Tuesday, March 13th ~ Late Afternoon
When the package arrived, Severus almost didn't bother opening it. There was work to be done at the shoppe, and he needed to get back. The letter that had been attached slid to the floor when he tossed the entire thing onto one of the kitchen cabinets, and it was only as he bet over to pick it up and saw the return address from a solicitor in London.
The letter was an apology for not sending the package last week. The package revealed a journal which only made his confusion grow.
That confusion quickly turned into horror as Severus read the last entry.
Event of my death - therefore - I'm dead... That couldn't be possible, he'd just seen Potter a few hours ago and these idiot solicitors were claiming they were supposed to have sent the journal a week ago... Unless they had managed to screw up even more and sent the thing early?
What if Potter was planning to do the deed that very night?
He rushed to the fireplace and tossed in a handful of powder, calling out for Mrs. Crockford at the Phoenix.
"I need to speak with Potter!"