Steven Wright worked in a chemistry laboratory for a pharmaceutical company. Forgeries and altered memories had helped him get the job, but that had been nearly two years ago and as a model employee, no one was checking into his past. Well, he was a model employee in that he was quiet, kept to himself, and produced reliable results; Steven never stood out in any capacity, though people who'd attempted to chat with him reported that he was remarkably unfriendly. Most of the lab people left him alone by now.
At least he'd learned by now to answer to Steven. It had taken him several months to get used to the name, even though he'd purposely chosen one as close to 'Severus' as possible without choosing something outlandish.
Severus wouldn't say he was happy with his new life, but he was satisfied. There were no battles, no demands on him, nothing left of his life in England except the memories and his accent. He even mostly ignored magic; his trips into Toronto's magical community were infrequent and only conducted for supplies.
His apartment was a fairly long walk from his job, but Severus preferred walking over public transportation or a cab. He hated being crowded, and cabs seemed a waste of money to him; he'd spent years being frugal as a teen and young adult and the habit had carried into his middle age. It was because he was so good at managing his finances that he could easily keep up the 'upper middle class' appearance he was projecting now, though his job did pay pretty well. Better than Hogwarts had, but Hogwarts had included room and board.
He'd often stop in at a market on the way home to pick something up for dinner. Today, the shopkeeper called after him that he'd forgotten something, and so Severus was distracted as he left the shop, and didn't notice the young man across the way, staring at him.
At least he'd learned by now to answer to Steven. It had taken him several months to get used to the name, even though he'd purposely chosen one as close to 'Severus' as possible without choosing something outlandish.
Severus wouldn't say he was happy with his new life, but he was satisfied. There were no battles, no demands on him, nothing left of his life in England except the memories and his accent. He even mostly ignored magic; his trips into Toronto's magical community were infrequent and only conducted for supplies.
His apartment was a fairly long walk from his job, but Severus preferred walking over public transportation or a cab. He hated being crowded, and cabs seemed a waste of money to him; he'd spent years being frugal as a teen and young adult and the habit had carried into his middle age. It was because he was so good at managing his finances that he could easily keep up the 'upper middle class' appearance he was projecting now, though his job did pay pretty well. Better than Hogwarts had, but Hogwarts had included room and board.
He'd often stop in at a market on the way home to pick something up for dinner. Today, the shopkeeper called after him that he'd forgotten something, and so Severus was distracted as he left the shop, and didn't notice the young man across the way, staring at him.