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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 70
Love Games and Other Dark Rites
When Welkin was finally utterly convinced that Amycus Carrow was spying on her every chance that he got, she immediately told Severus. His placid acceptance, however, was not what she had expected from her normally overprotective husband. Considering that she had grown accustomed to his bouts of paranoia over much less important things, it was a puzzling lack of reaction from him.
The Carrows spy upon everyone, Welkin. You must simply be more on your guard," Snape advised.
"Is that it? Is that all I get from you? Be on guard? Aren't you going to do anything about it? You're the headmaster. You’re my husband. Just tell them to leave me alone or you'll kick their asses, why don't you?"
"It is not that simple, as you well know. Do you wish me to arouse Voldemort's suspicions by giving such an order?" He sighed dramatically at her deliberately obtuse lack of understanding of what that might mean for them.
His calmness puzzled her. Now, his ridiculous and condescending question pushed her to the edge of her own patience with him. How stupid did he think she was? Of course, she understood. She just expected him to be smart enough to work around it.
"That's not fair! You know I don't want any such thing. I just can't stand not being able to go anywhere around here without a fucking Death Eater surveillance team tagging along. I only said good morning to Neville Longbottom the other day, and they did everything but drag him out by his heels so that I couldn't talk to him. The only way I can get away from them is by staying shut up in our quarters or in your office. I might as well be tucked under your robes like a helpless little chick under Papa Bat's wings. I thought it would be different when we weren’t hiding anymore, but I still feel like a fucking prisoner!" Welkin complained.
She slammed shut the journal she had been writing in in a fit of outrage at having her precious freedom restricted like this.
"Calm yourself, Welkin," Snape instructed her. "And it is not a 'chick'. The progeny of an adult bat is called a pup," he lectured.
"I am fucking calm!" she shouted, annoyed now at his automatic correction of her mistake as well as his unnatural calm. "Chick... pup... what the fucking hell's difference does it make? It's a little bat... a damned fucking... little... bat! You knew what I meant!"
"Obviously, you are exceedingly calm," he agreed sarcastically. "You are being so sweet and even-tempered that I daresay the entire staff of Hogwarts can hear how composed you are in whatever far-flung location they may be in the castle."
"Aren't you just so clever? To think of such an original comeback as that," she said in a quieter decibel level voice. The pressures of their return to a much less hospitable Hogwarts where no one was any longer their friend and coping with being parted from Sully were definitely beginning to get to her a little. Suck it up, Welkin. Just suck it up, she advised herself.
She folded her arms and sat silently fuming as she watched him get up to approach her at the heavy walnut table where her red leather-bound journal lay unprotected.
"You misunderstand me. I do not mean to criticize you, my pet. I am completely in sympathy with your situation, and I shall attempt to divert the Carrows from you as much as I am able," he promised as he worked himself within range of the prize he had long sought.
Well, that much sounds good, whether he can deliver on it or not, Welkin thought. At least he realized how difficult this was for her too, even though he was saddled with the worst of it most of the time. He was under a tremendous amount of pressure. I should be ashamed for even bothering him with such a petty problem, Welkin berated herself. I shouldn't add to his worries.
Welkin squinted her eyes as she watched his stealthy but obvious encroachment on her. He was standing by the table now, and he brought his pale, bony hand down and placed it on her personal journal lightly in a casual gesture, as if both of them were blithely unaware of what he was doing.
Welkin launched herself at it over the desk like an aerial acrobatic squirrel and captured the corner of her journal between thumb and forefinger, jerking it gingerly from his grasp. Snape stared at his empty, open hand as if the book had suddenly come alive and Apparated away from him on its own.
"That's mine, thankyouverymuch. Keep your sneaky Slytherin hands... and eyes... off of it." She clasped it against her bosom defensively.
"I do not know what you are implying. I had no designs on your journal. You have forbidden me to read it, and I have always abided by your irrational wishes where it is concerned, have I not?" Snape said. He clasped his hands behind his back and did his usual awful job of feigning his innocence.
Welkin shook her head at him in disbelief.
"Sometimes I wonder how you always manage to fool Voldemort so completely when I can see right through your bullshit so easily," Welkin stated bluntly. "Anyway, there's nothing in here that you don't already know about," she insisted. It was her often repeated argument that always failed to convince him, but it was still worth a try. Maybe today, it would finally sink in.
"If that is the case, then why do you insist on keeping it from me?" Snape asked, countering with his own favorite argument.
