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leo loved soup - and he knew one person that loathed it. the divination professor was wary of anyone that ate soup, particularly alphabet soup. and while leo had never bothered to ask why, he was content to sit near her classroom and eat soup from a tureen on the floor. and so that’s what he was doing. “can i offer you some soup?” he asked just as he did everytime someone approached. “house elves made it so it isn’t poisoned.”
severus snape was a lot of things - most of which weren’t good. he knew about the attack on lily and while he was angry - almost violent so, he allowed that rage to quietly simmer rather than act on it and draw attention to himself. instead, he spent his time looking for hideouts that he had missed - setting up shop in an abandoned classroom when he failed to find somewhere else that he could be alone. “sectumsempra,” he whispered, watching the transfigured rat squirm as blood ran across the table.
leaning back, he waved his wand and watched as the mess vanished. “one day, one day it will be him.” he wasn’t quite sure who he was imagining this time, images of tobias snape and james potter swirling in his mind melding together. hearing footsteps behind him, he snapped out of his trance and whirled around. “what do you want?”
alright gang, i'm so sorry for not being online *sighs*. working has been kicking my butt annnnd this weekend is gonna be mental. anyways! please like this post for a private starter from alice, probs gonna be about the event~~~
“Yeah, I don’t—” Addison looks down, suddenly extremely interested in a stack of post-its in her hand, fucking with the edges and trying to will her voice onto the right side of the nonchalance/amusement divide. “—I don’t actually know. What it is you were talking about. And either way, whoever did whatever it was that you were talking about, it wasn’t, well, me, so. Unless this is more of an expression of admiration than it is a complaint, in which case,” she sighs, solemn. “Maybe, you know, do continue..”
alice scrunches up her nose and looks at the other, "no way! i swear we didn’t have homework for this class...” she says. she’d always tried and remember to do her homework but sometimes she’d get distracted. “can i copy yours then? help a girl out!” she sighs, maybe she had forgotten this time round.
