SNAPE, severus tobias

[severus]

SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : severus tobias snape
( NICKNAMES ) : Sev, Snivellius, Halfblood Prince, Snape, Sevvie
( SEX ) : male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : halfblood
( AGE & DOB ) : seventeen & January 9th
( YEAR ) : seventh year
( HOUSE ) : slytherin
( AFFILIATION ) : death eaters
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual
( WAND ) : birch 11 1/2'' dragon heartstring, rigid yet flexible

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) :

( DISLIKES ) :

( STRENGTHS ) :

( WEAKNESSES ) :

( RIDDIKULUS! ) :

[/b][/color] ; Severus's boggart has developed a variety of forms in the past and will continue to do so in the future because what he is truly scared of really has no form. He is most afraid of what is to come and what has not yet happened since there is no certain way to predict the future. Not that he believes in all that predicting the future nonsense, in fact he doesn't believe those rubbish claims at all instead he opts on sitting and waiting for what will happen. A good amount of the time though he worries about the future and what the upcoming war will bring. Without any amount of certainty for the things to come he fears that he may be drawn farther away from Lily Evans and the realm of Hogwarts. Looking towards the future he is wary, but that wariness is only a portion of what he feels. The most popular form of his boggart recently has been a grandfather clock with an extremely fast set of spinning hands.[/ul]
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : The best memory out of Severus's short miserable life is surprisingly not the day that he met Lily Evans, but the day that his Hogwarts letter came because it gave him a reason to escape. He had already known for years previous that he was a wizard, but to finally hold the proof in his hands in the form of the aged and yellowed parchement complete with crooked handwriting was definitely an experience that he will never forget. He had been an avid reader all those years of his grandfather's old spell books and he had always enjoyed listening to his mother's stories about the school, but he had never truly believed that he would see Hogwarts until he got that letter. That letter was his escape, it meant that he would no longer have to deal with his father and not to mention the constant bickering that his parents engaged in. He felt relieved as well because it meant that he might be given a chance to lead a "normal" life, and oh how wrong he was.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) :
The final argument that Severus had fifth year with Lily Evans was by far the worst day of his short miserable life. Certainly there are more powerful memories that he has considering that his father is a rather violent alcoholic, but regrettably her words had the power to hurt him more. He had never meant to call her a "mudblood" in the first place, it had just ...just slipped out really. Of course he apologized profusely afterward, but no amount of apologies could make up for what had been said and Lily had made that clear. He actually went so far as to sit outside the entrance to the Gryffindor common room that night too, but after that last confrontation he knew that it was over. That day he lost his best friend and what he had considered his one and only true love, despite this depressing reality Severus still won't admit to it. Instead of opening up he keeps everything pent up inside, thus he has chosen to repress this portion of his life and he barely even acknowledges it now although he does think about it every so often.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) :
Perhaps Sev's greatest desire by far would be to see the day that he actually confesses his undying love for Lily Evans to her face. Of course that day would also involve her accepting his invitation with the greatest of ease and confiding in him her feelings of intense smouldering love for him too. Than the said event would lead up to their status as an 'official' couple at Hogwarts, of course everyone would accept this as it was and Sev would automatically become the envy of all his friends [both Purebloods and Non] and suddenly James Potter would praise the ground he walked on - and perhaps walk around admitting to anyone that would listen how he had once spoken with the ever - popular - ever - renowned Severus Snape. Well, okay, so maybe things wouldn't be that completely blown out of proportion in Sev's wildest desires, but mainly he yearns for nothing more than to confront Lily about his love for her, and he hopes beyond hope that she too loves him back. In addition to this his greatest desire is to one day admit this love he has for her to her, and than perhaps have this extreme confession led to eventual marriage. In his eyes she is the air of perfection, so he finds it hard to even speak with her about these feelings that he has.
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( PERSONALITY ) :
Unknown to most Severus is a cold calculating genius, a trait that he hides well beneath an expressionless mask. He is blunt and comes off as uncaring and careless in nature to most acquiantances. During his school years excelled in all of his classes, usually going above and beyond devising techniques to rearrange spells and recipes for potions. His ambition springs from the fact that he feels as if he is out to prove something - that he is just as good or even better than most Purebloods. Being Half-blooded is both Severus's greatest short coming but also his biggest accomplishment. He takes pride in being half-blooded refering to himself as the "Half-Blood Prince" in the security of his own thoughts. It isn't commonly known that Severus is halfblooded, it isn't a fact that he discloses to most people.

