- Rating:
- G
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Genres:
- Angst
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Stats:
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Published: 03/16/2002Updated: 03/19/2002Words: 2,693Chapters: 4Hits: 3,161
Transformation I: The Year Of Living Differently
Zebee Johnstone
- Story Summary:
- Severus Snape spends a year at a Muggle university, and finds things are not as he has been taught. The first set of chapters in a life.
Chapter 02
- Posted:
- 03/18/2002
- Hits:
- 578
The Year of Living Differently
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Chapter 2: Interlude
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He used his sliderule, quick and precise, watching the way the numbers danced, the relationships between them changing and unchanging, reforming and recombining, chaotic only on the surface, satisfyingly logical and predictable and perfect. He zeroed in on the answer, reading the scales and judging the magnitude, obtaining all sorts of things from the relationships beyond the raw figures. An amazing invention, pure poetry.
His lab partner punched the numbers into her calculator, and the machine spat out the answer, exactly what was asked, no more and no less. No side alleys, no context, no links between disparate pieces of information revealing new vistas, no warning of wrong questions asked or dangerous assumptions, just the red impersonal digits answering exactly what was asked and revealing nothing else.
He despised the machine at the time, but later on he was to value its lesson. With the pain coursing through him, the Veritaserum bitter on his tongue, and lives riding on the things he revealed.
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Chapter 2: Interlude
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He used his sliderule, quick and precise, watching the way the numbers danced, the relationships between them changing and unchanging, reforming and recombining, chaotic only on the surface, satisfyingly logical and predictable and perfect. He zeroed in on the answer, reading the scales and judging the magnitude, obtaining all sorts of things from the relationships beyond the raw figures. An amazing invention, pure poetry.
His lab partner punched the numbers into her calculator, and the machine spat out the answer, exactly what was asked, no more and no less. No side alleys, no context, no links between disparate pieces of information revealing new vistas, no warning of wrong questions asked or dangerous assumptions, just the red impersonal digits answering exactly what was asked and revealing nothing else.
He despised the machine at the time, but later on he was to value its lesson. With the pain coursing through him, the Veritaserum bitter on his tongue, and lives riding on the things he revealed.