Intrigue ((Wormtail))

[Professor Severus Snape]

Professor Severus Snape stalked up and down the living room to his home on Spinner's End watching the clock tick the time away until his expected meeting with the overgrown rat. It was currently 23.50 and Severus almost hopped Wormtail would be late so he could have a valid reason to further take out his frustrations on the rodent than he usually did. He took a sip of the elf made wine in his hand - the only glass anywhere around; if Peter wanted some he could get his own when he arrived. Snape refused to serve the friend of his childhood enemies - even if Peter had been too thick to be a bane in and of himself he was still there to push on the other two.

Pushing the thoughts of his past from his mind Severus took a seat on the dusty looking couch in the center of the room and placed the glass down on the table. He crossed his arms around his chest and waited a moment before standing once more and walking over to the bookshelf concealing a staircase. He picked up a book at random and began to thumb through it waiting for the little pest to arrive.

[wormy]

What could Severus want to speak to him about? Peter had been wondering this for awhile. Contemplating whether or not to actually meet him. He sat in a dark corner in an abandoned building, chewing at his dirty nails. It was a habit he couldn't break. His nose twitched almost every second, and it bothered him none. Peter looked at the dusty clock above the fireplace. 23:30. He shuddered and felt the dust unsettle around him. He figured he should get going, yet his fright almost made him stay back.

No doubt, if Peter didn't show up, Severus would harm him far worse than if he actually went at the point. This thought made Peter jump from his place in his small room and leave as quickly as possible. The night was humid and sticky, and it made Peter's hair stand up on end...he raced through the night, scurrying like a rat...which he started to turn into as he ran. The faster he ran the sooner he got there, and the sooner he got there, the sooner he could leave.

He reached his destination, became human again (like that was any better). He slowly began to knock on the door, wondering he were too knock. Too late. His fist hit the wood, and he stood there- waiting for Severus to open the door. As he waited, he chewed on his nails again.