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Who: Paddy, Snape and Peter? (swing in when you're avaliable, guys, I meant to do this earlier.)
When: The dead-of-night.
Where: The infirmary.
What: Drug theft attempt. Getting Caught. Consequences.
Warnings: Possible violence. Paddy doesn't tend to come quietly.

Theft was pretty much second nature to him, and drug dealing was pretty much first nature to him. So when the request for something a little stronger than his attempt at booze trading came up, he was prepared to work it out and do it, no matter of the difficulty. He knew he had to set himself up as first point of call, and doing something as dangerous as trying to steal from the infirmary... well, that'd pay off quite well. He'd make sure it'd pay off well, and once he got somewhere better to hide his alcohol, he was up and running. Again.

So he snuck into the infirmary in the dead of night, when everyone was asleep, he thought, a balaclava pulled over his face and made his way to the drugs cabinet. He presumed most of the infirmary staff, if present, would be attempting to sleep too. There hadn't been, really, enough forethought in this, because he'd been in such a rush to take the opportunity, so when he got to the drugs cabinet and found it had... well, more complicated locking systems than he'd ever seen, he was frustrated. Paddy tried, as quietly as possible, to simply break the lock off, but it made far more noise tha he'd have liked and it certainly didn't seem to be going very far.

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Severus had always been a night person; when he had taught at Hogwarts, he had been the one to volunteer for those midnight rounds of the school. People - especially hormone-driven adolescents - seemed to believe that the dead of night was the best time to get something illicit accomplished. Of course, it was probably the worst time, in his opinion.

However, it was the best time to reorganize things. Unless someone (who had most likely been up to illicit activities) came to the infirmary in need of stitches, he would most likely be left alone.

Or, in this case, someone came in with the idea of breaking in and stealing things. Paddy's approach to the infirmary hadn't exactly been stealthy, so Severus doused the light from his wand and waited. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the low light and finally spotted Paddy at the drugs cabinet. Well, what did he expect from his fellow inmates?

He quietly crossed the room to block the door and flipped on the light switch.

Paddy saw the light go on and swore in his head, careful not to actually say anything aloud until he saw who it was. Right now, he figured he had two options. Knock whoever it was' lights out and take the drugs anyway, or find a way out of there whilst he still had chance and make a run for it.

He wasn't always the most rational decision maker, especially in the heat of the moment. Upon looking at the man in the doorway, he discovered it was another inmate, he was sure of that... but there were plenty of inmates who worked in the infirmary. Maybe he could make a deal.

"If you keep your fucking mouth shut about this, I can make it worth your while. If you don't, I'll make things difficult." Dealing, then punching, then running. That was a fair plan of action.

Severus looked at Paddy with indifference. Since the recent flood, he had carefully toed the line, ensuring that there was ample trust placed in him by the wardens. He had cultivated this trust, and Paddy was asking him to set aside his own ambitions over a piddling circumstance like this.

Of course, it was unlikely he would ever be discovered to have a part in the crime, but should it come out before his own plans could come to fruition...The choice was obvious. He couldn't risk it.

It took him less than two seconds to decide to draw his wand an point it calmly at his fellow inmate. He may not be able to harm the other man, but he could certainly incapacitate him. "I have no intention of going down on your proverbial sinking ship...and I assure you, whatever you intend to do with your brute strength is nothing but a mere nuisance compared to what I can do with magic."

Paddy looked down at the stick being pointed at him. He'd never really read Harry Potter. His kids weren't the reading sort, and were, for that matter, far too old for it. He did, however, have a healthy disdain for all these supernatural powers. They put him at some kind of constant disadvantage. If he could nail a punch, though, he needn't worry too much about magic.

"You guys and your fucking magic and your fucking vampires and for fuck's sake, can't someone around here be a normal fucking human being." It pissed him off quite a lot, actually. He decided to ignore the wand pointed at him and decided to try and land a punch on the man's jaw instead. This could go terribly wrong.

Severus, from years of being constantly on his toes, was ready for the blow. He ducked.

He felt a hesitancy to use his wand on the other man, hoping that he would, instead, come to his senses and desist. If Snape did anything without appropriate provocation, he could be the one held in suspicion.

He snarled, "I won't warn you again."

Paddy swore when he missed, because he hadn't expected him to be so prepared, especially given he was wearing... robes. "You won't fucking have to." He decided that he had to nail him this time and brought his other hand across to punch his fellow inmate across his face. He didn't have time for this and wanted to get out of there as soon as he could, preferably without the interference of the wizard.

Snape swore and raised a hand to his mouth. It came away bloody.

Well, that would teach him to hesitate from now on.

He turned his wand back on Paddy and fired off a disarming hex. Even if there as nothing to disarm, he could throw the man a few dozen feet.

Paddy should have probably seen something like that coming, but he didn't know what to expect from magic in a fight, and if a little stick was going to scare him off, this guy had another thing coming.

Throwing him back several feet and falling over hard against the cabinet (which still didn't break open, he noticed), however, was a little more worrying. He scowled up at him and started to get back to his feet, "Not going to fight me like a fucking man, hm?" This was his only real hope, because otherwise, he was fighting a losing battle and knew it.

"I didn't wish to fight you in the first place," he replied flatly. "If I must do so, I intend to win without bloodying my knuckles."

He quickly glanced behind him, his wand still trained on Paddy, looking to see if any wardens were wandering the halls this late. It was highly unlikely.

Paddy got back to his feet, a little unsteadily, as that had shaken him considerably. He shook his head and glared across at the wizard, "Then you're a fucking coward. One way or another, if you're going to take me on, you do it on fucking equal terms." Not that he'd ever stick to those rules, but it wasn't normally him at the disadvantage.

He looked warily at the wand and wondered how easily he might be able to break it or knock it out of his hand or something. It wasn't quite a gun. But it might have that potential.