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[JAMES CHARLUS POTTER]

[/color] James called out over the loud bustle, looking over the heads of his children at Lily. He knew he was supposed to be enlightened of the plan of action (he probably should have studied it last night, slept with it under his pillow or something) but he could be a bit forgetful at times. Or maybe he just didn’t care enough. One of the two.


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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

In all honesty, Harry really didn’t want to go to Diagon Alley. He would have much preferred to stay home in bed. It was a waste of time, really. He just needed a few new books; and maybe a new robe or two. For the robes, all they had to do was get them a few inches bigger. And as for the books… that’s what the book list was for. So he should have been free to sleep in for as long as he wanted! His bed was nice and cozy, and he’d just been about to catch the snitch in his dream to win the Quidditch World Cup. And just as he had been mere millimeters from the fluttering gold ball… he awoke to the sound of his mother walking into his room, telling him that he needed to get up so they could make the annual trip to Diagon Alley. Of course, Harry had simply agreed with her, telling her he was up just so she could leave the room. He’d promptly fell back asleep as soon as she had turned to leave. This had then led to his father coming in to wake up. It had been a lot harder to get his Dad out (he had to actually sit up in his bed and put his glasses on to prove he was awake), but had fallen back onto his pillows again when his father walked out: glasses still on. In the end, it had been his Mum raising her voice at him to get out of bed or else that got the disgruntled teen moving: grudgingly, but still moving.

So Harry stood with his parents and little sister in the middle of the alley, a mutinous scowl on his features. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his muggle jeans as his emerald green eyes scanned the shops. His hair was even wilder today than it usually was; He had ‘failed’ to try and brush it flat today. Not that it mattered much; a light breeze was blowing through the narrow alley, waving through his black locks. He let out a sigh as he side stepped slightly away from his family to avoid being run over by a bunch of younger children. However he quickly stepped back towards his parents, so as to not be accused of attempting to run off so soon. He was bound to get separated from his family at some point during the day… that was always the case. Of course, after the last trip to Diagon Alley, he was surprised that his Father had conjured robes to tie him to his side.

He looked back around the small alley, his gaze a bit more hopeful this time. Maybe he could run into Isaac or Luke while here. And then with them, convince his parents to let them go off and do whatever they wanted (he also wanted to tell them about his little trip down Knockturn Alley). But perhaps his Dad would be a bit lenient today and let him go to find his friends instead of them finding him. “Can I go look for Luke and Isaac?” he asked. Even before he got to the second word of his sentence, he automatically knew the answer. It was clearly written all over his father’s features. This, in turn, prompted Harry to once again feel the need to wear his mutinous scowl. Honestly, he could handle himself…

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[ETHAN SEVERIN SNAPE]

Than seriously did not want to go anywhere at the moment. He hated being in Diagon Alley. It was overly crowded, the people in the streets were generally rude or helpful to the point it was disgusting, and the shops were pressed too tightly together. It was like a recipe for disaster. It was like putting someone in the middle of an angry hippogriff fight or drunken brawl and expecting that no one would get hurt. It was perfectly stupid. The boy was sleeping, albeit on his head, but he hadn't cared. Evidently, it had been comfortable last night. Now his neck hurt some, but it wasn't anything too major. He could massage away the pain if need be. He massaged his temples, grumbling under his breath. He had been having a wonderful dream about a dragon that was systematically ridding the world of the Potter's. Why did his father have to wake him up before Harry was eaten? Why?

Groaning, he finally sat up, knowing he shouldn't keep his father waiting. Severus wasn't at all patient, even if most people couldn't discern this from his emotionless facade, Ethan could. He was, after all, the man's son. He should know something about him, shouldn't he? Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his thick black locks. Looking in the mirror, he scowled. His bangs had gotten even more curly and unruly than usual which mean that he would probably need both his wand and his brush to sort out the mess of tangles. He hated how most of his hair was pin straight, but his bangs wanted to be uncooperative more times than not by being the only part of his hair that curled. It was irritating, to say the very least.

