I... I don't know, Sir. I could find out from Leela, if you wish.
I... If I could try this without dying, as I know I would without contact, though I promise to be careful, I... I would like to be helpful. Helping in a war, that's... important.
Indeed. And I can think of at least five people who would say that I need all the help I can get.
Well. You go ask Leela, and I will go ask Hermes, and we will compare notes tomorrow, granted Mr. Schuyler has not lost all patience with me.
In the meantime, I would also like you to think about where your skills lie. What you do well, and what you enjoy doing. We will find use for you yet, even should the house idea become too dangerous for both our healths to consider.
What do you think? *He regards Nathaniel with another penetrating gaze.*
That sound, a moment of joy, seems to relax Nathaniel once more. Smiling, timid but there as he nods.
"I want to help. I do. And I will ask her."
Pausing, a furrow on his brow as he considers this, seriously giving it his time and attention.
"Outside of the basic things that any in my position know? I'm a pretty good cook, I keep a really clean house and, well, Gabriel used to tell me I'd make a great wife one day.'
Smiling a little more.
"I'm smarter than most credit me for. I have a pretty good memory for things. Near photographic. Almost anything I read? I remember."
*Snape removes his hand, not ungently. His body language suggests that he is not entirely comfortable yet.*
All good to know.
Well, Mr. Nathaniel, I have a great deal to think about.
Until tomorrow?
*He stands and gives Nathaniel a nod.*
Oh, and share the rest of the bottle with your friends, with my compliments. I will be interested to hear what their impressions of this whole conversation are, and how long they spent listening behind doors.
((Snape's still a bastard. He'd send a quick little hex at the door to give anyone listening a shock, but it's not his house. ;-)
And now I must go pass out in the direction of my bed. *is ded* I'll be back on tomorrow evening!))
((Hi! Sorry I've been MIA, but I've been trapped in an airplane all evening. *shakes her fist at the weather* I'm back though. Perhaps we should talk on IM? Sev's screen name is "I Spy Slytherin" :-))
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Date: 27 Jul 2005 07:36 (UTC)Is this PINpoint device one of a kind?
I am also on fairly good terms with the god Hermes. As his domain is travel and trickery, he may be able to help.
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Date: 27 Jul 2005 07:42 (UTC)I... If I could try this without dying, as I know I would without contact, though I promise to be careful, I... I would like to be helpful. Helping in a war, that's... important.
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Date: 27 Jul 2005 07:50 (UTC)Indeed. And I can think of at least five people who would say that I need all the help I can get.
Well. You go ask Leela, and I will go ask Hermes, and we will compare notes tomorrow, granted Mr. Schuyler has not lost all patience with me.
In the meantime, I would also like you to think about where your skills lie. What you do well, and what you enjoy doing. We will find use for you yet, even should the house idea become too dangerous for both our healths to consider.
What do you think? *He regards Nathaniel with another penetrating gaze.*
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Date: 27 Jul 2005 07:55 (UTC)"I want to help. I do. And I will ask her."
Pausing, a furrow on his brow as he considers this, seriously giving it his time and attention.
"Outside of the basic things that any in my position know? I'm a pretty good cook, I keep a really clean house and, well, Gabriel used to tell me I'd make a great wife one day.'
Smiling a little more.
"I'm smarter than most credit me for. I have a pretty good memory for things. Near photographic. Almost anything I read? I remember."
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Date: 27 Jul 2005 08:05 (UTC)All good to know.
Well, Mr. Nathaniel, I have a great deal to think about.
Until tomorrow?
*He stands and gives Nathaniel a nod.*
Oh, and share the rest of the bottle with your friends, with my compliments. I will be interested to hear what their impressions of this whole conversation are, and how long they spent listening behind doors.
((Snape's still a bastard. He'd send a quick little hex at the door to give anyone listening a shock, but it's not his house. ;-)
And now I must go pass out in the direction of my bed. *is ded* I'll be back on tomorrow evening!))
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Date: 27 Jul 2005 08:09 (UTC)"Thank you, Sir. I shall... On all notes.'
And he can't help but grin widely at the comment about those listening in, biting his lip not to laugh.
"Goodnight, Sir."
((*laughs* Would serve them right! And see you laters. Sweet Dreams.))
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Date: 28 Jul 2005 02:59 (UTC)