⁂
oozey mess
Janaina Medeiros
#extradirty
One Nice Bug Per Day
hello vonnie
Origami Around
KIROKAZE
Keni
art blog(derogatory)
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Xuebing Du
Andulka
Discoholic 🪩
★
AnasAbdin
ojovivo
No title available
Monterey Bay Aquarium
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Brazil
seen from Italy
seen from Hungary
seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil
seen from Belarus
seen from Iraq
seen from United Kingdom
seen from France
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from Mexico
seen from Mexico
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@severeseverussnape
Peeves!
No, I got what I needed thanks.
*grins*
The fuck is going on here? This slimy git bothering you, Evans? Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk to people above you, Snivellus?
Got what exac- Huh? Black- …
Look, nothing, okay. I was just... uh, just kidding, Lily.
And keep your nose out of this, Black. What, you and Potter own her now? Don't want her talking to anyone who could actually pass their O.W.Ls?
Peeves!
Oh, the one about the Gamp’s Laws? Yeah, I think I saw that one strewn about in the mens. The state it was in… not much saving….
…Fantastic. Erm…was there something I could do for you?
No, I got what I needed thanks.
Peeves!
Why, is he bothering you? I could help you out with that.
Oh, he just ran off with my essay. I can take care of it, thanks.
Oh, the one about the Gamp's Laws? Yeah, I think I saw that one strewn about in the mens. The state it was in... not much saving....
......
I swear this place gets more disgusting every year.
You wouldn't believe it. Have you heard, they're thinking of letting a vampire join the school? Like we haven't got enough inbreeds already.
Peeves!
Why, is he bothering you? I could help you out with that.
"Indeed… from antiquity until well into the Modern Ages, a physics devoid of… metaphysical insight… would have been as unsatisfying as a metaphysical devoid of physical… manifestation”… What!?
*snorts* Yes, well perhaps if you had more than the meagre amount of brain cells required to breath you would understand, or at least learn how to read without shouting across the entire library.
Lily in the Library
She was just at the corner of his eyes, a whisp of auburn hair flicking to and fro as she laughed. Dragging his eyes back to the textbook in front of him, he tried to ignore her, but failed. This was a library, goddamn it, not a socialite's party, he thought loudly, over background thoughts of regret and shame that washed over him whenever near her. Someone needed to maintain order around here, and if it had to be him, so be it. Yeah. He was going to go over and give her a right talking to. Just walk right up. Who did she think she was, disrupting the peace and sanctity of the library? Before he knew it, his feet had carried themselves over to where she was standing, a little alcove that shielded her and a couple of Gryfindor students from the hawkeyes of Madame Pince.
The gaggle of girls looked up at him as he stomped over to them, and their expectant eyes bore holes in whatever it was he had to say. Shit. She was staring right at him, and he caught a glimpse of a joking, smiling and lightly mocking mouth and glinting eyes, before they turned into the sour expression she normally adopted when around him. He'd better think of something fast.
"Uhh..." he choked out, suddenly finding that his tongue was no longer an actually part of his body, but a separate entity that he could only ask politely to do as he wished.
"Too, uh, uh, loud. You are." fuckfuckfuck
"You lot," he said, giving a glower at everyone for good measure. Then he folded his arms, hoping to gain some of the righteous momentum that had got him in this mess.
No, I think I’ll pass. You’ve pretty much made James creeping into an art anyway. Wouldn’t want to intrude on such a close… friendship. Tell me, Black, what does your family say when you bring around blood traitors for dates? Give me their sincere condolences.
Ha!...
I'm not.... you....
Like any Slytherin would go out with you. Is it that you aren't a date man, or you can't hold down a girl longer than it take for you to open your mouth?
Oh look, it’s Black without his little friends.
Quite the prankster, aren’t we? I’m practically shitting myself with laughter.
What’s a matter missing James’ face? I’m sure if you ask nicely he’ll come round so you can go all creep on him.
Oh? Not sure anyone will notice over your usual smell.
No, I think I'll pass. You've pretty much made James creeping into an art anyway. Wouldn't want to intrude on such a close... friendship. Tell me, Black, what does your family say when you bring around blood traitors for dates? Give me their sincere condolences.
Who the hell put bat spleen in my cauldron?
Problems, Snivellus?
Oh look, it's Black without his little friends.
Quite the prankster, aren't we? I'm practically shitting myself with laughter.
Open Chat
Who the hell put bat spleen in my cauldron?
Open Para
His arms trembled under the immense weight, both figurative and literal, of Slughorn’s tray of potions. There was Amortentia, Alihosty, Babbling Beverage, Baneberry, Bloodroot, and that was just the few that Severus could identify. Several had no distinct color or features, and were just marked with an ominous green skull. It was nearly curfew, and anyone with any sense was inside their dorm room which was exactly why he had chosen this time to transport the potions back to the storage cupboard. He didn’t want anyone to see him doing this, in case they figured out he was secretly a swot. Absorbed in making sure that no on spotted him, he tripped over a small bump in the carpeting, teetering on the edge, but catching himself on his toes before disaster. He let out a shaky breath. He had almost died, he thought to himself. God, that would have been a real catastrophe He thought no so much as the terrible damage that the potions would cause if spilled, but to the appalling waste of good brewing and ingredients that would be.
"Hello?"
The voice made him jump, and the tray lept out of his arms, smashing glass and crystal all over the floor and onto his robes.
“Fucking hell!” he cursed, futilely trying to clean up the mess. The potions burned through his sleeves, and began festering into his skin. The pain was unbearable. He was vaguely aware of someone kneeling next to him and saying something, but he couldn’t hear them over the sound of his own bubbling lipid skin layer.
"Please," he whispered, "take me to Madame Pomfrey."