Since they were going to Diagon Alley, Ethan thought he should probably do something about his eyes so people didn't stare as they normally did. He didn't like people peering up at him as if he were some kind of alien because his eyes were two different colors. Pulling his wand from his nightstand table, he murmured a spell under his breath. When he looked in the mirror a second time, both of his eyes had taken on the midnight black color. He hadn't used this spell while at Hogwarts. Now, however, he was starting to think that it might be a good idea. He was sick of being made fun of his eyes of all things. It wasn't as if it were something that was, at all, in his control.

Ferociously, he combed through his hair, afraid that he might rip all of it out, as irritable as he was. He kept telling himself to calm down, that there was no reason to be so furious, and everything would be okay. He knew why he was being so obnoxious, even if in his own mind. He didn't like being woken up. At all. It usually didn't happen, but on the rare occasion that it did, Ethan was always a bear. The Slytherin told himself to stop freaking out. There was absolutely nothing to be flipping out about, anyway. With that reassuring thought, the scowl was replaced by an impassive look, as he sorted through his things to find something suitable to wear. He wasn't at Hogwarts, so he didn't have to wear his school uniform. Thank Merlin. It was a bit confining and took away the individuality of the students. He knew that was part of the reason that uniforms were implemented, but that didn't mean that he had to like it or his uniform, for that matter.

He pulled out a uniform from the closet that was much akin to every other outfit he wore. Black. Lots of black. It fit his sour and seemingly unchanging bad mood. There were few things in life that truly made him happy, and he disliked a lot of things. For one girls that nattered on incessantly about nothing, two he didn't like the Potters, three he didn't like pansies or feeble minded people who were weaker than the pansies, four he didn't like people who couldn't think for themselves, he didn't like most of the people outside of Slytherin, he wasn't a fan of Diagon Alley, and the list could go on and on. Probably the list of things that he liked was much shorter than the things he did like. Like Edgar Allan Poe - he was a harsh critic and rarely impressed by anything people did. He saw too many morons to be truly amazed by anything less than perfect.

Finally, when he was finished, he descended the stairs and appeared in the living room. He was ready to go now, and he could only hope that his father wasn't in a foul mood and that he wasn't going to drag Ethan around the alleyway for eons. Ethan really rather hated Diagon Alley because it was so crowded. Running into people he didn't like was always a possibility, and he didn't like people constantly rubbing elbows with him. Especially the people he didn't like or know, and also especially if they were sweating. It was disgusting.

Though, he already knew the answer, the Slytherin asked anyway. "Is going there absolutely necessary?" he demanded.

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[SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE]

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Diagon Alley wasn’t particularly high on the list of places that Severus cared to visit. Far from it in fact, yet he found himself drawn back into its appalling mass of loud, sweaty bodies time and again, running errands that couldn’t be taken care of quite as easily elsewhere. He was, after all, a man quite pressed for time and the nearer the school year drew, the more he was forced to realize that, in fact, there were some things that he simply couldn’t afford to delay until the last possible moment, regardless of how much he might have wished to do so.

Ethan was in need of supplies for the upcoming school year, now only a few precious days away and looming a tad too close to comfort. That the need to shop for necessary supplies had arisen at all brought to mind the same bleak images of the future that it seemed to every year, all of them chalk full of exploding cauldrons and the babbling bunch of idiots that passed for students these days. Thankfully, Ethan hadn’t appeared to have taken up any of the mind numbing hobbies and pointless affectations of his peers. Not that Severus would have stood for it if he had. Inviting stupidity into his own home was not something that he ever planned on doing, and it oftentimes seemed a small miracle that the boy seemed to have picked up on the wordless insinuations that so often escaped his classmates. Severus might have even said that he was pleased with both Ethan’s progress and his general manner. He was a remarkably bright child - not that it was likely to earn Ethan any particular praise from his dour father. Praise, Severus had long since decided, was to be earned by surpassing expectations, not merely by meeting them.

