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The Meeting.
Anti-litigation charm; JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter Universe, to her we bow. Warner Brothers and Various Publishers also have their own rights. We are just playing in their backyard and we promise to clean up when we have finished.
This is in response to the REGENCY CHALLENGE on WIKTT.
Plagiarism is sometimes the sincerest form of flattery, Plot elements identifiable from fics on Whispers, WIKTT and fanfiction.net are likely to be just that. To those who write them........ Wow.
To those who have read and enjoyed, I hope you continue to do so. I have read every review with pleasure.
Now on with the story:
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Chapter Four: The Meeting.
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Lord Snape had finally collapsed into a light sleep mere hours before dawn, a sleep plagued by images of Miss Dursley inanely enquiring after his health, wealth, and welfare. Thus, he was not at all pleased to be woken at the crack of dawn by the touch of a slightly wet nose pressed into the nape of his neck. Attempting to ignore this ignominious intrusion Lord Snape tried to return to Morpheus' embrace. When he failed to respond positively, the owner of the said nose began nibbling at his right ear.
"Go away Draco," Lord Snape finally snarled. This was, of course, in the vain hope that today the beast might actually listen. History to date suggested otherwise. For reasons that still eluded him, he had bought the ermine at a country feté he had been attending with the Marauders. The feté had been held on the estates of Lucien, Lord Malfoy, another known rival of the Marauders, and close companion to Lord Voldemort. Lord Snape had unwittingly allowed himself to be drawn into a discussion of Lord Malfoy's latest chère-amie, and the fact that she had apparently given him his congé. The discussion, unfortunately, was overheard and Lord Lucien, a dab hand at hexes and charms, had sent a small present Lord Snape's way. Lord Malfoy, well aware of Lord Snape's opinion on exotic pets such as the Beau Lockhart's golden monkey, had enacted a subtle form of revenge.
Lord Snape, the not so proud owner of a pet ermine, had been furious when word had spread through the gaming rooms and clubs that he, the disdainer of pets, now sported a fashionable, furred accessory. Beau Lockhart had even gone so far as to suggest that Lord Snape had finally joined the ranks of the truly well dressed gentleman. That Lord Snape privately thought of Beau Lockhart as an overdressed fop with pretensions, had meant that Beau Lockhart's comments had not been well received. Lord Snape, aware that Lord Lucien had influenced him into the purchase had, in the end, named the beast after Lucien's son, Draco, Viscount Slytherin. The beast was well named, it favoured its namesake in all things; it was white-haired, vain, arrogant and far too caught up in its own consequence. Neither Lord Lucien nor Viscount Slytherin had been impressed by the naming. The rest of the Ton however had been exceeding amused, and the name had stayed. In fact, the Haute Ton had been so taken with the beast, that he'd received personal invitations to the very best parties, routs and soirees.
Realising that returning to sleep was now impossible, Lord Snape rose and prepared for the day, praying to Merlin that a repeat of yesterday was not in the offering. His valet, an extremely fussy young man, was well aware of the normal routine of the Snape Mansion and had ready croissants, coffee and riding attire. The coffee and riding attire for Lord Snape, a plate of croissant for Draco. Draco, once he had finished breaking his fast would settle as a collar on Lord Snape's shoulder's whilst the two enjoyed a morning gallop through Hyde Park.
Leaving his Mount Street property, Lord Snape approached the Grosvenor Gate of Hyde Park. Letting Devil Heart, his great black beast of a horse, have his head, he galloped off across the park expanse. The extremely early hour, at least by the Ton clock, meant he had little company whilst he rode and contemplated the day. He was invited to two balls this evening, had an appointment with gentleman Jack at 1.00pm and was intending to visit Manton's later in the afternoon. If he planned for a noon visit he could reasonable leave forthwith due to prior engagements.
Perhaps he should take Draco with him; his impressions of Miss Dursley last night led him to believe that she would find Draco offensive at the very least. Maybe he should mention that Lord Lupin had little fondness for furry creatures, except as food. Thinking on Lord Lupin he wondered how Miss Dursley would take to that gentleman's monthly troubles. No, he really should try to direct that empty headed debutante towards Black; that would be an interesting pairing.
"Are you up to scaring off a lady with pretensions?" He asked his companion as he turned Devil back towards the gate. Draco just chittered gleefully.
