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Order & Longing

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An intelligent young witch, Elodie Greenbriar, is appointed to the position of Herbology professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As the threat of You-Know-Who looms over the wizarding world, Elodie finds her responsibilities extending far beyond the classroom when an opportunity arises to join the Order of the Phoenix. In her efforts to aid the Order, she finds unexpected solace, and begins to long for her equally brilliant and enigmatic colleague, Professor Severus Snape.

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ritathecat

Severus Snape - 1985

ldoggi

Ni yo se que titulo ponerle pero siento que este a sido mi dibujo mas intimo

skripart

Severus' suffering and Dumbledore's amusement 💅

maajoramu-art

18/01/‎2026

plighthouse

v1ktorian

warm take: I think Severus from that one fan film is the peak fan cast and no other fan cast compares to them

bambistan

I'm not a massive snily shipper...

But if someone says "Always" about me, I'm folding IMMEDIATELY.

souryam

like if someone shows me an extremely powerful Light spell that is the purest depiction of their soul and its the same as mine I'm marrying them unfortunately

kheta

I don’t actually like Snily except for Feral!Lily Snily.

I don’t care about a mournful Snape who wants to make amends with the most perfect best friend in the world. I don’t care for regretful Snape who needed to lose his best friend to realise he was a prejudice bigot.

Give me Lily Evans who has had one constant her whole life. Lily Evans who knows every single cruel, bitter thing to say to hurt Snape. Lily Evans who has hated the other Slytherin’s far before blood-purity rhetoric was being sprout, because they were too comfortable encroaching on her territory. A Lily Evans who is visibly thrilled, pupils dilating from the intense, singular attention she garners from wide, onyx eyes. A Lily Evans who forces her way into all of Snape’s hobbies, making a home next to him, arms and legs brushing. A Lily Evans who drags Snape through Hogsmeade by his hand, pretending it’s his reluctance, his discomfort that makes her lovingly join their fingers and not her own selfish desires. A Lily Evans who argues with her parents, with her sister, with her friends for the boy who lives down Spinner Ends, because Severus Snape had called her a witch at all of nine and she’s wanted to know all of him ever since. Give me Lily Evans, the girl who let herself be dragged to Quidditch matches she doesn’t care for because even though he acts otherwise, Snape has an obsession with the game. Give me Lily Evans who poured over potion books for hours just to keep up with Snape when he’s in a ranting mood. Allow me to see Lily Evans, a princess to everyone but her equally as cruel, equally as brilliant best friend. The girl who gossiped with her best friend under trees and archways and between classes but the Gryffindor who also used the same snark to the faces of the people she badmouthed. The girl with a sneer as twisted as a future potion master. I want to see the girl who managed to get distrustful, sarcastic, socially inept Severus Snape to be wholly and truly obsessed with her.

Lily Evans who is sarcastic and obsessive and for all she hates him, can’t live in a world without Snape. Who has thought about shoving him against the wall during an argument to shut his stupid, brilliant mouth shut. Who has thought just as often about kissing him when he’s studying with her because his voice does something to her. Who had mentally prepared a whole argument on what they should name their kids and why. Who has a thousand and one torn pages of love letters she never sent. A Lily Evans who had never imagined a world without Severus Snape but can no longer picture her world with him. Who cries herself to sleep because she can’t love him anymore. Who can’t even look at him without getting mad, because he didn’t just shout a slur, he said it to her, he cut into her. It wasn’t that he was a bigot that made her give up on him, it was that he was a bigot to her. He turned on her and that was the final straw. Because no matter how much he liked the Dark Arts or he had other friends who were plain evil. No matter the red flags and the shouted arguments and the exchanged hexes with the marauders, and the passing of blame, Severus was supposed to be hers. Was supposed to pick her. The fact that he didn’t. The fact that he picked anyone else over her. It was the last straw.

And that. That is the Snily I want. The one about two obsessive, unintentionally cruel and intentionally vindictive people who knew each other as well as they knew their own body. About two wildly different, wildly loyal and wildly in love friends, who gave up on being together not because they did not love each other, but they knew that love could not be enough.

souryam

this is just canon snily to me like I refuse to believe they weren't completely insane like that