As such, Ethan would be entrusted with enough money to purchase the supplies that he would need for the year’s classes with a bit of extra for whatever might catch his eye (which Severus would later deny having given him if asked). He’d likely say something along the lines of ‘if you have any extra, it merely means that you’ve made intelligent purchases and the rest is yours to save or spend as you please.’ There were, after all, no handouts. The world only gave you what you earned, and so it was with Severus…or rather so he pretended it was. In the end, though, Ethan always seemed to have a bit of extra money left over.

Severus pulled the drawstring tight on a small leather pouch, now filled with a liberal amount of coin (which he would, of course, tell Ethan had enough in it for school supplies, and little else). Now there was the problem of getting the boy to accompany him, not that he imagined that Ethan would prove to be difficult to rouse for the trip, but simply because he was always loath to subject the Ethan to anything that he, himself, wished to avoid. However, in this particular case, it couldn’t be avoided. Such is life he thought to himself as he climbed the stairs to wake his son for the day’s tip to what Severus referred to, in his own mind, as the fourth circle of hell.

It didn’t take much to get Ethan up and moving, another small blessing Severus supposed. Better to have a son that was sensible than one who was willful (Harry for example). Though, in the case of the Potter’s, any sass could likely be attributed to bad parenting -on James’s end, not Lily’s. With Ethan, all it took was a simple answer to an equally simple question to resign him to his fate. "Is going there absolutely necessary?" Severus met his son’s gaze as he addressed him. “Unfortunately, yes.” And the unspoken but likely still understood ‘and hopefully it will be a quick trip.’ Severus had absolutely no intention of staying any longer than it took Ethan to gather supplies and himself to run a few small errands, many of which included the gathering of ingredients that he’d ordered at a small specialty shop in the alley about a week or so earlier.

The trip to Diagon Alley went smoothly enough, though the experience itself was likely to be a different matter altogether. Arriving around high noon, the Snape’s were met with overcrowded street after overcrowded street as they stepped through the wall that led into the Alley proper. Already, Severus could tell that it wasn’t going to take more than 5 minutes before he was fervently wishing that he were elsewhere, preferably in the company of a glass of particularly strong firewhiskey.
His gaze roved over the crowd with clear disapproval. He turned to Ethan, gaze softening just a fraction, almost imperceptibly. ”I trust you’ll not dally when picking up your supplies.” It wasn’t a question.

The small bag of coins was handed from father to son. ”I have some supplies of my own to retrieve. I’ll return here in half an hour.” That Ethan was expected to be waiting for him or to appear soon after (at the very latest) was implied.

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[APRIL LILY POTTER]

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No matter how many times April pinched herself that morning, she wasn’t fully aware of her surroundings until she had stepped outside the house. Waking up that morning had been harder to do than it had been previous years, her energy wasn’t there, and she just wanted to sleep through the day. Like brother, like sister. She could remembering being woken up by her mother the first few times, by a quick shake or command, but what really woke her up was her mother’s yelling at Harry to get downstairs. Jolting awake, April wiped the sleep from her eyes and took a shower to clear her mind. The water worked for a few minutes, and then she became a sleepier shell again, one where she purist her lips in annoyance at the whole thing. Couldn’t they do it later in the day, where there wouldn’t be soo many people around? Her complaining had fallen short when she realised that Lily and James weren’t going to have any of it. April glanced at her list of supplies once again, letting herself memorize the contents before handing them over. Books were the main thing for her today, since her world couldn’t possible work unless she had her school books. She knew it was ridiculous, but she loved learning. Maybe that’s what the sorting hat saw when she placed it upon her head.