His continual complaints to her about her 'secret writings' had produced his desired result on at least one other occasion. Welkin now allowed him to read her other journal, which was filled with magical theories, spells and herbal recipes. He saw no reason why his tactic of continued mild, but relentless, emotional harassment would not eventually work in this instance as well. It was a simple matter of continuing with his persistent drips of vocal water to wear down the stone of her usual stubborn resistance to him. Eventually, she would succumb to his quite reasonable desire as she usually did.
"You have allowed me access to your other journal. What thoughts do you have in this one that you do not wish to share with me? I allow you everything. There is nothing about myself that I withhold from you, including my writings." He stared at her resentfully, and she felt the stirrings of her defeat, because what he said was true. He shared himself completely with her, and he had ever since their night of wanton, joyful sexual coupling and emotional catharsis at the Weasley hide-a-way cottage. How she missed that cottage now! And their time at their secret island spot. Damn Voldemort!
"Nothing... I don't have any thoughts in it you wouldn't already know about... it's just... nothing! Stop hounding me about it! Anyway... your writings aren't very personal. They're almost all about dry, academic stuff. It's not the same thing at all. You hardly ever write anything really juicy."
She felt her grasp on the journal loosen involuntarily as his stare expertly and manipulatively morphed into a look of guilt-inducing hurt and sadness.
Drip... drip... drip... on the stone of her resolve.
Could surrendering her private written thoughts be anywhere near as bad as having to face that hangdog pitiful look of his? It was not as if he wasn't privy to her thoughts anyway whenever they were in each other's minds. Still, it was galling that Severus almost always won their disagreements.
She flung the slender book at him forcefully in less than magnanimous defeat, and it bounced off of his chest onto the floor.
Take it, then! Read it! Cram it up your wizard ass, for all I care! I'm sick of your goddamn obsession with it! I hope your petty little imaginary victory makes you happy!"
Judging by the changed look on his face, it did make him happy. If there was such a thing as a cheerful, happy smirk, Severus wore one as he bent to retrieve the journal from the floor and retreated with it behind his own desk in triumph. Apparently, Severus was not nearly as easily affected by the guilt that Welkin tried to shame him with as she was by the guilt he slathered onto her so liberally.
Pretending indifference now that he had won, Welkin got up and strolled to the other side of the room to one of the bookshelves. Frosty indifference was one of Snape's favorite tactics to use on her to gain the upper hand with her. Let him see how he likes it when the tables are turned.
She selected the first thick book she saw on the shelves without looking to see what it was and sat down with it as Snape smugly opened her journal and began to read.
"Asshole," she muttered under her breath.
She is not nearly as good at pretending indifference to me as she is at feigning it with everyone else, Snape thought with satisfaction. In his mind, that was completely as it should be. He was her husband, after all. It was only natural that he should be uppermost in her mind.
To Snape's delight, Welkin was still muttering mild imprecations at him thirty minutes later as he carefully marked his page in the journal and placed it carefully on the desk in front of him. He scooted back a few feet in his chair, leaned back and formed a steeple with his spidery fingers in a prayer-like contemplative pose.
"This journal is essentially about me, Welkin," he announced with pompous approval.
"What a shock! Isn't that what I've been telling you for over a year? Some of it... not all of it," she conceded reluctantly. "Don’t be so damned egotistical. I do write and think about other people, you know."
"Apparently, not that often," he answered, giving her another smug, self-satisfied look.
She slammed shut the heavy book she was pretending to read and the loud pop of it closing was like an opening shot from a Weasley fireworks display. The eyes of several figures in the headmasters’ portraits grouped in a semi-circle behind his desk popped open curiously.
"There are no other subjects in the innumerable sexually incendiary and frankly salacious passages which you have included. Those are all about me, and they comprise a generous portion of the journal," he noted. “You also spend a considerable time praising my lovemaking skills. As well you should, I might add. I am always completely and expertly attentive to your pleasuring. You are a most fortunate woman in that respect.”
He spread his thighs wide in the chair in the typical masculine display.
"Come here and sit on my lap, Wells," he invited suddenly.
Welkin only snorted at him and reached up to fluff at her hair casually.
"Why? So you can reward yourself for being so in love with your own prick? I can see from all the way over here what it is that you want me to come over there and sit on, and while it might be in your lap, it's definitely not your lap. Sit on it yourself."
“If I were more flexible, that might be an option,” Snape said.
“If you could do that, I’d have another chapter for my journal,” Welkin snorted again.
A chuckle erupted from the occupant of one of the headmaster portraits, and Welkin transferred her attention to him.
"Why can't you be a gentleman for once and just pretend to be asleep like the rest of these busybody paintings?" she asked the sarcastic former headmaster. "No wonder you weren't popular when you were in charge."
