to start acting his age... or... well, the age he appeared to be. "Why are you here, Weasley? Molly couldn't procure enough food for the dozens of gingers running amok? I see you look rather slim. Skin and bones." he stared into the man's eyes, tempted to use Legilmency to simply scare him off. But he decided against it, knowing that it would lead to further inquiries, aggression and confrontation. "Perhaps your looking for a spare bed to lie in for a few hours because you can't afford your own," he shot more, daring to side step him and cut in front of him in line. "If you don't mind, I need to be somewhere soon, thanks mate" he sneered, turning his back on the redheaded man.

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@fred

sorry for the wait!

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