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[ Severus gives him a thin smile that is neither full disagreement nor flippant agreement. He's a little opaque about it; Sirius has done worse already. But he doesn't feel like acknowledging it.

Until it's useful for him to do so. ]

Are you from about the same time, then?

[ And because he can't read Snape's mind, this goes entirely missed. ]

Yes. Some few months after we saw each other that day. Rather glad we didn't have your sort of time disparity to grapple with in the immediate moment.

It is surreal. Harry, strangely, is easier to deal with. I've only heard of him, the child of people I went to school with but never knew after. [ W O W THAT IS A REALLY SELECTIVE RETELLING but anyway ] Black, though.

[ .. Is still a teenager? Kind of? Severus has no idea how to react to that; it's obvious animosity is still there on his end, but it's aimed at an adult. Not this obnoxious brat. ]

I noticed you have a student of your own, lurking around?

[ The half-formed rueful smile is immediate. ]

Alex Summers, yes. Security as well. Odd scenario -- he's been here for a solid two years, which is its own disparity. Especially considering there's been multiple Charleses come through the doors since. Two, by my count.

[ He rubs his face, dragging beer closer. ]

Set us both up with some rather unfair expectations, I think.

[ Thanks Obama. He sips some magic beer. ]

I haven't been particularly interested in delving very far into the happenings of a theoretical other me. Or a future me.

[ It's not magic beer. It's normal space beer, and it's the beer from the bar they're in, he just moved it.

(Lemurs.) ]

Apparently almost two years ago, or by what I can figure must be about that long, I was here. An older me [ he sounds like he's reciting words in a foreign language he doesn't speak, at that ], after my death.

[ Severus drinks some more magic beer. ]

Perhaps Security should just deal with security and leave the rest of us be.

[ Dicks. ]

[ There's a minute widening of his eyes at that news, caught in not being certain of how to respond before Snape is low-level sniping at the Security taskforce. I'm sorry seems like it'd be a stupid thing to say. Everyone dies, eventually.

He drinks some magic beer too. ]

Their jobs must be frustratingly uphill, we mustn't be too judgemental. Forever corralling an ungrateful flock of surly captives from getting themselves killed.

--Brink of death, surely.

I've never put much stock in any powers that be. [ Governments, authority figures, self-proclaimed leaders. He'll accept accolades as it suits him because he understands political games and he values his cards in that game, but he still finds most of it offensively stupid. ] In theory what they're doing is an admirable effort but in practice...

[ He shrugs. They're giving literally anyone access to training, authority, and deadly weapons. Severus thinks it's awful and has zero respect for any of them - and he would feel the same even if Sirius wasn't involved. His shrug also seems to cover the 'brink of death' comment; he didn't say it to try and shock Charles or get pity, even though there's no other reason for a normal person to say something that morbid. In his head it's more like he's sharing because that's what people do, right? And the idea of his own mortality doesn't frighten him. He hasn't said that to anyone besides Charles, and he hasn't even asked Harry for details - Harry might not even know that Severus caught all that and made the (glaringly obvious in his opinion) correct connections. ]

But you don't want to be involved running the ship anyway.

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