#ch: severus

[griefprofiled]

@thenightmareofyourdrems (severus & narcissa)

It is rare that he is what could be vaguely considered 'home', and yet she comes the very evening he returns. Which means she wants something. Which means it is a negotiation evening. Draco is in his second year, and already a terror to which Lucius would be proud. And yet, she is here and therefore wants something and therefore his automatic flick through masks lands on Friendly Negotiation.

He doesn't hate her. He didn't then, and he doesn't now. Hate is a strong word, and she is-- perhaps the best of a bad lot that also encompasses him. She is neutral, insofar as he doesn't disdain her as most of the others, but neither does he elevate her further than 'she whom I will be civil with in the name of long past tiny school debts that do not extend beyond the necessary.'

"If you've come to plead nepotism, you will leave disappointed." It's an even statement, spoken without bothering to look up from the book he flipped through despite the hanging near darkness of what could be considered a drawing room. "But by all means, go ahead."

[malfoynarciissa]

@severus-snape-of-spinners-end continued from here

"Trust me Severus, I have not forgotten how hard it can be." Narcissa spoke quietly, not bothering to look the man she was adressing in the face. "Nevertheless, take a look around you. Wouldn't you say that this hard life of mine has been more than worth it?"

[rxgblxck]

First Glances || { Reg & Sev }

Regulus wasn’t sure how long he was waiting. The clock wasn’t something that Regulus liked to pay attention to, realizing that it would only worsen his impatience. He knew that he wasn’t waiting long, but it felt like forever. For the past month, he had been stuck within the confines of the Black house, sighing from his bed and useless talking to Kreacher, who only seemed to be his insight of what could be going on with the outside world. That and The Daily Prophet, but most of the time, it was Regulus and Kreacher against the world.

Yet, he told Kreacher to stray away, just this once. He didn’t want Severus to see the elf, but mostly keep him, not it, to himself. The letter written from Severus did irritate Regulus enough to not comment on it, proof that the young Black was still a child despite his age.

But, he felt better from his illness and that was all that mattered. He managed to get into an argument with his mother, once, but had to stop from the straining of his voice and exhaustion. Kreacher, his family, and Severus were right. He should have taken the potions when he was sick, but he wasn’t fond of the bitter taste. He would have been better from the flu weeks ago. 

He started to pace, ignoring his left arm at all costs. He worse short sleeve shirts when he was home, not bothering to deal with his casual robes. He wanted to be comfortable, but the mark on his arm always left him sick to his stomach. He could barely even stare at it without the pit of his stomach twisting.

“Come on, Sev.” Meeting the other for coffee might have been easier, but Regulus was sure if he arrived earlier, the impatience would stay the same.

@poisonedprince 

[malfoynarciissa]

In reply to the amazing gift from @condamnexaetrelibre and @mortevidaseverina

Dearest Severus,

As much as you will be in my thoughts during what I know to be a frustrating time, this is my year off and I'm afraid you'll be stuck with him for the time being.

That being said, tell Lucius I adore the robes he sent me. They are truly beautiful and after the holidays he is welcome back to the manor.

Narcissa.

[malfoynarciissa]

@mortevidaseverina liked this for a starter!

“You can’t possibly be wearing that to a party like this, Severus.“ Narcissa shook her head and sighed. “I’ll see if I have some old clothes you can wear…“

[rxgblxck]

Dear Severus,                                                                        November 1978

           I am aware that I haven’t exactly been there as much as I should have or should be. Truth be told, I was ill for the past month and realized, once staring at the moon that I’m suffering from Lycanthropy. It was a mistake, I suppose, mistaking the wolf bite as a dogs. Perhaps it was my denial and exhaustion that made me think that I would be fine. The full moon is beautiful, I thought you might want to know.

           Jokes aside, I never did get bitten by a wolf. I figured to provide some humor, considering that it has been a month since I’ve last contacted you or seen you. The answer is still true, that I have been ill. A common flu, possibly from the neighborhood I live in. I’m healed as of now, but it was not in my interest to ignore you. I simply needed time to mend myself, especially with the refusal of taking medicine. I would rather suffer in my own illness than taste vile potions. (Note to both of us: take the damn potions).

           Anyways, time for this ramble to end. I’m not asking you how the Ball is or if you went. I am curious, don’t get me wrong. But I figured that a month has been too long, and was curious if you wanted to come by. That is if you’re not too busy. The address is 12 Grimmauld Place, located in the Borough of Islington of London. The benefits of coming over is: seeing me.

           My parents had managed to leave for the day, so there is no stress. The place is essentially ours for the day.

           Sincerely,

           Regulus A. Black

           P.S. If you speak one word out of line towards Kreacher, I am not afraid to kick you to the curb. I don’t care if he is only a house elf, but he is not to be disrespected. Thank you.

@poisonedprince

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[malfoynarciissa]

“I hate snow. And smiling children.” //From Snape, maybe an older one?

Long lost meme // If you find it I’ll accept it

Narcissa laughed, not at all surprised st his statements. If Draco’s stories about his teaching methods had been any indication, it was to be expected Severus wasn’t all too fond of children. “And here I thought that deep down you still had the desire to have one on your own, Severus.” She remarked casually, gesturing the elf to fill her glass of wine again. “Though how you can not adore them is simply beyond me.”

[malfoynarciissa]

@wandchoosesthewizard from here

Narcissa rolled over slightly to look at him and sighed softly. "You know what I mean, Severus." She told him, not ready to think of the consequences of- of this just yet. In a way she'd always prided herself on having a monogamous relationship, in contrast to most pureblood marriages that were purely political. She had never been one for something like this either, she didn't sleep with people or even as much as kiss them in a spur of the moment, didn't do flings.

Up until now, apparently. But it was different, or so she told herself. She'd known Severus for years, he wasn't a stranger, and she trusted him blindly. It wasn't of the severity as it would be with a randomly chosen man she barely knew, was it?