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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 17:10:01 GMT
PAINT ANOTHER PICTURE BLACK AND BLUE Severus was not awoken by the usual natural lighting coming in from his window this morning. The sun blocked out by dark gray clouds hanging low in the sky, threatening to unleash cold rain and maybe some snow. He woke up later than he normally would like, a great feat considering this bed felt like it was made of rocks. He should not complain, the crow eyes inn was the only place he found with long term lodging in on short notice. He refused to return to his home in the down run, dirty muggle village that he was forced to grow up in. He also wanted to stay close to Hogwarts, in talks with the headmaster about future employment there. His sights set on the Dark Art teaching position.
He did not dally. Whipping off his ratty blanket, he slipped out of his bed. His bare feet touching the cold wooden floor, sending a shiver through the skinny boy. His mass of raven hair a mess from a restless night of tossing and turning in his sleep. In his head, he made up a list of all the things he wanted to accomplish today, his eyes looking over his chemistry set-up on a table not far from his bed. A cauldron hanging in the firepit, a mixture of dark blues and grays bubbled and hissed. He was dabbling, working on a few new things in all of his endless free time. After a quick checked on all of his potions that were brewing, he got dressed in warm clothing and made his way down to Knockturn Alley.
The cold air hitting him like a brick wall, causing him to pull his coat tighter around him and button it up, wrapping his scarf around his neck and tugged it up to cover his nose and mouth. He supposed that he should start his morning off with some coffee and breakfast. He strolled through the bustling town, trying to find a decent place to eat that had coffee that did not taste burnt. He found himself leaving his familiar setting of Knockturn and entering Diagon Alley. They took more pride in their service than those at rat nest.
Severus made his way into the Leaky cauldron, helping himself to a seat in the far corner. “Coffee, two spoonfuls of sugar and a dash of cream. Some toast with strawberry jam on the side and a bowl of oatmeal if you would” he gave his order before the witch could ask him what he would like, tossing her a glare when she did not bother to right down his order. His dark eyes boring into her back when she made her way back to the kitchen to make his food. Maybe he was too quick to think their service was any better. He would have to see when they brought out his food.
He pulled out his journal from his inner chest pocket and a small quill, enchanting it so it would not run out of ink before he opened the book. He turned past all the pages that held all of his scribbles of new spells and formulas he has been working on. Most of them were rubbish but he felt like he was getting close to something. He used his time waiting on his breakfast jotting down some notes. ulla |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 2:02:37 GMT
| | Remus was lost a hundred and fifty pages into a muggle novel, Catcher in the Rye. He was so close to finishing it, which had been the goal when he pulled it out of his coat pocket during breakfast at The Leaky Couldron. Well, breakfast was really just a cup of tea and some toast because it was the most inexpensive thing he could have ordered, and he tucked himself into a seat at a two person table against the wall. Mostly, he was hoping to be left alone and to be allowed to lose himself in the rest of his book. He liked it, too. He was really just killing some time for the morning, and it was a good morning. In another hour or so, he had an interview at Flourish and Blots for an open clerk position. It wasn't much, and it certainly wasn't the job he ever dreamed of having, but it would be something. Adulthood, he was discovering, was not so much about dreams coming true and more about just trying to make it day to day, or even full moon to full moon. He didn't realize when the door opened, he was so engrossed in his reading, or even when the waitress walked past his table towards the newly occupied one, but when the patron spoke, Remus was pulled instantly to the present moment. He would recognize that voice anywhere, much like he would recognize Lily or any of the Marauders. Severus Snape now sat a few tables away from him and had somehow missed him... or was doing a great job of ignoring him and pretending he didn't exist. If this was any indicator of his luck for the day, he figured he should bail on that interview and not even bother. (He wouldn't, of course, and sincerely hoped that Snape's presence wasn't an omen). Remus, unlike James and Sirius, did not hate Snape. He didn't like his fellow alum, and goodness knew he felt guilty enough for never stepping in to stop any of the pranks or teasing or, honestly, bullying. He never joined in, but not doing anything to stop it was just as bad. And then, of course, was the prank. The prank that they were all lucky had not ended Snape's life, the prank that sat at the back of Remus' mind, always, even if he'd forgiven Sirius for it, the prank that gave Snape knowledge about Remus that made the boy entirely uncomfortable. Snape was a wild card, anyway, and Remus didn't like anyone knowing about his 'furry little problem.' Especially not someone who he could consider an enemy. Remus sighed, but dropped his gaze back to his book. If Snape was ignoring him or hadn't noticed him, he was fine letting it stay that way. Once again, however, his luck was presented to him on a chipped white plate and a matching mug of coffee. "Oh, that's- I- wait, please-"The waitress walked away, rushed and having the same kind of day Remus suspected he was being set up to have and entirely ignoring what the boy was trying to say. Alone now, Remus looked down at Snape's breakfast, trying to will it away (and seriously considered levitating the meal over to him), and finally heaved a sigh. Dog earing the page of the book he was on, he got to his feet, grabbed the couple of dishes, and made his way to Snape's little table. "I think she gave me these by mistake." He paused for only a moment, then set both things at the edge of the table. Tag: Severus Theodisius Snape (the snape song may or may not be stuck in my head now) Words: 606 Notes: | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2018 4:39:11 GMT
PAINT ANOTHER PICTURE BLACK AND BLUE The sounds that his quill made when it drags across fresh parchment was one of the few things that found calming, even therapeutic. Severus developed the habit at a young age, keeping his mind busy. If his mind was preoccupied, it kept away those negative thoughts that crept inside his head. It has provide effective this far and has help in broadening his mind. If he was not so cynical he might have used his talent more openly, and maybe even have friends that would support him in his endeavors. However, that is not the case.