Severus harbors a deep hatred for his Father, after enduring years of torture both physical and psychological Severus no longer feels any pity towards him. His father is by far his greatest weakness because he is a muggle by birth and has delited the asset of purebloodedness that Severus has sought to inherit and live up too since than. Although Severus harbors little feelings for his mother, he has a tendency to blame the situation on her once and a while, her being the main reason why things turned out as they did. Sometimes he also allows her to foot the blame for the dysfunctional nature of their 'family.' He blames her because she chose "him" over everyone else.

School life was no better for Severus, he was commonly the butt of every single joke. It wasn't uncommon for Severus to fight back, the fights in question usually resulted in a throw-back of curses and it sometimes even got physical. The taunting and torments that he had to succumb to during his school years only caused a deeper hatred to nest inside him. Especially for James Potter's small group of friends - the same group that would never leave him alone. The same group of people that almost got him killed. Severus will hold a lasting grudge against anyone that dares to do him any sort of minor or major injustice. He is known for his short patience and has a tendency to snap at even those he considers friends. Years of verbal abuse from others has finally allowed him to snap, it has eaten away at the top layers of his personality that had once kept him calm. Now Severus can barely keep control of himself when the moment comes to fight or flee, usually he decides to sit his ground. Severus has stubborn tendencies that sometimes result in his own downfall, since he will not easily sway or bend to the conformed opinions of others he is seen as strange.

Although people speak bad about him, Severus barely seems harmed by their words now. Since the abuse has gone on so long he has developed a method with which to block it out. But that doesn't mean that he hasn't completely given up throwing back the occasional dim-witted insult. It is apparent that Severus tries his best when it comes to verbally outsmarting those who still try and bully him. Lately he has been stuck on trying to settle things with his wand.

Recently Severus still founds himself the ever-present outcast, but he is beginning to grow more accepting of his role now. He is the type of person that one has to just accept or leave, because he isn't planning on changing anytime soon.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : Shoulder length, greasy beyond recognition and it often gleams when he is in the sunlight, it also looks rather clumpy from afar. Severus does not much mind his hair and he actually washes it every single night contrary to popular belief, it is just naturally "shiny."
( EYES ) : There are always dark circles underneath his eyes from countless restless nights. Severus has dark beetle black eyes that always have some sort of a sneering gleam to them. There is always a bit of a cold distant look lurking within those two dark gloomy tunnels that are his eyes.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Severus is thin for his age, almost lanky, which only contributes to his slender and tall appearance. Always seen wearing a very ugly expression, Severus isn't the type that someone would want to approach in the hallway unless they had to. He doesn't look very inviting at all due to his appearance and his tendency to wear a lot of black. In no means can Severus be classified as handsome, and he definitely isn't easy on the eyes which may be the reason why so many people avoid him. Having a tendency to slip through the hallways unnoticed, Severus has a knack for being able to become 'invisible.' He strides down the halls in an almost arrogant manner, which maybe a contribution to the reason why so many people are so quick to offend him. Physically Severus isn't a clear match for anyone in the school, he is skinny and could easily be knocked over in one push. Due to the fact that he lacks any athletic talent and muscle he tends to fight with his wand rather than his fists. His approximate height falls somewhere around 5'10'' 1/2 at the moment and he does not weigh more than about 127 lbs.
( ATTIRE ) : He favors wearing long billowy robes and flowing black cloaks because it is what he feels most comfortable in. Such clothing is a cheery addition to his already uninviting appearance.
( DISTINGUISHED ) : He has a rather large hooked nose which is said to be the main focal point of his face. Severus is extremely pale from long days spent inside, he can be compared as being whiter than a sheet of paper. His pale complexion may be partially due to the long hours spent studying and maybe to the fact that he was never allowed out much when he was younger.
( PLAY-BY ) : lou taylor pucci

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) :

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Eileen [Prince] Snape || Mother || ALIVE[/ul]
( SIBLINGS ) : -----
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( HISTORY ) :