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Returning home, Lord Snape spent the better part of two hours preparing for the day's events. He quickly penned an elegant note to the Dursley's requesting their permission to call at noon. Sending for his tiger, Ron, he sent the lad out with instructions to procure a posy of flowers, and to deliver his note to the Dursley premises in Conduit Street. The lad was instructed to return immediately with their reply, though Lord Snape continued in his toilet on the assumption he would be most welcome; after all he would need a good hour at least just to get his cravat right.
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His tiger, a young lad of indeterminate parentage, was not at all pleased with this task. After all, in the manner of the Ton, he was generally ignored, and as such was in the enviable position to observe members of the Ton in all their pettish glory. The idea that his master was even contemplating an alignment with the empty-headed fashion plate of the Season was enough to turn any sensible young lad's stomach. Still he had a task to do, and finish it he would. Stopping at the first flower seller he passed, Ron grabbed the nastiest, sorriest looking bunch of wilted carnations she had, and as they were truly awful he gladly paid her five times their worth.
As expected, the Dursley's were only too happy to have Lord Snape call on them. The butler didn't even turn a hair at the pitiful posy. 'Them's must be desperate,' Ron thought as he returned to the Mount Street Property. 'Wonder what is Lordship'll say when he sees them. Probably smile,' the tiger reckoned. He was later to be proved correct in his estimation of Lord Snape's reaction.
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Lord Snape elected to take his curricle, a neat little vehicle, drawn by a beautiful pair of matched Black Arabians, the horse, silver maned and green eyed were cle ole of maintaining over thirty miles per hour at the trot. When sprung they had been known to hit 45 miles per hour. The pair, along with Devil Heart were worth every pound spent on their care, which was considerable. He timed his arrival to a nicety. Pulling up the curricle, Lord Snape was most disconcerted to hear the sounds of what amounted to a family argument.
"My vinaigrette, he will be here soon and you have let her down the stairs." Mrs Dursley's voice was so loud that it was not to be wondered at it being heard all the way to Leicester square.
"I did not Mama." Miss Dursley was heard to answer in a voice as loud as her mother's. "I gave strict instructions that she was not to come down the stair until one hour past noon. My abigail past it on to her."
"Then she is the most unfeeling beast, a viper I have nurtured in my very breast," lamented the elder woman. "Jenkin's, remove this creature forthwith," she was heard to command.
Remembering Miss Dursley's lament of the previous evening on the disaster that had befallen the Dursley household, Lord Snape reasoned that the unseen person of whom they were speaking was Miss Granger. That she was being spoken of in such tones, when it was obvious she was still in the room, was at the height of bad manners. The cut so direct would not have bor borne by himself, he wondered at the restraint that Miss Granger was exhibiting, or was it that Miss Dursley had been correct in the estimation of the girl that they were to chaperone through the season.
Curious to the answer to this conundrum Lord Snape briskly rapped the knocker. The butler, who had strict instruction to adLordLord Snape, opened the door moments after the knocker had first been struck.
The butler, a man well suited to a household with ambitions above their station looked Lord Snape ovith ith an eye towards cataloguing the man's probable worth. 'Yes, he'll do for our Miss Dursley,' he thought to himself, as he ushered the Lord in. "Welcome, My Lord," he said unctuously, "the ladies await you in the sitting room." Taking Lord Snape's many-layered cape, his hat and ivory-tipped ebony cane, he directed Lord Snape to the first room down the hall.
Lord Snape, curious about the unseen female in the household, strode purposely towards the sitting room. Stepping over the threshold to that room he was struck by a forceful, quick-moving object travelling in the other direction.
Miss Granger, having tired of being discussed as though she was not present, took it upon herself to leave the vicinity of the quarrelling Dursleys. She picked up the copy of Ars Chemica she had been reading and strode purposefully from the room. Miss Granger hit a wall of masculine flesh; so surprised was she that she instantly dropped the volume she was carrying.
Lord Snape ben ret retrieve the item that had just landed on his gleaming Hessians. The item was of a considerable weight, and he was momentarily worried about the state of his boot, that is until he noticed what the item was: the latest copy of Ars Chemica. The most immediate problem that Lord Snape encountered in attempting to retrieve the book was that the book's owner was similarly engaged, and as she was smaller, of slighter build and extremely fit, it was her hand that reached the volume first, and thus it was her head that began its upward journey, whilst Lord Snape's still descended. So, without the due formalities, Lord Snape's Nose was introduced to Miss Granger's Head in a manner most painful to Lord Snape.
