.·゜-: ✧ :- @hoqwearts ♡’d THIS. ; for LILY EVANS.
❝ What do you mean ? ❞ THE QUILL THAT HAD BEEN PREVIOUSLY scribbling away careful recalculations in the margins of his textbook HALTS, the silence in place of that white-noise, the endless && repetitive scratching, somewhat FOREBODING. Severus lifts his head out of his book && looks to Lily, his dark brows furrowed. ❛ I don’t like your friends,❜ , she’d said. The ghost of a frown twists the corners of his lips downwards, just slightly, && in his UNCOMFORTABILITY at the statement thrown his way, thin fingers take the corner of a page between them, fiddling with the already worn edge.
IT IS TRUE THAT HIS SLYTHERIN CAMARADERIE, PERHAPS, WEREN’T THE SOFTEST OF PEOPLE — Certainly they were opinionated, && often found a bit of trouble holding their tongues on matters such as Muggles && whom ‘ should ‘ ( in their Pureblooded opinions, ) have access to magical education && the practise of such arts ; But to Severus’ knowledge thus far, any act deemed ATROCIOUS in the eyes of Lily Evans had yet to surpass the line of a carefully crafted insult or two, had yet to cross the line of sharp JABS at her parentage, or her House, into something PHYSICAL or VIOLENT, as her friends’ unkindnesses do. Severus’ jaw clenches, && he delivers the statement far harsher than intended : ❝ Nor do I like yours. ❞
— But he doesn’t want to talk about that now, OR EVER, truly. In any sense, the Library is no place for such discussion, a topic so sensitive the lightest touch could raise voices to screams && DISRUPT PEACE. ❝ Must we talk about this now ? I don’t see you very often nowadays, I’d rather not spend our time talking about our friend groups, and their respective crimes against our person. Besides — ❞
❝ — We’re friends anyhow, aren’t we ? Why pay them any mind ? They’re unimportant. ❞
