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Severus Tobias Snape. 17 year old 7th year. Slytherin loser. Death Eater.

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any students that scare you?

“ James Potter. He reminds me of my father Not really.

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anyone you wish to know better?

“Evan seems like a person I could tolerate.”

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who are your two least favorite students in the castle and why?

“I despise everyone so this question is irrelevant. But if I have to pick. James Potter. an obvious reason. He’s an arsehole that only cares about himself. He’s cruel and just a complete and utter piece of shit. I hope he dies at a young age. Amos Diggory he makes me uncomfortable.

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what do you regret the most?

“I bet you are expecting me to say losing Lily. But you’d be surprised. Being born into my family. I’ll end up killing that muggle asshole eventually.”

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“Flirting?” oh dear Merlin.... he was Terriable in the flirting department. Flirtatious banter wasn’t something he did. Not even when he was with Lily. “I don’t do..... flirting.” It was a foriegn concept. “Does kissing have to be involved?”

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leaning back in his chair, he looked at her with intrigue. Was that a smile gracing the Slytherin boy’s lips. It was a rare shit to behold on Severus Snape. “I don’t really know the rules of a fake relationship; seeing as I’ve only been in one and it was real.” This was an insane idea, but it could actually work. The two were close after all.

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“I don’t know if Lily is the jealous type, Lu.” He told her truthfully before he rummaged through his notes for the answer to an assignment. “Besides. What poor soul would ever do that for me? I don’t know any girl or boy that would fake being my significant other...” he mumbled before his lips pursed together. “Unless. You?”

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Severus was never one to take help from someone, let alone in Potions. He stared at the bubbling liquid in the Black sibling’s Cauldron. He found it odd that she’d help him like this. He wouldn’t have done it—- yet his fingers grabbed the flask from his robes and collected the others potion. He had been on Slughorn’s bad side ever since he denied the position in his so called club. Perhaps this was a blessing? The geezer would have knocked him down a mark, no doubt. Rising from his chair; he handed in the assignment. He was given a dirty look but he just returned it before walking back. “Alright, Black. What do you want? A favor?”

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“and how do I do that?” He asked curiously. He had only been with one person; and that was Lily. Even when they broke up, she was all he wanted. He never attempted to move on.

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@evuhns

He didn’t know if he could do it anymore. Every fiber of his being missed her. He was stupid, letting his insecurities and others influence his mood. He shouldn’t have pushed her away. He should have took the heartbreak. And now he just missed talking to her.

A shuddered sigh left him as he didn’t make any attempt to stop the tears that fell from onyx hues. He sat in their old spot. Their little haven outside the herbology classroom. The tree sprouted flowers in the spring; sadly the tree had shed it’s leaves for the winter. Yet, the Slytherin boy managed to find some winter flowers; nestled in his hand as he waited.

He needed to mend what he broke. It was a nasty insult; one thrown out of anger and bitterness. Did she get his owl? He hoped Fridget dropped it off to her in the Great Hall. His owl was rather—- dim.

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“I have top marks in this class. One mistake wouldn’t be my downfall.” His eyes slowly wandered to her hand reaching down for his empty flash. Brows furrowed together before he snatched his flask away and placed it into his robes. A huff and pulling down his sleeves, he grabbed his wand and placed the Mending spell on his cauldron. It would work for now but in time, he’d have to get a new one. “At least you can add a good mark on this class. Perhaps you’ll pass after all. I’m so proud.”

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“she’ll come back...” a glint of denial glimmered in dark hues. “I’ve loved her since the day I met her.. I just have to show her how much she means to me again.” He looked back to at his broken cauldron. “Perhaps I’ll hide out in the dorms this year...”

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“well; I may appear foolish but I have to credit you, Black. You actually managed to create a proper potion.” A slow; rather condescending clap was given. “Bravo.”

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“If I said yes, you’d call me a liar.” He spoke softly. He knew Lucinda all too well, and honestly; she knew him well. It was an odd thing that he’d find friendship among his house. Her and Lucius seemed to be the only ones nice to him. “I can’t stop thinking about... her... and having to go home for Christmas... I’d much rather stay here...” not like there was much to go back to at Christmas. His parents didn’t care, much less get him anything. A nice new bruise perhaps?

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a softened sigh of annoyance passed lips. He let her enchant the spot away. “Kind. You? The thought appalls me.” He mumbled before he stared down at his broken cauldron. “I wonder what went wrong...” he scratched the side of his head. “My mind isn’t in the right place. I never mess up a potion..”

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“You must find it hilarious.” Voice cold as ice passed his lips. He dusted off the school robes; soot falling to the ground. Severus Snape had managed to mess up ingredients in a potion; causing an explosion that broke his cauldron in half. Looks like he will have to beg his mother for a new one; he doubted he’ll get one. He’d have to borrow one of Slughorn’s; a thought that made him groan.