Standing with her family around her, April adjusted her bag once again on her shoulder and pushed back her hair behind her ears. She glanced at the store beside her, which held an array of mirrors and looking glasses. Staring into the biggest once, April smiled a little, pulling her hair back into place, the ringlets finally sitting straight. Light red makeup stared back at her, her lips wearing one of the darkest shades she held, while her cheeks splashed with a light red close to pink. Green eyes shone against the black mascara and eyeliner, highlighting her youthfulness. Roses slightly sparkled as she tilted her head slightly, her earrings and necklace matching her outfit like it was made for one another. The black shirtless top was covered with a grey long cardigan which held her in place like another layer of skin. A red and black tartan skirt, level at fourteen cms above the knee with matching tartan peep toe heels, and handbag filled with her utensils for the day. Glancing down at her hands, April nodded slightly in approval as she assessed her nails, which had taken a nice shade of red against the rose ring on her left hand.

April turned her attention away from the mirror when she was finished assessing her appearance again, a kind smile placed on her lips. If one wasn’t happy about attending a certain event, then one must find something happy to keep them smiling. She knew that today wasn’t going to be any different that’s for sure. Diagon Alley had just seemed to have exploded with thousands of people as her attention went elsewhere. Her mind closed itself for a few moments, so she could assess the place without using her general knowledge to answer it. She had worked out it would only take roughly two hours to finish the trip, if they didn’t get sidetracked or lost. She nibbed her lip slightly, someone was always going to get lost. April came back into reality again by her father and brother’s voices, both asking questions. She glanced up at her mother, slightly curious where they would start off first, and if they would be split up like they had tried the year before.

At Harry’s question April couldn’t help the weak smile knowing the answer as much as her brother was bound to know. He had asked way too early into the trip, maybe if he timed it like she always did, he would get his request. She tugged on his sleeve slightly, trying to get his attention before lowering her voice so only he could hear. Her eyes weren’t staring at him, more at the couple in front, pretending to be commenting on them. "Don’t ask straight away, they will aways say no. Try and get on their good side by offering to help" her voice sounded slightly frail because it was so low. April let her hand fall back to her side again, and she straightened her back, her mind searching for the energy she had in storage. A few moments later a wave of childish energy shot through her, and she dashed between her parents, grabbing one hand on each of theirs she glanced up, a wicked grin on her innocent face. "Sooo, In the average lifetime, a person will walk the equivalent of 5 times around the equator. Makes this trip seem, all of a sudden, very small doesn’t it?" her voice held that childish happy she had when she was little, which would raise a few eyebrows. April winked at her brother, giving him a warning that more was going to come. She couldn’t help those random facts, they were just as much a part of her, as her red hair was. And who who in their right mind would disagree that their red hair was the most wicked in the whole entire would? Hmm, okay fine, point taken.

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[LILY JANE POTTER]

Why was it Lily thought as she ran a brush through her hair, that whenever she organised any kind of family outing it was received with groans and complaints. She went to great efforts to get days planned but her children always seemed to prefer sleeping in in the mornings to getting up at a reasonable time and going out somewhere. Of course she couldn’t say she was surprised they didn’t want to attend the annual shopping trip to Diagon Alley to pick up their supplies. It was usually hectic this time of year, a constant fight to get anything on the school supply list.

Lily was fully dressed in a light green summer dress, flat shoes, practical for marching around shops all day, and to top her look off she wore a pair of dark sun glasses on top of her head. Lily must have been in and out of both Harry and April’s room several times this morning and she was starting to get impatient. Walking out of the bedroom she and James shared she stormed into Harry’s room pulling his covers off his bed and loudly declaring ‘If you aren’t up and dressed in the next five minutes I’ll make you clean the bathrooms with a tooth brush, pink gloves and all’ she added with an after thought.

It wasn’t long after the threats that they were all stood in the busy street as wizarding families much like hers, rushed backwards and forth trying to get all their shopping done as quickly as possible. Lily pulled out the school lists she had made copies of; there was no way she was losing these lists, not after last year when Aprils had gone missing, that had been a nightmare. Both children would be needing new robes, books, potions ingredients and much more. A least she had the benefit of knowing exactly what they would be needing for their Defence against the Dark Arts classes as she had found out not too long ago she would be sharing the post with Jonathan Quinn.

