Last Witness: Detached (Snape Love Story)

There's No Coming Back

Georgianna eyed the mosquito that sat on the wall as they waited for someone to hand over a key to their room. The slight buzzing of its wings annoyed her even more than the attitude of the hotel management who seemed quite determined to not give them two rooms because she was a woman. At first she overreacted and pulled out her wand to perform the Confundus Charm but Severus stopped her:

“If you want to keep up the Muggle image, you can’t have a Confunded person right in the lobby,” he muttered and Georgianna knew he was right. Very sour faced, she accepted the key to what she could only assume was a room with one bed for two.

“What wife, is something not to your liking?” he smirked.

Why didn’t I think about him being my brother before this idiocy came up? She thought desperately.

“Absolutely nothing love,” she said sweetly. “But now, be a good husband and take care of the bags will you?”

Severus stared at her incredulously but grabbed both bags and followed her upstairs. Georgianna unlocked the door and had to admit that this was a nice room. Of course there was a fault of one bed only a fact which didn’t escape Severus who dropped the bags.

“Well darling wife,” he sneered. “How do you plan to work this out?”

Georgianna looked around and pointed her wand at the table across the room and transformed it into a couch, smiling:

“Any wife has the ultimate right to send her husband sleep on the couch.”

He stared at her. Georgianna started to feel a little uneasy; probably no one could feel confident under that kind of stare for long.

“What? I did my best to make it a comfortable one.”

She tried her best to stare back at him, feeling infinitely small beside him. She tried to maintain a neutral facial expression, remembering that she was supposed to be the dangerous one in here. He was just a spy that was sent here with her as a punishment for not acting out in Voldemort’s best interests. It was all she needed to know.

“Nothing,” he uttered and moved to his side of the room. Georgianna made a silent relief gesture and did the same thing as he did. Unpacking was rather easy for her; she didn’t bring along that many things. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t spell her bag to be heavy in Severus’ hand. She could feel the hair on the nape of her neck rise and instinctively turned around and pressed the tip of her wand into his chest. His eyes widened in surprise:

“That was fast,” he whispered as he handed her a copy of the key he must have made couple of minutes ago. Georgianna shook a bit.

Pathetic you are…

“Please don’t do that ever again Severus; I’m not used to travel with someone... I don't want to forget that you're not my target out here.”

He nodded in acceptance and left her to her own business. Georgianna stared at his back for a while and clenched her hands into fists; her mind was torn.

Get rid of him, part of her commanded. He’s dangerous… he’s a spy; if there is a Death Eater who could figure out what you’re really doing here it’s him and you’re nowhere near done.

She shook her head as another part of her said: He is not your target; you’ve never seen him before.

The wand slipped suggestively between her fingers and Georgianna could feel the familiar rush of emotions that came with anticipated kill. It was an instinct by now: grasping the wand in right way, pushing her emotions somewhere in the back of her head where all the guilt and sadness would drown in an everlasting silence, listening intently for the person’s breath and heartbeat as it slowly sped up with the realization that his or her life was approaching the end. She felt her eyes widen with the familiar adrenaline rush that followed.