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[Blair Snape]

Curled up in the back corner of the library, a darkly clad figure buried his face behind an oversized Potions book. The tattered cover of the book matched with the dingy attire of the boy in the dimly lit corner and the fact that he was all alone almost gave off the appearance of someone who might be up to something sinister. That couldn't have been any further from the truth. On this particular afternoon, Blair Snape was doing revising for his potions exam. Sure, the test wasn't for a few weeks but there was no way that he'd dream of getting anything less than a nearly perfect score on it.

Pale, slender fingers brushed against the edge of the pages as dark, stormy orbs scanned the words all scrawled out in dulling ink. The only sound that reached Blair's observant ears was that of a quill scratching against parchment as someone, in an unknown space of the library, jotted down revision notes. Scratch. Scratch. Tap. The crumpling sound of parchment was soon accompanied by a book snapping shut. Still, though, Blair remained motionless aside from the constant back and forth of his eyes as the moved further and further down the page.

A puff of dust rose up and the sound of feet clunking against the floor of the library finally tore Blair from his revision. Glancing over the top edge of the book in irritation, he made an inaudible huffing sound and glared at the still hidden noise-maker. It was easy to concentrate through the mealtime chatter of the Great Hall but the little repetitive noises in what was supposed to be a silent library really got on his nerves. Grumbling quietly to himself, Blair lifted the book up higher again and went back to scanning page four hundred and ninety-seven.

[Remus-James Black]

As a well known trouble maker at Hogwarts, no one would expect Remus to spend his entire lunch in the library. Still, here he was scratching away with his quill while he worked on his potions essay. Most people would argue that the essay was due in a bit more than two days, but as it seemed, Remus liked spending his time doing things other than homework on his free time. In other words; he had a date tomorrow night. So here were his choices: do it right away or not at all.

Not doing it at all would result in failure... Not only would him mother go absolutely mad if he failed something, but he didn't want to fail anything either. It wasn't a hard choice to make, his mother was not only divinations professor but utterly scary when she was angry. He was a popular boy, but did his fear of his mommy go away? Of course not! His Uncle Harry had once told him that Mrs. Weasley was quite scary herself when she was angry, and Remus believed it whole heartedly, the kind hearted women sure had some temper.

Before he knew it, he was finished. Not even taking the time to review it, he slammed the book closed, pulling his feet off the table where he had had them all along. It looked as if he was the only one in the library, so he didn't even bother being quiet, but it wasn't like he would've been if there were people.

He stomped past a boy, stopping when he realized there was someone there. Remus peeked over, shaking his shaggy hair out of his face. The Snape boy. He was older than him and with their family reputation [Sirius Black and Severus Snape never getting along] he had taking up only being civil to him because his Gryffindor status. He didn't know why the boy had been sorted into Gryffindor, really, all he knew is when he got here, he had already been a Gryffindor.
"Snape." Remus nodded his head, as to not be rude. He wasn't looking for trouble... was he?

[Blair Snape]

Nothing could make Blair more happy than when the sounds stopped. There was finally a peaceful silence and the library air seemed still enough. The musk of old books and the solitude of Snape's little corner were just what he needed to relax and enjoy his afternoon. Had he not been so involved with the words in his book, Blair might have hoped that the noisy being from before had finally left the library alone. Not that it really mattered much to him anyway. Just as long as he was left alone to finish his revision...and maybe a little extra reading on the side, he couldn't care any less what anyone else did.

Flipping the page listlessly, he covered a careless yawn with his left hand and then replaced his fingers over the edge of the tattered volume that held insurmountable information on potion after potion. It wasn't as though Blair actually needed to revise as he was a natural born potion-maker but it was his favourite subject so he insisted upon being meticulous and perfect with both the practical and written bits of the subject. If he was anything less, his father would have his arse. Of course, Father wasn't half as brutal as the woman whom he was supposed to call Mother. Nonetheless, he wanted to make them both proud and the only way to do it was prove just how perfect he honestly was.

As Blair's eyes slid further down the page, he heard a louder stomping sound coming toward him. Still, he refused to look away from his book. It mattered not whom the loud, heavy steps belonged to. The only thing he wanted was them to disappear and leave him to his cold silence once more. The sound stopped. But, in the silence, the Snape boy's alert ears picked up the distinct sound of someone breathing just above him. What in Merlin's name are you bloody waiting for?! his mind snapped. Then a voice addressed him. It wasn't one that he was particularly familiar with. Not one to let his thoughts slip out, Blair glanced up from his book to see Remus-James Black.

How did he know who the boy was? Who didn't know Remus-James Black or James Sirius Potter? Both boys had a reputation in the school AND one in the Snape household...well, not so much the boys personally but their surnames were mentioned on numerous occasions. Never in front of Mother...but more times that Blair cared to recount. It wasn't worth his time to listen to his father dwell upon the past and what should have been. In a half bored manner, her gave the other a short nod to acknowledge his presence and coolly addressed, "Black."

[Remus-James Black]

Should he continue the conversation? Or should he just go on with his day and leave the particularly strange boy alone? There wasn't much the two could talk about really... with the Black/Snape rivalry it was hard to look past their father's hate for each other. He didn't even think either of them knew the real story of why their father's hated each other so badly...

Remus's thoughts then framed from Ah, what the hell... to I have got to be nuts for doing this. As he thought it, he moved forward to the table the other boy was sitting at. He swiftly pulled out a chair, pulling his feet back onto the table where they had once been before he had relocated.

"Reading again, Blair?" he said his first name as a peace treaty. A peace treaty that would last just long enough for the boy to prove he wasn't really a Snape... or didn't act like on anyway. "Any pictures of girls in your books?" Remus' smile formed into a wicked smirk, and he knew if this boy was anything like people said he was, he'd glare furiously, the least he was expecting was a scowl.

[Blair Snape]

Expecting to be left to the sanctuary of his book and his thoughts, Blair was taken off guard when the sound of chair legs against the floor hit his observant ears. Was this boy actually taking a seat at the same table as Blair? Though the feud was between their fathers, it seemed a little unusual for this other boy to actually take strides to make friendly. The notion had never occurred to the Snape boy but only because he had grown used to being ostracized for his surname and the house which he'd been sorted into. He was an outcast at best so trying to make friendly with people wasn't usually a top priority.

Lowering his book and observing Remus-James Black for a second or two, he tried to figure out what this other was up to. First name basis? There surely had to be something plotted against Blair for the other Gryffindor boy to be addressing him on a first name basis. Was Blair paranoid? No, but he was very careful. Giving a short nod in answer to the question at hand, the Snape boy continued to contemplate what Black was up to. There had to be something wicked planned against him. Then, the next question was posed. Frowning, Blair simply answered, "No." He'd wanted to make a cutting insult just for what Black had insinuated but Blair, unlike either of his parents, had more self-control.

"There aren't any pictures in this book," Blair expanded, trying his best to be civil at the very least. If Black had something plotted, Snape was not going to actually give him a reason to follow through with it. Hence, he would be completely unprovoked. Dark eyes hesitantly glancing back down at the faded page of the potions related book in his hands. Could this position be any more awkward?