Lily gave Harry a scathing look as he asked if he could leave to find his friends, there was no need to even ask that question, Harry wasn’t getting out of it that easily. Lily slipped her hand into James as he asked where they were to go to first, ‘Well perhaps we should grab an Ice cream cone from the parlour first, before we go and get the supplies’ she suggested, perhaps that would perk the children up and they would be slightly more enthusiastic about the shopping trip.

Her green eyes scanned the busy street; it was always nice to come to Diagon Alley, even on a day as busy as this. There was always a high chance you would run into old friends here, especially so close to the start of term. It would be difficult she thought as she looked at James, not seeing him every day, but with the impending war it was something she had to sacrifice, at least she could make sure that her children would be safe at Hogwarts.

Lily looked down as she felt her hand prised from James and April worked her way between them, all smiles and excitement as yet again she came out with another fact that had somehow stored itself in her head. Lily looked at James with an amused smile her green eyes searching his for a sign of agreement, she was sure they would all appreciate an ice cream cone, after all the day was bright and warm perfect weather for an ice cream.

Lily didn’t notice the tall dark figure not too far away from her handing money to his son, this particular motion wouldn’t have seemed that unusual to anyone else watching. But to Lily the sight would have sent shivers of worry up her body.


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[JAMES CHARLUS POTTER]

[/i] James could do little more than glare sternly down at him. He had to admit, the kid had guts to even ask, but there was no way James was letting Harry as much as a foot away from him at any point during the day and they both knew it. Just thinking about Harry’s blatant ignorance of his parents’ constant warnings to not go looking for trouble made James’ blood boil in a mix of anger and fear. He had hoped that he had raised his son to know better, but obviously that was a lesson that Harry just hadn’t picked up on yet. It was quite a burden to be constantly worrying about his son for this reason – they were all in enough danger as it was without wandering off looking for tight situations.

Ignoring his son’s request, since he was sure Harry already knew the answer, James let himself be calmed down as Lily slowly took his hand in her own. He squeezed her hand gently, a small smile returning to his face as he looked over at his wife. She responded to his previous inquiry then, saying, “Well perhaps we should grab an Ice cream cone from the parlour first, before we go and get the supplies.” At this, James grinned widely, never expecting the suggestion of ice cream to come from his wife so early in the morning. He checked the gold watch on his left wrist, which told him it was merely just past 10:30 – perfect time for ice cream, in his opinion. Then again, to James, it was always the perfect time for ice cream.

“Ice cream for breakfast! My favorite!” James exclaimed amusedly, hoping the kids would show some sort of enthusiasm rather than the sulkiness he was picking up from them (or at least from one in particular). James flashed another loving smile back at Lily as he felt their hands being pried apart before looking down at April, who had wedged herself between her parents. James raised his eyebrows at her as she started to speak, loudly declaring, "Sooo, In the average lifetime, a person will walk the equivalent of 5 times around the equator. Makes this trip seem, all of a sudden, very small doesn’t it?" James laughed, always amused by the random factoids dropped on occasion by his bright daughter. She was still very young, yet whenever she spoke, she somehow was able to speak with such an immense wisdom that James was sure he wouldn’t be able to understand a word she said in a few years time when she had gained even more knowledge. She would definitely be surpassing his own intelligence, that much was for sure, but James didn’t even mind this – his heart merely swelled with love and pride at the thought that she had come from him.

“Yes, but how many ice cream cones does the average person eat in their lifetime?” James countered with a grin on his face, leading his family into the ice cream parlour upon his wife’s direction. Hopefully this would be a good way to cheer them all up and get them more excited for the day, because at this point, it looked like it could turn out to be a pretty good one. There was little that could interrupt James’ good mood at this point.