Here he sat, alone and working fruitlessly on projects that weren’t going to get him anywhere. His hand working the quill quickly across the parchment. His raven hair held a familiar shine to it as it hung free, before it got in his way which resulted in him tucking it behind his ear. He mostly grew into his nose now, but people still refuse to find new material when they lower themselves to taunting the boy. He often wonder if his life was always going to stay like this? Isolating himself from other because the years made him distrustful, and people being cruel to him just because it passes the time. These were the thoughts he tried to keep away.
"I think she gave me these by mistake."
The voice pulling him from his thoughts that were mixed with work and depression, his eyes drifting up to the man it belong to. It took a matter of second for his brain to register who the person before him was, and his body natural tilted back in suspicion while his back and shoulders tensed up. His eyes flashing wide for a moment before he tried to reign in his heightened emotions that this man presented him. He turned on his cold façade as his eyes followed the dishes being placed on the table.
“It would seem that the services here are lacking as of late,”
Was all that he allowed himself to say, if it were Black or Potter, he would those a few insult in there. Remus was a wild card to him. He still does not like the man because of the company he keeps, but mostly he was terrified of him. That night made him want to steer clear of him and now here he was. His eyes being drawn to the book in Lupin’s hand, reading over the title and letting out a small huff.
”…tasteful” ulla |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 1:13:22 GMT
| | Obviously, a huge part of why Remus' condition had been kept a secret, and why sending him to Hogwarts had been such a big deal, was for the safety of other students. Even so, Remus spent so long only knowing what other people should think if they knew, that he never quite faced the reality of it. His parents, of course, did not react in fear, nor had Dumbledore or Madam Pomphrey. He'd been convinced in second year when James, Sirius, and Peter figured it out that they were going to hate him- demand he sleep in a different dorm, or worse, demand he be removed from the school. They didn't, though, and Remus was left to think that the exception was actually the rule. That was, until Severus discovered his secret. He and Sirius still did not speak of that night. Remus was still angry, if he really thought about it for too long. Not only had Sirius used Remus' weakness for his own perverse pleasure, but he'd risked both Severus' life and his own. He remembered very clearly yelling at Sirius about what they do to werewolves that bite people, and what did he think they would do to one that killed a student? It was selfish, mean, and the only thing that Remus hadn't completely forgiven him for. It was just easier, then, that they didn't bring it up. Severus was the other factor in that equation, and the way he leaned away from Remus, instantly tensing, had the boy sighing softly. He supposed he couldn't expect much less, and tried to understand that he might have the same hesitation if the roles were reversed. Still, all things considered, Remus was one of the more gentle students at Hogwarts, and probably less likely to cause any damage than even some of the company Severus kept. None of that changed the fact that one night a month, he could very easily kill any human in his path with no regard. Selfishly, he wanted to be mad at Severus for his reaction, but he knew he couldn't be. "Right, well, she might be having a bad day or something." He almost commented that the woman must have been busy, but there were very few patrons present, and he didn't have the energy to try to come up with something more convincing. The inconvenience wasn't much to him to move the plates to the other table, but he was just as ready to turn back around and head back to his lukewarm cup of earl grey when Severus uttered another word. Of course he'd have to, and they couldn't leave this interaction at a minimum. "Sarcasm suits you," he responded too easily, long fingers tightening around the spine of the book. He was rather tempted to explain that the book was a favorite in muggle schools, that he wanted to see what the fuss was about, defend that he had also read War and Peace and The Good Earth and so many others, but he let all the words die at the back of his throat. It wouldn't do any good, and Snape surely didn't care or want to hear it. "Anyway, enjoy your breakfast."And then, the reason he got along so well with James and Sirius and Peter presented itself in a half smirk and an addendum to that parting sentence. "While you can." It could have gone two ways, but as Remus had already spent a couple years trying to get on Snape's good side, apologize, beg him not to tell anyone what he knew... he knew where that path lead. Tag: Severus Theodisius Snape Words: 609 Notes: I'm so so so sorry I was gone. Work was brutal but I am back and here you are, lovely. | |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2018 19:19:18 GMT
PAINT ANOTHER PICTURE BLACK AND BLUE The events of this day were not adding into his favor it would seem, his dark eyes doing a quick dart around the tavern. In search of the other two. Thankfully the man was alone this time…odd. It was highly unlikely. Was this a trick? Perhaps Potter and Black were in hiding somewhere inside the building, waiting for the right time to strike while Lupin kept him distracted. He suddenly wished he chosen a table with a wall at his back, he felt too exposed at his table. He hand dropping his quill onto his notes, resting his arm onto the table top while the other reached for his wand inside his robe from under the table.
