#prof-alastor

[teaspoonofginger]

@prof-alastor

“You know what’s weird, sir? I keeping wanting to call you professor. It’s not entirely accurate, though, is it?” 

[git-isms]

@prof-alastor Severus Snape had always despised portkeys. His stomach could never take it, and the only thing worse was apparation. The Floo was much better, in his opinion. However, in this case, he hadn't been given a choice. Still gripping the rubber eraser in one hand, the man fell to the floor of Grimmauld Place, his breaths coming in short wheezes. He was covered in cuts and blood- most of it likely his. His body was twitching violently from prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus. "Tell..Albus..." He choked out, unable to see if anyone was even around him, as his nose was pressed against the carpet(which was quickly soaking up his blood). "The Dark Lord..knows... He knows of my..allegiance..." The man was barely able to speak, somehow repressing the screams of pain that threatened to break free.