Rumours of my unpopularity have been grossly exaggerated by my petulant, malcontent of a great-great-grandson, no doubt."
Severus barked a short laugh and looked even more pleased at the unexpected pleasure of being able to hear a derogatory assessment of Sirius Black made by his own more illustrious ancestor. Not that it took a lot to be more illustrious than Sirius Black, Snape conceded to himself. The only noteworthy thing that egotistical arse of a windbag has ever done was somehow managing to survive and escape from Azkaban.
Welkin knew that Severus detested Sirius almost as much as he did James Potter, and he was not inclined to think any better of him following his much-heralded death. As he apparently always had, in impulsive Gryffindor fashion, Sirius Black had rushed into the fray like an over-zealous idiot and had gotten himself killed in the battle at the Department of Mysteries. As far as Snape was concerned, his contribution to saving Harry Potter had been negligible compared to the other members of the Order. Because no one else had seen fit to share that sour sentiment, he had lectured Welkin at length about it at the time.
Welkin agreed with him mostly, although she did feel sorry for Harry that he had lost yet another person he loved. But, it was only one grand gesture that Sirius made. How could that possibly compare with Severus's many years dedicated to preserving Harry Potter's life? Welkin thought now. Nothing Severus had ever done had been grandstanding like that either. Everything he had done, and was still doing, he did with no expectation of reward or recognition.
Welkin felt a lump forming in her throat at the injustice of it, but she blinked rapidly and swallowed it down. She brought her attention back to the still droning portrait. He was a little boring, but at least he seemed to appreciate her Severus, unlike too many others.
“Why would I be silent when things are so much more interesting now that a worthy Slytherin headmaster sits in that chair again?” the resident of the portrait continued rhetorically. “Dumbledore's increasingly eccentric activities and ridiculous egalitarian ideas of living in harmony with Muggles were never this entertaining. Neither were they anywhere near as... stimulating... as the current conversation."
Phineas Nigellus Black somehow managed to look both haughty and regal even as he leered down at Welkin from the confines of his frame.
"Unlike Dumbledore, my dear, I was never obsessed with achieving popularity amongst the majority of the student population. The majority of them were mere inept striplings, and not worth my valuable time. Also, unlike him, catering to half-breed giants, Squibs and untalented Mudbloods was not something I ever cared to indulge in."
"I have instructed you to never use that term in my presence," Snape snapped at him suddenly. The amused look vanished from Snape's face once Black spoke the hated term Mudblood. It was only one word, but it was a word that had once lost him everything he had wanted at the time. It had lost him Lily. It was time to cut this pointless conversation short.
Snape raised a hand with his fingers spread wide and made an expansive waving motion as if fanning out a deck of cards.
"Obscurum Contigo Acerbus!" he said.
A black covering abruptly appeared over the surface of every portrait in the office, as if someone had painted the surface of a mirror with black paint.
"That was a nice one," Welkin said admiringly. "I don't think I've ever heard that spell. What is it?"
"It basically translates as 'obscure with darkness'. It is one of my own inventions," Snape told her. "I have found it useful when I needed to visit places with impunity and leave no witnesses, living or otherwise, to charge that I was ever there."
"Sweet!" she complimented him. The change in her tone of voice signaled Snape that she had forgotten she was mad at him. "You do realize that you're my only teacher now, don't you? I doubt anybody else here will want to tutor my sorry outcast ass now. Except maybe Professor Creepystein, Amycus Carrow, and I shudder to think of the things he'd want me to learn."
"They will accept you as a student if I insist upon it. But I do not think that it is wise to force then to do so. It would not be a pleasant experience for you, my pet. I shall continue to teach you myself."
"It's not a big loss. So what if they think they're too good to teach me now. Them and their fluffy little baby spells... they can just go take a flying leap into Black Lake with the Giant Squid, for all I care! I can learn a lot more really useful stuff from you anyways," Welkin said as she waved a hand in the air dismissively at all of her absent former friends and teachers.
"Come to think of it, I should make a list of really badass things that I want you to teach me this term," she considered eagerly. She reached for her brightly colored green and silver quill lying on the desk, but the quill floated away from her through the air and placed itself into its holder neatly.
"What did you do that for?" Welkin asked, even though she was pretty sure that she already knew.
"While I am pleased that you have finally come to appreciate the many valuable skills I have to impart to you as your teacher, later will be soon enough for that," Snape said. "For the present, I believe that you should come here and sit in my lap, Wells," he repeated his earlier request a little more politely. “I am certain that we will both find it to be quite... instructive.”
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