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TBC Jeanette
This is in response to the REGENCY CHALLENGE on WIKTT.
Plagiarism is sometimes the sincerest form of flattery, Plot elements identifiable from fics on Whispers, WIKTT and fanfiction.net are likely to be just that. To those who write them........ Wow.
To those who have read and enjoyed, I hope you continue to do so. I have read every review with pleasure.
Now on with the story:
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Chapter Four: The Meeting.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lord Snape had finally collapsed into a light sleep mere hours before dawn, a sleep plagued by images of Miss Dursley inanely enquiring after his health, wealth, and welfare. Thus, he was not at all pleased to be woken at the crack of dawn by the touch of a slightly wet nose pressed into the nape of his neck. Attempting to ignore this ignominious intrusion Lord Snape tried to return to Morpheus' embrace. When he failed to respond positively, the owner of the said nose began nibbling at his right ear.
"Go away Draco," Lord Snape finally snarled. This was, of course, in the vain hope that today the beast might actually listen. History to date suggested otherwise. For reasons that still eluded him, he had bought the ermine at a country feté he had been attending with the Marauders. The feté had been held on the estates of Lucien, Lord Malfoy, another known rival of the Marauders, and close companion to Lord Voldemort. Lord Snape had unwittingly allowed himself to be drawn into a discussion of Lord Malfoy's latest chère-amie, and the fact that she had apparently given him his congé. The discussion, unfortunately, was overheard and Lord Lucien, a dab hand at hexes and charms, had sent a small present Lord Snape's way. Lord Malfoy, well aware of Lord Snape's opinion on exotic pets such as the Beau Lockhart's golden monkey, had enacted a subtle form of revenge.
Lord Snape, the not so proud owner of a pet ermine, had been furious when word had spread through the gaming rooms and clubs that he, the disdainer of pets, now sported a fashionable, furred accessory. Beau Lockhart had even gone so far as to suggest that Lord Snape had finally joined the ranks of the truly well dressed gentleman. That Lord Snape privately thought of Beau Lockhart as an overdressed fop with pretensions, had meant that Beau Lockhart's comments had not been well received. Lord Snape, aware that Lord Lucien had influenced him into the purchase had, in the end, named the beast after Lucien's son, Draco, Viscount Slytherin. The beast was well named, it favoured its namesake in all things; it was white-haired, vain, arrogant and far too caught up in its own consequence. Neither Lord Lucien nor Viscount Slytherin had been impressed by the naming. The rest of the Ton however had been exceeding amused, and the name had stayed. In fact, the Haute Ton had been so taken with the beast, that he'd received personal invitations to the very best parties, routs and soirees.
Realising that returning to sleep was now impossible, Lord Snape rose and prepared for the day, praying to Merlin that a repeat of yesterday was not in the offering. His valet, an extremely fussy young man, was well aware of the normal routine of the Snape Mansion and had ready croissants, coffee and riding attire. The coffee and riding attire for Lord Snape, a plate of croissant for Draco. Draco, once he had finished breaking his fast would settle as a collar on Lord Snape's shoulder's whilst the two enjoyed a morning gallop through Hyde Park.
Leaving his Mount Street property, Lord Snape approached the Grosvenor Gate of Hyde Park. Letting Devil Heart, his great black beast of a horse, have his head, he galloped off across the park expanse. The extremely early hour, at least by the Ton clock, meant he had little company whilst he rode and contemplated the day. He was invited to two balls this evening, had an appointment with gentleman Jack at 1.00pm and was intending to visit Manton's later in the afternoon. If he planned for a noon visit he could reasonable leave forthwith due to prior engagements.
Perhaps he should take Draco with him; his impressions of Miss Dursley last night led him to believe that she would find Draco offensive at the very least. Maybe he should mention that Lord Lupin had little fondness for furry creatures, except as food. Thinking on Lord Lupin he wondered how Miss Dursley would take to that gentleman's monthly troubles. No, he really should try to direct that empty headed debutante towards Black; that would be an interesting pairing.
"Are you up to scaring off a lady with pretensions?" He asked his companion as he turned Devil back towards the gate. Draco just chittered gleefully.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Returning home, Lord Snape spent the better part of two hours preparing for the day's events. He quickly penned an elegant note to the Dursley's requesting their permission to call at noon. Sending for his tiger, Ron, he sent the lad out with instructions to procure a posy of flowers, and to deliver his note to the Dursley premises in Conduit Street. The lad was instructed to return immediately with their reply, though Lord Snape continued in his toilet on the assumption he would be most welcome; after all he would need a good hour at least just to get his cravat right.
