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"I can't sleep" Starters
[ contents below are super cute and might get a lil angsty! ]
"C-can you stay for a while?"
"Rub my back please?"
"Don't leave me."
"What do you do when you can't sleep?"
"Why are you still up?!"
"You need to sleep!"
"Do you know what time it is?"
"You should be sleeping..."
"Are you okay?"
"I'll get you a glass of water."
"Sleep with me?"
"Please stay."
"I don't want to sleep alone."
"I'm scared of the dark..."
"I had a nightmare."
mollymomfriend:
Molly was ALWAYS interested in the differences that Severus found. How he ever thought to make the changes that he did astounded her though, really, she supposed it was much like finding just the right fix to a recipe. Cooking and potion brewing were extraordinarily similar, really. She wondered, briefly, how he’d fair at food preparation.
An Aging potion, huh? She looked over his notes carefully. When they were finished setting up she was going to have to transfer the corrections down into her own book. She read through the potion carefully, wand hovering over the ingredients section and sliding along so she did not lose her place.
She reached into her bag and began to pull out other herbs and she put some she had already taken out but didn’t need away.
“You’re so smart, Sev,” Molly sighed suddenly as she arranged the jars neatly. “If I had half the brains as you, I think I’d be set for life.”
Yeah, she was good at things. Important things if you asked the right people but she did not possess the same sort of raw cleverness that was truly useful.
“I had a good teacher.” the Slytherin replied with a subtle softening to his features as he pulled out the final supplies from his bag, flicking his wand to preform a quick Aguamenti on his cauldron, filling the banes before he set flames alight at the base.
“And no, I don’t mean Slughorn.” It wasn’t as if their professor was by any means bad at potions himself, the wizard actually seemed quite knowledgeable in the art Severus had realized after finally seeing the potions master in action. He just happened to be absolute rubbish at communicating that knowledge onto others, and therefore was a terrible choice for a teacher in the subject. No, the one to teach Severus the proper way to look at potion making, to truly understand the art was in fact his mother.
“Anyone could learn if they had the patience to study it.” he dismissed.
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Hey guys, guess what? I’m not dead. Ughh, its been a week I’ll tell you. Anyway, since I’ve been MIA for several days I’m going to drop all the little threads that spawned from memes. (Not my plotted threads with Molly and Remus though, those I will be replying to shortly) So come hit up my IM so I can plot with more of you lovely people!
Of Man and Monster
rmusjlupin:
“Sorry,” he bit out, shoving himself away from the tall Slytherin, electing to ignore his jibe about going on all fours. Keeping his eyes to the floor, he raked his hand though his hair uncomfortably. Humiliated by his desperate clinging and guilty over what had happened last semester, he was nonetheless surprised when Snape didn’t leave as soon as he had been released. The other seventh year was still standing there, staring at him.
Part of what made being a werewolf difficult was the fact the no matter how hard he tried to focus, once the full moon had come, memories weren’t so much memories as nightmares. Everything was distorted and strange, and he had found he couldn’t tell the difference between a night terror or a remembrance more often than not. Since Padfoot and Prongs had started helping out, things had gotten better, but he still had had to be told that nearly killing Snape was more than a bad dream. A part of him wanted to explain that, but another part was just grateful that Snape hadn’t just run screaming away from him tonight, or announced his condition to the whole school yet.
“I’m not about to… you-know again,” He said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. “I-it’s only once a month.” Why was he saying this?! This was material covered by first years, of course Snape already knew that. “So you can resume whatever you were doing now.”
For once in his life, Remus didn’t have a witty retort, and he didn’t know quite what to do with himself.
“I’m well aware, as any first year should know. Your condition doesn’t frighten me Lupin.” He’d had the Headmasters assurances, that and with the extensive reading he had done since the incident he knew quite well that the one before him was no more a threat to him then any other student here at Hogwarts, as long as he wasn’t tricked into facing his moon soaked counterpart again he didn’t exactly care about the horrors that ailed him.
