#severus 1

[notbenjyfenwick]

when: march 17, 1980 where: duelling club who: @princesev

“First year?” he guessed, frowning at the wizard he now stood opposite.

[jamespooper]

When: Saturday 19th September, 1979 Where: A random Hogwarts corridor Who: @princesev​

James was riding the high of the Quidditch pre-season celebrations. He’d been able to put together a great team, and was excited for the year ahead. So much so that the sight of Severus Snape coming towards him didn’t instantly sour his mood, the way it often did. If asked, he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint one reason why he disliked the other wizard so much, but more a string of reasons that built on each other every time they interacted. “Be careful going outside today, mate. The sun’s out, we wouldn’t want you bursting into flames.”

[rosalindselwyn]

“Would you stop breathing so loudly?”

@snivelous​

[jamespooper]

Exams were over, the dance was over, and James was bored. His wand was already out, shooting small lights into the air above him, when he saw Snape coming towards him. A change in direction of his wand, and the mutter of an incantation, ended with Snape landing butt first in a puddle of water. It was easy, it was simple, but Merlin, it was funny. “You might want to watch where you’re going, next time.”

@snivelous​

[lutraverselemonde]

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Time: Evening, 22nd of March Place: Travers Country House Status: Closed, for @sectumsmpra

Lu spent the 22nd at home because the muscle spasms still hadn’t really stopped.

Lu was a dancer, the amount of cramps, muscle tearing and post-work-out jitters they’d lived through was indefinable. But even so, this was different. Because of this, they knew this was different. The Crucio had settled deep into their bones, and slowly but surely Lu began to understand why it was an unforgivable curse. It wasn’t so much that there was no counter-curse to them, though that was a major problem too, but it was that they attacked your being directly. Not your body, not the shell you carried around, but the thing you were. One killed who you were, the other made you forget who you were, and the third hurt who you were.

When, yesterday at the Potter Estate, Severus Snape had offered to help Lu against the curse’s after-effect, Lu had foolishly declined, thinking that their muscles would eventually get over it. But now they understood that it wasn’t that the muscle spasms were the illness, but that the muscle spasms were the symptom. 

Lu thus decided to spend their day at home. Not only did they know they wouldn’t have the strength to face the the British Pureblood Society today, not while knowing why who was missing, they also trusted these men to recognise the aftereffects of a Crucio rather easily. Not too mention that Mrs Avery had by now probably told a lot of people that Lu had kept the little Weasley boy from getting tortured. And Mrs Selwyn-Macmillan… It would not take long until she connected Atlas’ and Lu and found out about their little con…

No, Lu spent the 22nd at home because they needed to prepare their departure. 

When, however, near the evening, someone rang on their door, they told Sarah to let them in anyway, peeking up from their letters only when the visitor entered the drawing room. A smile bloomed on their face when they saw who it was. “Robert Smith!” They sounded genuinely delighted. “I’ve been waiting for you, you’re late.” But they did not rise from their seat, only extended their hand for a kiss. Maybe this time he’d do it right.