* * * * *
His tiger, a young lad of indeterminate parentage, was not at all pleased with this task. After all, in the manner of the Ton, he was generally ignored, and as such was in the enviable position to observe members of the Ton in all their pettish glory. The idea that his master was even contemplating an alignment with the empty-headed fashion plate of the Season was enough to turn any sensible young lad's stomach. Still he had a task to do, and finish it he would. Stopping at the first flower seller he passed, Ron grabbed the nastiest, sorriest looking bunch of wilted carnations she had, and as they were truly awful he gladly paid her five times their worth.
As expected, the Dursley's were only too happy to have Lord Snape call on them. The butler didn't even turn a hair at the pitiful posy. 'Them's must be desperate,' Ron thought as he returned to the Mount Street Property. 'Wonder what is Lordship'll say when he sees them. Probably smile,' the tiger reckoned. He was later to be proved correct in his estimation of Lord Snape's reaction.
* * * * *
Lord Snape elected to take his curricle, a neat little vehicle, drawn by a beautiful pair of matched Black Arabians, the horse, silver maned and green eyed were cle ole of maintaining over thirty miles per hour at the trot. When sprung they had been known to hit 45 miles per hour. The pair, along with Devil Heart were worth every pound spent on their care, which was considerable. He timed his arrival to a nicety. Pulling up the curricle, Lord Snape was most disconcerted to hear the sounds of what amounted to a family argument.
"My vinaigrette, he will be here soon and you have let her down the stairs." Mrs Dursley's voice was so loud that it was not to be wondered at it being heard all the way to Leicester square.
"I did not Mama." Miss Dursley was heard to answer in a voice as loud as her mother's. "I gave strict instructions that she was not to come down the stair until one hour past noon. My abigail past it on to her."
"Then she is the most unfeeling beast, a viper I have nurtured in my very breast," lamented the elder woman. "Jenkin's, remove this creature forthwith," she was heard to command.
Remembering Miss Dursley's lament of the previous evening on the disaster that had befallen the Dursley household, Lord Snape reasoned that the unseen person of whom they were speaking was Miss Granger. That she was being spoken of in such tones, when it was obvious she was still in the room, was at the height of bad manners. The cut so direct would not have bor borne by himself, he wondered at the restraint that Miss Granger was exhibiting, or was it that Miss Dursley had been correct in the estimation of the girl that they were to chaperone through the season.
Curious to the answer to this conundrum Lord Snape briskly rapped the knocker. The butler, who had strict instruction to adLordLord Snape, opened the door moments after the knocker had first been struck.
The butler, a man well suited to a household with ambitions above their station looked Lord Snape ovith ith an eye towards cataloguing the man's probable worth. 'Yes, he'll do for our Miss Dursley,' he thought to himself, as he ushered the Lord in. "Welcome, My Lord," he said unctuously, "the ladies await you in the sitting room." Taking Lord Snape's many-layered cape, his hat and ivory-tipped ebony cane, he directed Lord Snape to the first room down the hall.
Lord Snape, curious about the unseen female in the household, strode purposely towards the sitting room. Stepping over the threshold to that room he was struck by a forceful, quick-moving object travelling in the other direction.
Miss Granger, having tired of being discussed as though she was not present, took it upon herself to leave the vicinity of the quarrelling Dursleys. She picked up the copy of Ars Chemica she had been reading and strode purposefully from the room. Miss Granger hit a wall of masculine flesh; so surprised was she that she instantly dropped the volume she was carrying.
Lord Snape ben ret retrieve the item that had just landed on his gleaming Hessians. The item was of a considerable weight, and he was momentarily worried about the state of his boot, that is until he noticed what the item was: the latest copy of Ars Chemica. The most immediate problem that Lord Snape encountered in attempting to retrieve the book was that the book's owner was similarly engaged, and as she was smaller, of slighter build and extremely fit, it was her hand that reached the volume first, and thus it was her head that began its upward journey, whilst Lord Snape's still descended. So, without the due formalities, Lord Snape's Nose was introduced to Miss Granger's Head in a manner most painful to Lord Snape.
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TBC Jeanette