“Oh very well, now that I have your permission I’ll just be on my way then,” he scoffed, turning with a flourish of his school robes as he stomped off toward the Dungeons where the Slytherin common rooms lay, he was in and out in moments, with nothing on him now but his wand and the silly prefects badge he only bothered to pin onto his robes during these rounds.
He entered the Prefects common room, ignoring the others in the room as he made his way to the tacked up sheet with the rounds and partnerships posted for the week, squinting until he found his own name among the neat, and all to familiar scrawl. Scanning it quickly his eyes stopped on the name of the one he’d be patrolling with all week, of course it would be Remus Lupin. It was almost as if fate enjoyed inconveniencing him. With a sign he took the nearest chair and waited for the Gryffindor to show up.
mollymomfriend:
Molly frowned openly at the stain. Really now, she knew his old cauldron was terrible, but did all of his robes look like that? Again she found herself fighting her own nature. All she wanted to do was to repair the things…
What was the name of that book again? If she thought one of her friends would have needed the information she would have committed the title to memory. Instead she wracked her brain for a moment, hip jutted to the side and a hand rising to her chin to tap it as she remembered.
“I think ,” she began, lips pursed as she found the memory she needed, “the book was called Himlada’s Handbook to Happy Household Witchery.”
“Wonderful.” he said with a bit of a huff, all he needed was for Potter or Black to spy him reading from a book with that ridicules title for him to end up upside down with his pants on display for the whole school again. He supposed he could transfigure the title to some potions book or another thought to save himself the looks.
He busied himself for another moment, taking out the various supplies they would need for this class as other students finally began to file into the classroom, Slughorn was going to be late again it seemed. Turning his head toward Molly again he added a ‘Thank you’ with a nod, his gaze on anything but her.
Back to business, an entirely more comfortable place for the Slytherin he slid his potions text in between them both on the table, the page he’d flipped to covered in his own scrawled corrections. “If Slughorn intends to follow the plan he gave us at the start of the year today we’re working on the Ageing Potion. I’ve noted a few modifications to the recipe I believe will be useful if you’re interested...”
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Hiii, sorry for the being so quiet on my end, not feeling well again. Guess that what you get with a shitty immune system paired with riding a city bus to school every morning, does anyone know how to cover their mouths when they cough? Can’t wait for winter to be over. Anyway been doing my usual ‘try to sleep it off thing’ but I’ll see about getting some posts out soon!
‘ After all you’ve put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? ’
“I had hoped our friendship was still worth something to you.” the Slytherin frowned, “It was a mistake Lily. You know I didn’t mean to say it, not to you.” and if he was being truthful to himself, not to anyone really, he may have hated his own muggle father, and perhaps that was why he always felt an amount of anger towards them as a whole because of him, but he didn’t truly detest muggles like most other Slytherins did. If anyone had shown him that not all non magic folk were alike it had been Lily. Then he had gone and dashed what little hope she had still had in him still after all these years he had spent with the other Slytherins. “How can I show you that I’m sorry?”
cruelcarrow:
‘ didn’t think so. just making sure. halfbloods, halfbreeds… all the fucking same anyway. ‘ he smirked. the carrow boy had spent most of his summer in knockturn alley. as often as he could outside the house.
“You do realize Carrow, without half-bloods like myself it would be in-breeding for all you pure blood families. I know you’re not particularly well read but I’m sure you know how well that works out.” he glanced up at the other with a roll of his coal black eyes, he was use to the occasional jabs by now after nearly seven years of it, they tolerated him, but they would never accept him.
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mollymomfriend:
Did he need his robes mended? Household spells were something Molly had recently gotten interested in but she had been using a needle and thread since she was old enough not to poke herself with every stitch. There was something therapeutic about sitting in front of a roaring fire to do needlework.
She managed to reign in the urge to ask him if he wanted her to fix them. Severus was already somewhat suspicious and being overly nice might result in the rejection of the cauldron for fear it was all part of some cruel scheme or joke.
“You know, there are some good spells for mending robes,” she offered instead, bringing her hands together in front of her, tip of her wand pointing down towards her shoes. “There’s a book about household magic in the library if you’re interested in learning how.”
