#p: severus

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@thexforgottenxones​

Perhaps it wasn’t exactly nice to go about giving someone an insulting gift for their birthday, but then Severus had never claimed to be nice. His sister was nice, but he wasn’t. Especially when he was protecting his sister. 

“It’s a wit-sharpening potion,” he explained to the prince, hoping his sister’s good nature would keep her from seeing his insult. And hoping the prince wasn’t as dumb as he looked so he would understand. “For times when you need to strategize and all that.”

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@thexforgottenxones​ 

Severus hadn’t exactly been David’s number one fan over the years, but now it’s impossible to deny that the man loves Snow and is a positive part of her live. After all they are true loves, have married, had a kid, survived a curse together. Yeah, David’s more than proven that he truly cares about Severus’s sister. So it’s only fair that he give him a good gift for his birthday. 

“Hey David,” he greets his brother-in-law, giving the man a small smile, which was something he didn’t give out to just anyone. “Happy Birthday,” he added, holding out the box he’d wrapped. Inside was a looking glass so that David could see enemies far off. But this wasn’t an ordinary looking glass. It could zoom in and out, pause, or even replay things thanks to the spell he’d put on it. Almost like a camera, but better since you didn’t have to press record, and because it could zoom in farther. 

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@thexforgottenxones​ asked for a starter from Severus

Sev sat in his room, in the corner farthest from the door. His knees were pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. He’d hurt his sister. He’d hurt one of the only people who’d ever been nice to him, and he couldn’t even really understand why.

One minute they’d been playing nicely. And then the next she got close to him. That was it. She’d just gotten close and he’d snapped, shoving her away from him and onto the floor. And she’d cut herself on a toy and gone to get help. So she was fine. Especially since she was away from him.

He looked up when the king entered his room, instantly sure he knew why the man was there. And he understood wanting to get rid of him. The man had to protect Snow. But he couldn’t go back to his father, he just couldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded instantly, going over and practically throwing himself at the man’s feet. “I didn’t mean to hurt her, honest. Just please, don’t send me back. I could be a servant. O-or a stable hand! Just please don’t send me back!”

[fiery-lilyevans-blog]

@sweetsev

It wasn’t unusual for Lily to stay behind in the Potions classroom. There was something calming for the red head to just linger and take in everything that was potions. From the smells to the sights and even the dreary dampness. Slughorn welcomed her company, and always let her do her thing. She loved it all. So when the head girl decided to hang back after class, none of her friends were surprised. Promising to meet them for dinner, Lily slowly started to go through all of her supplies, taking careful inventory of everything she would need in the upcoming classes, unaware of anyone else that might have be in the room.

[doe-eyed-dolores-blog]

Midnight Meetup || Severus & Dolores

Dolores was beside herself with what to do about various people in the school. Lately she could feel her reign on some of the students slip. The younger years were nothing, they didn’t see a thing, but some of the 6th and 7th years, those were her targets. People had to know she was still on top. Hours of hair potions and accessories bled into the night. Before she’d even been aware of the passing of time, she was in a dark dorm room lit only by the wand. With a yawn of impatience, Dolores figured if she wanted to, she might as well sleep. However, that didn’t seem to happen either.

After half an hour of tossing, turning and tilting her head from side to side, she knew nothing was going to help her sleep. Her mind was wired around what she had planned for the next day and what she wanted and needed to get done. She grabbed one of her cerise shawls off the trunk at the end of her bed and wandered down into the common room with a notebook and quill in hand. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be awake let alone in the common room. She peered around the room and followed the light to find Severus Snape at the other end. “And what are you doing awake here?” She asked, crossing her arms. She’d hardly spoken to the boy, but now seemed as good a time as any to ask some of the questions she’d been wondering. “Do you spend all your hours in the shadows by choice or does no one in Slytherin house want to associate with you anymore?”

[with-fire-in-her-heart-blog]

For Lack of Foxes || Severus & Alecto

It was a pleasant sort of burn, she decided, scorching and searing as it disappeared through her lips. She hummed in satisfaction as it trickled down her throat, setting her heart on fire. She threw her head back and took another swig from the bottle, letting out a shriek of frustration as nothing more than a tiny trickle reached her waiting mouth. She dropped the empty bottle carelessly on the counter, nodding at the bartender for another. 

It was a nice sort of oblivion too, she thought, grinning hazily as she took the bottle from him. It wasn't quite an escape, so to speak, but more of a pleasant calm inside of her, her thoughts muted and muffled rather than jumbled, though still tripping all over each other in an effort to reach the forefront of her mind. And yet, she pondered, there was something strange about alcohol. All you have to do was to keep drinking and drinking and drinking, and your entire awareness of the world begins to slip through your fingers, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. And from that time onwards, you're in a strange state of limbo, not quite awake, but not asleep either, and nowhere in between.

She let out a girlish laugh, and took another gulp of firewhiskey, swirling the contents of the bottle a few times and glancing up at the clock hanging above the counter. Fuck. Throwing a few coins in the general direction of the bartender, she leapt onto her feet, tripping a little on a stray table leg. Stupid stupid stupid stupid. She stumbled her way through the seating area and up the stairs to the rooms in the inn, still not quite comprehending why the floor seemed to rush up to meet her each time she took a step. 

She didn't bother knocking as she finally reached the door, throwing the door open as she all but fell into the room, the liquor inside the bottle spilling a little over the rim. "Sevvy dearest!" she yelled, kicking the door shut with her heel. She clumsily set down the bottle on the bedside table before throwing herself across the creaky bed, collapsing into a fit of childish giggles as she landed. "Did you miss me, Charming?" she asked breathlessly through her snickers, pulling off her coat and shoes and throwing them across the room, running her hand through her hair.