He knew he was being overly paranoid, but that is what happens when you are torment by a group as malicious as Potter and Black for years. Lupin was not as bad but there was a saying that stands true in his case “you are the company you keep” Remus was no better than the other two in his eyes. More so now than he knows his deep dark secret…not by his choice. Black twisted form of a joke. Between their joke and Lupins secret, he was nearly killed….and he was not laughing. Of course, then the boy found out he came to Severus to apologize but he wanted to be nowhere near him… mostly because he was scared of the boy. Even so now that he is working with the death eaters, hearing the rumors of the werewolves attacks.
"Right, well, she might be having a bad day or something
Remus tried to make an excuse for the waitress, and it wasn’t very clever. Normally he was very good at making excuses for the pair he follows around. It was almost a let down. “Clearly.” his eyes boring into the man when he mentioned his sarcasm. It earn him an irksome smirk, “Perhaps you should apply here Lupin, they obviously will hire anyone…no matter their….differences.” Making a few jabs in that statement, his hand tightly wrapped around the hilt of his wand underneath his robe as his eyes ran over Remus.
"Anyway, enjoy your breakfast. While you still can,
The threat nearly faltered his cold front, causing the man to gulp back his fear as his eyes bore into Lupin’s. His arm that came to rest on the table now moving, reaching his hand out to take ahold of his coffee mug and bring it to his lips, taking a small sip. It tasted burnt. He kept his mug close to his lips as he peered over the rim at the man. ”all that bark will get you in trouble Lupin…” he took another long sip of his coffee, reminding him of his secret.
464 words @junebug Sorry it took awhile to get back. Here is a sassy severus ulla |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2018 21:30:18 GMT
| | By then, Remus had moved back to his own table, wanting nothing more than to relax into his cup of tea and forget that Severus was even there. It shouldn't have been that difficult, considering the lack of friendliness and conversation between them- not for lack of trying on Remus' part, of course, but he doubted he and the other boy would ever be on friendly terms. He understood James' dislike- Snape had been after Lily since the beginning, practically, and Remus felt confident enough that even if James hadn't been in the picture, Lily would have ended up with him instead of the Slytherin. Sirius, of course, was too loyal too James and all too eager to prove the fact, especially where tormenting Snape was concerned. For Sirius, it was just fun and Snape was an easy target. Remus even agreed that he was just as bad as the others- he and Peter both. Maybe they didn't join in as much, but they did nothing to stop it. Until the incident. None of that had been Remus' doing, and had Sirius given him the option to voice an opinion on it, he would have been adamantly against it. It was dangerous and had the potential to wreck several lives- something Sirius clearly had not thought through when he convinced Snape to see what the Whomping Willow was hiding. After that incident, Remus never took part in any of the pranks against Snape, and whether or not the boy would believe it, if he caught wind of something being planned, he voiced his displeasure. Almost letting me kill him was enough, wasn't it? That question usually shut down the conversation, at least while he was around. Not that any of this was apparent to Snape, and Remus didn't particularly feel like explaining anything to him. Especially when it seemed pretty obvious that they were never going to be friendly with each other, even if they were in a place where they could tolerate each other. Of course, now that Snape knew he was there, his table was well within view. He should have just grabbed his book and left, but he still had some time to kill, and he wasn't about to give Snape the satisfaction of running him out of the place. He rolled his eyes, opting not to respond to the comment about applying there. Despite the fact that the thought already crossed his mind, he really didn't need Snape rubbing that in. It was easier to just ignore the comment... Still, Remus' fingers tightened their grip around his mug, his jaw ticked, just slightly. It lasted for only a second, though, and the boy was quick to relax and hopefully avoid any kind of confrontation. He somehow doubted that things wouldn't escalate if he didn't put a stop to the snide remarks. His own fault for throwing that comment in. And then, of course, Snape continued. His eyes met Snape's with a heat that was rare to see in Remus' gaze, and while the look dissipated quickly, Remus had pulled his lip back and offered a snarl before he could think better of it. It was something he did with James and Sirius and Peter a lot, in jest of course. and he certainly didn't mean it as any kind of threat with Snape. So much for a peaceful morning, he thought, irritation itching just under his skin at the entire interaction. He'd started it all kindly enough, hadn't he? Rather than watch to see how the boy might respond, Remus just picked up his book, hoping it was enough to diffuse a situation he was otherwise only exacerbating. Tag: Severus Theodisius Snape Words: 613 Notes: I love Snape so much. | |
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