He’d been aware, he’d just never thought to use them. That and his mother had been forbidden to use magic in the house by his father, so in the small amount of time Eileen had to show him what she knew cleaning and mending spells had never come up. “It could be...useful” he agreed easily, less worry about replacing items he mistakenly ruined, or had been ruined by others if he learned the proper spell to fix them. “I could fix things like this?” he asked, showing her the yellowish stain around his sleeve he that had dipped into some potion or another.
“What is this book called?” he asked her moving the cauldron slightly to his preferred brewing position, and carefully untying the ribbon around the handle so it didn’t catch fire the moment he set a potion bubbling. Discreetly though he slid the black ribbon into his bag as he made to pull out his worn copy of Advanced Potion Making.
’ You’d better not have rabies. ’
“Should I not be asking you that question Lupin?” he asked, brow raising as he looked back at his fellow prefect, giving the other an unamused stare as they sat across from one another, slacking off when they should in fact be doing their rounds. But as it turned out neither were particularly interested in them and Lupin’s company had proved at least tolerable now that he seemed to want to make up for nearly killing Severus.
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“I have no problem with cats” he replied, eyeing the thing in the girls arms. He had a cat after all, or a cat had him he still wasn’t quite sure about the logistics behind Vex’s appearance in his life. “I’m unsure that is one however.” he’d never seen one so large in a domestic variety, it looked more like a small tiger.
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Tonight was the first time since the beginning of the semester that Remus was called upon to perform one of his prefect-ly duties: the night patrol. Not having been assigned to the normal, bi-weekly roster had raised some eyebrows around the school. It didn’t matter that the teachers had set his schedule up to avoid the full moon, claiming it was for the sake of Remus’ weak and sickly nature, people still whispered. You didn’t have to be a genius to know that.
As dinner ended, he rose from the table and headed out of the Great Hall to find out who he was paired with to patrol this evening. As he pushed the enormous door open, his shoe snagged on a seam in the stone floor, and he fell forward, only to be halted in his tumble by a pair of arms. Smiling sheepishly, he looked up to offer his thanks, and froze, smile wiped off his face in a flash.
Severus Snape was holding him up.
He gulped, guilt flooding him at the memory of how he had almost killed Severus last semester during one of his transformations.
The seventh year Slytherin was more or less distracted, having just left the Great Hall from dinner to head back to his common room to drop off his things before he began his rounds. The duties of a prefect weren’t particularly enjoyable to him, nor did he find the few perks granted to them to be entirely worth the extra work but he took the job none the less, it seemed to make his mother happy in the few hushed conversations involving anything magical they’d managed before his father returned from work.
Severus had stalled in his steps to readjust his book bag, stepping off of the main walk as he did so when the door to the Great Hall pulled open beside him, and before he knew he had an armful of another student. Momentarily stunned it took the Slytherin longer than it should have to react, looking down to see none other that Remus bloody Lupin, friend of those other three idiots, the very one who had nearly murdered him last term staring back up at him. He more than likely would have dropped the other in an instant if he hadn’t been clutching his robes so tightly. “You may release me any time you know.” Severus spoke, his ton a touch harder than normal. “Or have you suddenly forgotten how to walk, if I remember correctly four legs is your preferred style.” he bit out. Despite his words it wasn’t Lupin he faulted for the incident, he had done hours of reading on the subject of Werewolves before and after he’d nearly been killed by one, he knew the other was not in his proper mind during the change, it was Potter and Black who deserved the blame but it didn’t mean he had to be any nice to him.
’ The managers a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ’
‘ i didn’t know you ran with that crowd, sev. don’t want to be a vampire? ‘
“Not for all the gallons in the world Carrow. I prefer to have my humanity intact.” his attempt at summer employment had nearly ended disastrously, it was the last time he would look for such a thing in Knockturn Alley of all places, but he had been desperate.
