Solitude and Salamander Blood

Severus Snape. 18. Death Eater. "I fail to understand why being empty is the heaviest burden to bear."

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Scrambling || Severus + Open

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“Happy to help.” Gladys raised an eyebrow as she twisted her tongue around the ice cream cone in her hand. Anyone who was on any level of friendship with James knew exactly who Severus was. Though, Gladys herself hadn’t had terribly much personal interaction with him.

“Well, then I think you should expand your idea of a vision because I look terribly good today and the ice cream only adds to the allure.” She sniffed a little indignantly, but her voice was softer as she asked her next question, “You alright?” Considering how unfamiliar with one another as they were it was overstepping to ask something and expect an answer, but he seemed off and she couldn’t help but ask. 

Severus snorted. “Your appearance is only determined by those who see you, not you yourself.” He’d be damn if some girl could decide that she herself was beautiful while he was left to bathe in the scorn of his peers. “I thought ice cream was more.... for children. “ He shrugged, brushing off the fact that he was being a complete prick to this girl for absolutely no reason. 

“I’m fine.” But even as he said the words he could see the shaking in his hands and feel the clamminess of his own skin. Of course Severus Snape was not fine. He was caught in a web that seemed more impossible very day to untangle. He took a drag from his cigarette and flipped his hair backwards, trying to keep it together. 

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Happenstance || Severus and Lily

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Lily couldn’t help but laugh, a dry, hollow sound coming from her as she willed her eyes not to roll. “Blood status has seeped into potions?” She couldn’t even feign surprise as she shook her head. Everything aspect of their world was choosing sides now, there was no possible way to sit idly by anymore. “People are so filled with hatred that they are blaming potions blowing up on blood status? Sit in on any first year potions classroom, hell, any seventh year potions class. It happens to everyone because we’re human, regardless of who our parents are.” Letting out a sigh, she crossed her arms, realizing her voice had risen as she was speaking, her manners reflecting his own.

“I will never pretend to understand where these people are coming from. How a hatred can be so deep rooted that it blinds everything else in sight.” She finally finished, voice low as her eyes trained down. 

He’d brought up the differences in blood status in potion because it had interested him, not because he wanted a debate on blood purity. Blood purity this, blood purity that. He couldn't isolate himself from it for more than five minutes without it being dragged back into his life, serving as singlemost upsetting reminder that this entire war was what cost him the friendship of the girl in front of him. “It’s not that they’re blaming it on blood status, Lil. Fundamentally, muggleborns and purebloods approach potioncare differently because of how we were raised, which causes there to be discrepancy in what the best method is.” He didn’t want to talk about the fighting, not with her. It was a wound too raw in both of them, as he saw it. 

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Scrambling || Severus + Open

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Merlin what was his problem? She hadn’t been doing anything to him - just standing, which wasn’t a problem. It shouldn’t matter to him what she was doing. And she wanted to say something just as cutting to him but she couldn’t. It went against her nature and she wasn’t good at things like that anyway.

“Luckily for me I’m not trying to disprove you. I don’t even know you so it doesn’t matter what you think of me.” Which was, for the most part, true. Her frustration had come from the word choice more than anything else. She didn’t like language like that, especially directed toward her.

Severus rolled his eyes- women seemed more insufferable to him by the day, but women in a huff seemed so much more unbearable to him, especially when he was on the verge of his head seemingly splitting in two. “If you’re not trying to disprove me then why on earth are you still standing here?” He couldn’t lie- he was intrigued as to why she hadn’t spit in his face and apparated off at this point- it was the expected reaction at this point. 

“Of course it doesn’t matter.... Our words don’t mean much at this point.” He wave his hand dismissively, the smoke of his cigarette illuminating the path of his hand. “Doesn’t stop the fact that people still care.”

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Scrambling || Severus + Open

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Emme didn’t make a habit of standing around staring at nothing. Usually she did her daydreaming or planning somewhere safe - most often in her room, early in the morning. But this was an absent-minded sort of day, where she wandered around with her head in the clouds, not really paying attention to anything going on around her. 

However, she was pulled out of her thoughts by a rude voice interrupting them, blinking and turning a startled look in the speaker’s direction. “Excuse me? I look like a what?” While most of the emotion in her voice was bafflement - she didn’t think she had ever been called anything like that before - there was also a touch of irritation. She wasn’t hurting anyone, and certainly not him. They weren’t close enough for her to be a bother, and no one else was paying any attention to them.

Huffing, she folded her arms and looked away, trying to quell the irritation because it wasn’t that big of a deal, in the long run. But it was still irritating.

“Fucking wank- my apologies for not enunciating.” Severus knew he was being a prick, but after the evening he’d had, he didn’t want to be be nice to anyone- in fact he wanted to be the opposite of nice. In hindsight, he would wake up in the morning and feel a small tinge of regret for being a bastard, but it seemed moreso than ever that that was a daily occurrence, so he was usually able to just brush it off without a wayward thought.

He took a drag of his cigarette, noticing that the woman- he could see that now- was not pleased with what he had said. 

“You know you’re not disproving me by just standing there like that.”

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Favorite sport?

Dodging any form of intimacy. 

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Worst injury you ever had?

The headache you’re giving me. 

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what was your best class in hogwarts?

Fingerpainting. 

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Severus & Lily  

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Scrambling || Severus + Open

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The world was in chaos. At least that was what everything was saying. Narcissa could not care less. She had always despised the Ministry. A protest was a something waiting to happen. She would’ve even find it amusing if the rumours that it had been orchestrated by Aversio had not reached her ears.

The group was getting bolder by the minute. They had to be taught a lesson.

Hope was a fickle thing, and that’s what the Order operated under. But open defiance, like Aversio, that was a very dangerous thing.

It was a solace that for now the two groups found themselves at a crossroads. It made it easier for the Death Eaters to bring them down. But they had to act fast, before the two groups found themselves agreeing to take on the stronger foe.

It was dangerous to wander out at this time of night, Narcissa was well aware of that, but so close to Knocturn Alley, she did not felt scared. The people walking around these parts would be more than glad to thrown themselves in harms way to keep her safe. In her musings Narcissa spotted a familiar figure. Severus Snape. A promising young man, not much older than her dear Regulus. The Dark Lord had taken a special interest in him, and Narcissa was sure the boy, well young man, would certainly prove himself soon.

❝Oh Sev, I’m going to let that slide because this light made it impossible to see it was me❞ she said in a sweet voice, ❝I’m sure you didn’t want to call me that.❞ 

Narcissa walked a few steps closer to him, ❝are you alright? You look unwell❞ concern laced her voice. He was so young, she could not help but think about Regulus.

Just like that, Severus knew his moment of weakness was over. There were people in this world, and then there were people. He didn’t so much care if a stranger witnessed him vomiting like a prepubescent boy, (Who was he kidding, he definitely did) but he didn’t trust that Narcissa might mention it to someone, who would mention it to someone, and suddenly Severus was weak... again.

He straightened himself up and took another drag, flipping his hair out of his eyes. “Apologies Narcissa.” He said earnestly. “I thought you were.... someone else.” Someone without the power to royally fuck me. 

“I’m fine,” He assured her, looking at his cigarette so that he could avoid meeting her gaze. “I don’t think supper is sitting with me particularly well, but I suppose I should expect as much when eating at a hole in the wall, you know.” No, he was quite sure Narcissa didn’t know, but he was still learning these asinine rules by which the game of purebloodedness was played.