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*frowns* Monsieur?

He leans against a table, holding his left arm with his right one, looking paler then usual.

..Yes?

*eyes glance interestedly down to his arm* Are you injured?

He winced, biting back another curse as it suddenly felt like it was on fire, then the feeling faded quickly.

...Not particularly. It will fade, eventually.

Pain should not be ignored, monsieur.

Definitly not.

Especially when it is a warning..

A warning?

Yes.

It means he is alive..

You are not being clear, monsieur.

Since the rules of the Ministry did not apply here and this man wasn't one he shouldn't be showing, he simply put his left arm in a position where his palm was up, and pulled up the loose sleeve of the black robe he was wearing.

About in the middle of his pale forearm there was what looked like a very faded
tattoo, so much so that the inner details of it could not really be seen, but from the scant outline that was visible, it looked like a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth and winding about the back. It looked almost like one of those temporary tattoos that were simply fading away, surely nothing that should warrant the amount of pain it had seemed as though he was in a moment ago. He let the sleeve fall then and gave a sigh.

The ..individual that gave me this mark is supposedly long dead, but the fact that it is hurting again leads me to believe he is not..

*studies the tattoo, wondering if perhaps it was simply one painted on for effect*

How is it possible for decoration to cause you such discomfort, monsieur?

I wish it was simply for decoration, but it isn't.

Then it is purely an omen?

I believe so, yes.

The Mark wouldn't be active unless the Dark Lord was around.

The Dark Lord? You will have to forgive my ignorance, monsieur. It seems I have not been keeping up with foreign affairs as much as I should.

I wouldn't be concerned about it, I doubt you would know about the Dark Lord unless you were a Wizard..and sometimes tells me you're not.

A wizard? I could not say, monsieur, though I do have skills in that art of magic.

Really now?

What kind of skills, if you don't mind me asking?

I doubt any that would impress a Wizard, monsieur. All the same, I am a retired magician.

I see.

Well, the Dark Lord is a Wizard bent on taking over both the Wizarding and Non-Wizarding world, to put it in a nutshell.

*raises his visible brow* Quite an over-laden nutshell indeed.

Indeed.

And his followers were all given one of these..

He gestures to his left arm.

Severus?

He pauses in order to catch his breath. It hadn't really hurt so much he couldn't stand it, but it had come on suddenly, like someone had stabbed him, and the fact it was hurting at all bothered him immensely because it could only mean one thing.

Yes, HeadMaster?

Are you okay?

...He pauses, frowning slightly.

Not really.

What's wrong?

OOC: *note* In her canon, the fifth year incident hasn't happened.

Speaking to this..version wasn't easy for him either, but not quite as bad as the older versions..though the fact he knew everything that would happen..he'd still rather avoid the girl, whom it appeared was a student, currently..

Nothing, go back to your studies.

What is it?

If the pain and the implication the pain carried wasn't enough, there was that voice again..

..Nothing. I'll be fine.

You're lying. *she combs back a sheet of fiery red hair and looks to his arm, making mental notes* Is it...*she was afraid to finish the question*

He didn't really want to tell her anything, but it was plainly obvious he wasn't going to be able to simply explain her away.

I..bumped it against something.

He sat down, feeling a bit of relief as the pain began to fade.

Indeed? *she favors him with a suspicious look, green eyes burning into black eyes*

...Better?

It's beginning to get better.

He leans back in the chair, using his right hand to push a bit of hair away from his paler then usual face.

Good. You had me worried.

*she crosses her arms over her chest, biting her lip some before shaking the hair out of her eyes* Do you need anything?

He had her worried? That statement made him feel even worse, strangely enough. He closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head, his voice quiet and slightly strained sounding.

No, I should be fine.

*she hadn't intended to upset him. That was the last thing that she wanted. She retreated a step to give him space*

Promise?

He opens his eyes and focuses his dark eyes on her green ones for a moment, and found himself unable to lie to her for a moment.

He glanced down at the floor and muttered quietly then

..No..

He said nothing but sat a cup of tea down on the other's desk. And, on the saucer, a piece of chocolate.

After all, far as he was concerned, even if chocolate didn't fix everything, it helped.

Severus arched his brows, though used his right hand to pick up the piece of chocolate and eat it.

You and your chocolate..

He smiled faintly, shrugging a bit.

It seems to help sometimes. At the very least with a mental state.