’ Leave my mother out of this. ’
“Your mother, you mean the muggle?” he asked her, a dark brow raising over top of the textbook he glanced over. It wasn’t as if he had intentionally learned her parentage, it just so happened that various student’s blood statuses happened to be quite a regular topic of conversation in the Slytherin common room, perhaps his ears might have piqued when he heard her name come up, but it wasn’t as if it mattered to him, he was a half-blood too after all. “Are you expecting some vitriol about your blood status to spew from my mouth Campbell?” he asked of course she would assume based on his house no doubt. “Despite rumors” and certain incidents he would rather forget “I could not care in the slightest who your parents are.” he said, his eyes falling back to the text before him before he added, “My own father is a muggle”
◆ —— LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.
’ Why are you all wet? ‘
’ Aloha! ’
’ You’re vile. You’re foul. You’re flawed. ‘
’ Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. ’
’ If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. ’
’ I remember everyone that leaves. ’
’ You! You’re the cause of all this. ’
’ This is my family. I found it all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Ya. Still good. ’
’ Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw. ’
’ No more caffeine for you. ’
’ Did you lose your job because of me? ‘
’ The managers a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ’
’ Trust me, this isn’t gonna end well. ’
’ I’m sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face. ’
’ GIve us a sign you understand any of this. ’
’ Show us that there is something inside you that is good. ’
’ I didn’t teach him that. ’
’ Come on, what’s the big deal? ’
’ Leave my mother out of this. ’
’ You are such a pain. ’
’ Then why don’t you sell me and buy me a rabbit instead? ’
’ I hate it when you use Ohana against me. ’
’ I’m lost. ’
’ Don’t interact with her. ’
’ Oh, we can’t do that. Uh-uh. That would be a misuse of resources. ’
’ Why do you act so weird? ’
’ You look familiar. ’
’ We’re a broken family, aren’t we? ’
’ I shouldn’t have yelled at you. ’
’ You are built to destroy. You can never belong. ’
’ We need something that can defend itself. Something that won’t die. ’
’ I hear you cry at night. ’
’ Do you dream about them? ’
’ You came back. ’
’ Nobody gets left behind. ’
’ I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. ‘
’ His destructive programming is taking effect. ’
’ Did you ever kill anyone? ’
’ Are you.. happy? ’
’ I am the one they call when things go wrong and things have, indeed, gone wrong. ’
’ Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. ’
‘ If you want, you could be a part of our family. ’
’ We’d raise you to be good. ’
’ She likes your butt and fancy hair. ’
’ I read her diary. ’
’ Not guilty! My experiments are only theoretical, and completely within legal boundaries. ’
’ He was designed to be a monster, but now he has nothing to destroy. ’
’ I never gave him a greater purpose. ’
’ What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to look back on in the middle of the night? ’
’ If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions. ’
’ Stupid head. ’
’ Did you catch fire again? ’
’ This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that. ’
’ Don’t leave me, okay? ’
’ Do you want to be taken away? ’
’ You’re just jealous 'cause I’m pretty! ’
’ My friends need to be punished. ’
’ Heard you lost your job. ’
’ Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience. '
‘ After all you’ve put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? ’
’ He’s very persuasive. '
’ I know you had something to do with this. ’
’ Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment and insanity to my list of things I did today. ’
’ I prefer to be called evil genius. ’
’ You smell like a lawn mower. ’
’ I have just determined the situation to be far too hazardous! ’
’ Don’t worry. I won’t hit her. ’
’ This is low even for you! ’
’ You are all mine. ’
’ You know I have no choice. ’
‘ Please don’t do this. ’
’ You’re making this harder than it needs to be. ’
’ She needs me. ’
’ Leave me alone to die. ’
’ What is that monstrosity? ’
’ Does this look infected to you? ’
’ You’d better not have rabies. ’
’ Hiding behind your little friend won’t work anymore. ’
’ Didn’t I tell you? We got fired this morning. ’
’ That is the ugliest thing I have ever saw! ’
’ It has no place among us. ’
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I think I’m caught up now? (if I missed you let me know!) So feel free to send me plot idea’s guys, even just like...wisps of sort of ideas, we’ll make ‘em in to sweet threads. P.s. I love putting Sev into weird situations.