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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

He knew he shouldn't have even attempted asking. Not after what had happened last time. But it really wasn't his fault. His parents were just quick to assume he went looking for trouble. He really didn't, trouble usually found him. Okay, sure, he could get in a spot of trouble here and there at Hogwarts. But that was nothing really. Just childish fun. It wasn't like he had woken up that morning and said 'I'm going to go and find a Death Eater to duel with. The more deadlier the better.' He had tried arguing his point to his parents (his father mostly, as he had been the one to find Harry). It was all self defense on his end. Of course, he failed to mention that dear Bellatrix had played him on a leash and he basically just followed through with it knowing full well that he was going to get into trouble. His parents didn't need to know that. But honestly, one would think that James and Lily would be proud of the way he held his ground. Not that Bella would have killed him anyways. She kept mentioning how the Dark Lord wanted him alive. Why, he wasn't sure. And he hadn't been in the mood to ask his parents about it either. Maybe today he would....

His scowl vanished as he looked at his little sister, leaning down slightly to hear her better. He kept his gaze straight, only looking at her for the briefest of moments. A small snort escaped Harry... which could have been taken anyway from passerby's. “I don't think that would work April.” he said to her, his voice low. He let out an audible sigh, making sure it was heard by his parents. If he wasn't going to be allowed to do what he wanted, he was going to make sure they knew he was miserable. He was fifteen years old. He'd be of age in two years. The least they could do would be to start treating him as if he'd be an adult in two years. Honestly, he wasn't a little baby anymore.

And then his mother voiced ice cream. He blinked, turning to peer into the nearest shop window (which just so happened to be Quality Quidditch Supplies) and noticed that it was only barely just ten thirty in the morning. Since when did his Mum offer ice cream for breakfast? An amused expression bloomed on his features. What person in their right mind would turn ice cream away so early in the morning? It was kind of hard to keep a gloomy expression on after that. But his mind was easily attracted to something besides the cold, sweet goodness that was promised for breakfast. Quidditch had a tendency to do that to him. Since he had been looking into the window, he let his eyes roam over the various displayed brooms in the window. Of course, he had the best broom in the entire world. Nothing could outstrip his Firebolt. But even still... it was nice to look at all the other gear they had as well. And now that he thought about it... His seeker gloves were a bit to tight on his hands. He'd need to gear for Quidditch.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts by his father's laughter. He looked over his shoulder and saw that he was a bit far away from his parents than they probably would have liked. He quickly made his way to his family, not wanting to start up an argument about him wandering off... which wouldn't have been true in the slightest. Hearing his father's question to April, he frowned slightly. What small fact had he missed this time? Actually... Harry had a better question. One that would probably be better voiced. “Where do you get all those random facts?” he asked her.

Out of regular habit, Harry's eyes were scanning the ground. Even though he wasn't allowed to go looking for his friends, they didn't say anything about them finding him. And if Remus or Sirius were with one of them (or even Hestia or Tonks) he could possibly go with them... or have Teddy and the twins join them. But instead of seeing his friends, he saw his least favorite teacher. Professor Severus Snape, with his son, Ethan. Harry held no love for either Snape, and could very happily watch them both being eaten by a dragon (or something else as equally uncomfortable... preferably slow and painful). “Slime Balls! Two o'clock!” he said, making sure he was heard by the various crowd around them. Usually he would have made an effort to be polite to at least the elder Snape male. But that was only in school, where talking back was a promise of a weeks worth of detention and fifty points taken from him. And he knew that acting out against him out side of school was only going to make the up-coming school year that much more unbearable. But he'd be a fool to think that either Snape would miss a chance to make a snide remark to him; so he wasn't going to miss the chance either.

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[ETHAN SEVERIN SNAPE]

Ethan had noted like his father that the streets were crowded. His upper lip curled in distaste of this knowledge. He had never been the type of person that liked crowds. Some people seemed to thrive in being the center of attention, he always tried to slip away unnoticed if it were humanly possible. Of course, there were some situations that he couldn't escape from that he could easily do without. He supposed that was just the way that life went, though. It was kind to some people and easily quite vicious to others. Being whose son he was, he wasn't ever going to be treated fairly and he had come to accept this fact. It didn't mean that he had to like it, however, because it didn't. It seemed stupid that people should hate him because of his surname and house - though, he knew that his attitude and scathing words didn't make him a popular person within the confines of Hogwarts. Let them think what they wanted. One day he would be out of that dratted school forever and he would be able to do whatever he damn well pleased without anyone breathing down his neck.