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The woe-begotten life of Severus Snape begun on a cold January day, during what some might classify as the "near dead of winter." It was said to be the "second" worst day in the history of the Prince family lines, because it was the day that their blood was diluted. The purest lines that had run for centuries were now tainted and the world that Eileen Prince had known of tarnished silver sthingys and yellowing table clothes - a world of lavish and luxery - would fall forever from it's pedistool. Born in a small town just outside of London it wasn't long before the word got out. It was said that after a long and meticulously kept line of pureblooded tradition, Eileen Prince married a muggle. This ultimately would lead to the widespread disapproval of both her family and the majority of her friends. At the time she thought that she was in love, but it was only later that she found out that she had been terribly wrong. She married for love and that was all that mattered, that was what she had to keep reminding herself as her mother and her father insisted that she hold her head lower than the rest of them because it took a special type of pureblood to 'love' a muggle.

It all begun one bright autumn day, when the summer sun hadn't disappeared long behind the cloud cover of the approaching winter. A young woman with long sleek black hair had been walking down the street, her strut spoke of high breeding and the pampering of an upper class upbringing. Her face was not yet lined and her pale skin gleamed in the sunlight of the day, she did not yet hold that ghastly glow to her that she would soon gain in old age. She was young, she was pretty, yet somehow she looked frail treading lightly on the sidewalk as if one misstep would shatter her whole being. Black eyes glittered vibrantly in their sockets as she peered around the populated street. She walked with such purpose and arrogance that even to this day it is a surprise that he had the guts to approach her - HER, the beauty that had taken that small misstep in the street that bright autumn day. It had all happened simultaneously. The scruffy looking, but rather clean-cut, laborer had been skipping across the paved sidewalks, no doubt on his way to the pub for an afternoon drink, when he encountered that same woman. At first glance the black eyes were entrancing, they held his own hazel green gaze like some sort of intoxicating poison. Years later he would admit to the moment as having been 'witched' into the whole thing. Yes, there were spells and potions that helped the onslaught of love, but neither had been employed that day by a younger Eileen Prince. It had been the workings of fate that had trapped them into such mortal doom at that precise moment. Seconds later the fall had come, Eileen had tripped over a stray pebble pushed in front of her, perhaps by the force of luck, and taken a great fall directly into the arms of the unsuspecting laborer that just happened to be on sight at the time. Tobias Snape had caught his unabashed soon-to-be-bride in his hands in an instant, and it was all almost purely accidental. Later he would continue to recount the events in his head and he would realize that he didn't even know how he caught, the feat now seemed nearly impossible being that they had been a good few feet apart at the time.

That same fall enabled the impoverished young laborer to ask the higher class princess out to lunch that same day. From there on things begun to look up, quickly they had fallen in love on a whim as people often do. Eileen almost saw the situation as a way to get back at her parents for her more than unusually harsh upbringing centered around that same pureblood obsession. And than there was Tobias's chance to gain riches and fame by the bucket for he was going to marry into a fortune right? But it would be a fortune unseen for the moment they uttered 'I do,' Eileen's father decided that he didn't and all chance of a dowry or support for the rest of their lives had gone out the door. Of course Tobias knew nothing of the old family prejudices or of his wife's mysterious talents, that did not come until later. Feelings came to a climax after their marriage, when Eileen admitted to Tobias that her parents had a prejudice against his heritage - that being English, Russian, and Hungarian. She told him that her parents had wanted her to marry into more wealth and that poverty didn't suit her at all - in their minds. That was around the time that things begun to escalate, by means of getting even worse that is. It was not long after that night that Eileen admitted this prejudice to Tobias that she also announced that she was pregnant with Severus. Nine grueling months later filled with tears, harsh words, and a lot of alcohol guzzling on Tobias's part, Severus Tobias Snape was born on January the ninth. Born in a lonely back alley during the ambulance ride to the hospital, Severus would not met his father until a week later when the man showed up drunk as could be on the front steps of the house.

The family took a spiral downwards for the worst after Severus was born. Already short on money, having been knocked from the family fortune, Eileen found herself desperate just to make it by. Tobias on the other hand had taken to a life of hard drinking and compulsive gambling which was quickly wittling away any chance that the family had for saving money. It wasn't long before Tobias would become abusive taking out the family's financial problems on both his wife and a young Severus.

