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The Perfect Wife, by LinW
Title: The Perfect Wife
Author: LinW
Rating: R
Story Link: here
Author’s summary: This story occurs at a private boy's school in the late 1800's; there is no such thing as magic.
Length: novella
Reviewer:painless_j
This fic is different and utterly charming: a non-magic AU set in the 19th century. Severus Snape teaches in his uncle Albus's school. He's thirty years old but still unmarried, and there are some rumours about his "unnatural relationship with his friend Lucius Malfoy." To hush down the gossip Uncle Albus orders Severus to marry. The bride is chosen and soon arrives, a tall, strong girl, innocent and poor but with a strong character.
The train platform was a busy place; several trains had arrived on the platform within minutes of one another. Lucius searched for Minerva's recognizable red and yellow tartan plaid cloak. A commotion at the far end of a side platform caught his attention.
Amidst screaming and shouting, they saw several shabbily dressed men tugging at a young woman's carpetbag. In a flash, they realized that the men had attempted to snatch the bag and bolt from the platform into the alleyways surrounding the station, but the woman's wrist was tangled in the strap and she was being dragged across the wooden deck. A chubby teenage boy came to her defense, but was attacked by one of the young woman's assailants. The boy went down with a vicious kick to his chest.
Before Lucius, the Weasley brothers or platform constables could reach them, the tallest woman Lucius had ever seen waded into the fray, swinging an umbrella with deadly accuracy. There was surprising strength in her reed thin frame. The two assailants ceased their struggle over the carpetbag and fled from the deadly umbrella into the waiting arms of Charlie and a constable.
Minerva crouched beside the fallen young woman and the bleeding boy. Percy rushed to the young woman's side and helped her to her feet. Nymphadora and the boy's grandmother were helping the boy; thankfully he was more dazed than injured.
Lucius looked around the platform and saw the thin young woman sitting dejectedly on a luggage trolley beside several trunks and a large blanket covered birdcage. She was staring at the wooden planks, her broken umbrella in the gloved hands.
The white blond man bent beside her. "Miss, are you injured?"
She looked up, her black tresses tumbling from a severe braided coronet. Lucius found himself staring into the most startling emerald green eyes. She looked to be slightly older than twenty. It wasn't a pretty face, but it was a handsome one. She had the features that would improve with age long after beauty had faded.
"No." she answered quietly in a surprisingly husky voice. She pushed her thin gold wired spectacles up her nose. "Not physically…Oh! What Madam Dumbledore must think of me…brawling like a common hooligan…She has every right to put me back on the train…not fit to marry her nephew…"
This fic is a sitcom of sorts, only it's not quite comedy. I'm reluctant to tell you more about the plot because its charm is in discovery and growing awareness. It's a lovely story; even "Sev" looks OK in it -- maybe not literary perfection, but a good bit of pleasant reading, ideal for improving one's mood on a gloomy, cold day.
Title: The Perfect Wife
Author: LinW
Rating: R
Story Link: here
Author’s summary: This story occurs at a private boy's school in the late 1800's; there is no such thing as magic.
Length: novella
Reviewer:
painless_jThis fic is different and utterly charming: a non-magic AU set in the 19th century. Severus Snape teaches in his uncle Albus's school. He's thirty years old but still unmarried, and there are some rumours about his "unnatural relationship with his friend Lucius Malfoy." To hush down the gossip Uncle Albus orders Severus to marry. The bride is chosen and soon arrives, a tall, strong girl, innocent and poor but with a strong character.
The train platform was a busy place; several trains had arrived on the platform within minutes of one another. Lucius searched for Minerva's recognizable red and yellow tartan plaid cloak. A commotion at the far end of a side platform caught his attention.
Amidst screaming and shouting, they saw several shabbily dressed men tugging at a young woman's carpetbag. In a flash, they realized that the men had attempted to snatch the bag and bolt from the platform into the alleyways surrounding the station, but the woman's wrist was tangled in the strap and she was being dragged across the wooden deck. A chubby teenage boy came to her defense, but was attacked by one of the young woman's assailants. The boy went down with a vicious kick to his chest.
Before Lucius, the Weasley brothers or platform constables could reach them, the tallest woman Lucius had ever seen waded into the fray, swinging an umbrella with deadly accuracy. There was surprising strength in her reed thin frame. The two assailants ceased their struggle over the carpetbag and fled from the deadly umbrella into the waiting arms of Charlie and a constable.
Minerva crouched beside the fallen young woman and the bleeding boy. Percy rushed to the young woman's side and helped her to her feet. Nymphadora and the boy's grandmother were helping the boy; thankfully he was more dazed than injured.
Lucius looked around the platform and saw the thin young woman sitting dejectedly on a luggage trolley beside several trunks and a large blanket covered birdcage. She was staring at the wooden planks, her broken umbrella in the gloved hands.
The white blond man bent beside her. "Miss, are you injured?"
She looked up, her black tresses tumbling from a severe braided coronet. Lucius found himself staring into the most startling emerald green eyes. She looked to be slightly older than twenty. It wasn't a pretty face, but it was a handsome one. She had the features that would improve with age long after beauty had faded.
"No." she answered quietly in a surprisingly husky voice. She pushed her thin gold wired spectacles up her nose. "Not physically…Oh! What Madam Dumbledore must think of me…brawling like a common hooligan…She has every right to put me back on the train…not fit to marry her nephew…"
This fic is a sitcom of sorts, only it's not quite comedy. I'm reluctant to tell you more about the plot because its charm is in discovery and growing awareness. It's a lovely story; even "Sev" looks OK in it -- maybe not literary perfection, but a good bit of pleasant reading, ideal for improving one's mood on a gloomy, cold day.