Ethan nodded. His father was never one for showy displays of affection and he couldn't say that he wasn't grateful for that. He would have been mortified if his father tried to hug him in public as he had seen some father's do to their offspring. He wasn't an affectionate type of person and he had seemed to have gotten that from his father. He sincerely didn't care. The less likely that he would fall in love, which was a good thing considering how easily women wrenched men's hearts straight from their chests without any regards as to the consequences. Shaking his head at such a thought, he brushed a hand through his hair, glaring as a woman slammed into him nearly jostling him forward. "Watch where you're going!" he growled after her with gritted teeth. The sooner that he and his father left the better.

Ethan nodded again when his father informed him that he would return in half an hour. It was a bit too long for Than's liking, but he would endure it with as much ease as one could muster in a situation like this. The street was so full of vermin that it made him want to spew all over them, but unfortunately that would do nothing for himself or them. Not to mention he had school supplies that he had to get. Unfortunately, it seemed new robes were needed this year as he had seemed to have grown several inches over the summer. That was the only bad thing about growing taller - it seemed to mean that one needed to buy robes more often than everyone else. He liked being tall, though, it gave him the guise of being older than what he really was.

He liked that. It meant that most people left him to his own devices.

This was also something that he liked. He was independent by nature and he didn't like it when people crowded his space or breathed down his neck. He was tolerant when he had to handle such conduct, but that didn't mean that he liked it one bit. As far as he were concerned his teacher's could sod off if they weren't teaching him. He didn't want to be anywhere near them or their rampant stupidity. Most of them weren't qualified to teach in his humble opinion. They probably only got the job because Dumbledore was their best friend or something equally as stupid. Rolling his eyes Ethan dodged a fat woman as she nearly collided with him. What was it with ugly women trying to bump into him? Did they think that he was going to take them on a date or something? Because if that was what they were hoping for, they could forget it. He preferred people his own age that didn't look like hags, thank you very much.

It was then that Ethan heard a voice that made him cringe. The Snape boy couldn't say that he was impressed in the least with Potter's comment. However, the Slytherin told himself to remain composed. It would be what his father would want him to do. It was all too easy to give into the immaturity of Potter and Than wouldn't allow that idiot to have any power over him. After all, the dunderhead would run out of steam if nothing was said to him, right? Then again, it was Potter they were talking about. Maybe he should insult him, after all, it wasn't as if Potter would relent simply because he hadn't said a word. He had tried this tactic before and it had failed miserably. It only made the Gryffindors giggle and the Slytherins resent him for not hexing Potter into oblivion. Mercifully, that had happened nearly two years ago. He knew that two wrongs didn't make a right, but the Snape boy wasn't going to stand for being insulted in the middle of Diagon Alley just for Potter's sick and sordid amusement.

Ethan pursed his lips, eyes darkening (if that were even possible considering how obsidian they were). He was going to make Potter regret that he was even born. First, however, he would have to calm his nerves just a bit. It wouldn't do to go straight out and hex Potter. No, if wee ickle Potty wanted to play then Ethan would use his sword tongue and rip him to pieces. After all he was a Slytherin and a Snape - it was what both parties did best and he would revel in every moment of it. Smirking to himself, he turned to face Harry with a look of disdain written all over his handsome face. "Aren't you the epitome of maturity, Potter? If it isn't a wee bespectled midget with the ugliest olive eyes I've ever seen. What brings your ugly mug to Diagon Alley? Are you part of a circus show or is there a carnival here of the ugliest people alive that I haven't stumbled upon yet?" Ethan sneered, his voice sounding remarkably like his father's.

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NotesBad Harry, indeed! I don't think Ethan was too good, either.
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