Since the family's financial problems had taken a turn for the worst, they ended up selling most of their worldly possessions. They were forced to move into a smaller neighborhood and a shack-like house in the slums of London - ie: Spinner's End. Being dejected to such an environment only made family matters worse, as Tobias begun to blame Severus even more for their financial situation. He often accused him of eating into their savings that were meant for bills and taxes. Throughout these times Severus was known to retreat outside for the company of fresh air to quell the uneasy feelings that his father gave him. During this time he became accustomed to walking down to the muggle park and watching the children playing on the slides and the swings with their watchful parents nearby. It was on one of these very occasions that he spied the Evans's family out for a day at the park. At the time Severus did not know much about the small red head that played so energetically in the sandbox with her sister, but he had a feeling that someday he would introduce himself to her. He was constantly watching and waiting, observing the people in the park as well as those on the sidewalk from a hidden clump of bushes.

Severus lived a very unpleasant life the first eleven years, he was constantly dodging his father's curses, and punches. Since he was old enough to remember he could recall the reasons why he wanted to leave home and start a new life. To keep himself busy he buried his nose in his grandfather's spell books - the only few remaining relics that had been taken from Eileen's parent's house before she had fled that night when she decided to run off and marry Tobias. His only consolation were contained in the stories that his mother told him about the wizarding world and the discussions he shared with his new red-headed friend - Lily Evans. For years he awaited that moment when he would receive that letter and reveal to his father what he really was. He held an eagerness in his soul all those years that only accumulated as time grew closer, this eagerness for the things that were to come. He knew that at Hogwarts he would be accepted and perhaps finally he would find salvation there from the black eyes and bloody lips that he had known at home. There would be no one to protect at Hogwarts, and he could finally spend more time with Lily there too.

Finally when the letter arrived the truth was broken to Tobias, who at the moment had been rather drunk. He was now convinced that both his son and his wife had gone crazy, rather than ridding them of his presence the letter had only made him more anger. It was his house and they were to live up to his rules, and that was not to include some 'stupid' bantering about 'magical wizard things and schools.' Despite Tobias's disgust, Eileen for once put her foot down and fought for Severus's chance. She explained the issue to Tobias and after much bloodshed between all involved parties it was decided that Severus would attend if only to 'rid' them of him for about seven months out of the year. For as Tobias saw it, it was one less mouth to feed, thus more alcohol for him.

Salvation only came after Severus received his letter to Hogwarts. He accepted willingly, and with the aid of Eileen's parents he was able to attend Hogwarts. Eileen's parents had hestitantly given up the money, since they really wanted nothing to do with Eileen and her husband. After some persuading and much heated debate, they finally caved in and decided to allow Severus to persue his education. Due to this factor, Severus tries to work very hard in school to impress them. He wants very badly to prove himself as a powerful wizard and a willing student. Once he hd begin to attend Hogwarts Severus dreaded going home every summer, but soon came to dread going back to school. Everywhere he went he found a new sort of hatred eating away at him, until he could feel nothing anymore.

His recent school years have proved bothersome, if not a completely painful experiance. Severus has had to endure the daily torture from James Potter's group of Marauders and of course the general school population. During his inbetween time Severus has found things to keep himself busy with, like burying his nose into a stack books or working on homework. He has had something of a social life, running with a group of Slytherins that he has known since his first year.

It is said that Severus knew more curses as a first year than most seven years learn their whole time spent at Hogwarts. That was nearly a decade ago, and now Severus is still persuing his interest in the dark arts, but to an even greater level. Beginning his sixth year at Hogwarts Severus had begun to research Occlumency, an obscure ability that he had read about before. Last year also marked a major milestone in his life, it was the first year that he had gone without barely uttering more than a few words to his best friend, Lily Evans. With a bit of a broken heart and some not very enthusiased words, Severus drifted through his sixth year very informed of the storm that was brewing on the surface of the news. While his mother fidgeted in her seat because her parents had stopped writing, and she was worrying for Severus and his condition [or his lack thereof for being nothing but a measly halfblood rather than a pureblood], Severus had been busy studying. He had already chosen his side, in fact it had probably been chosen for him as his distant fate when he was still a child. With a love of the Dark Arts he could barely allow the chance of a possible war - which meant using those illegal powers - slip through his fingers, so he watched the news through emotion-less black eyes. He felt as if he were only slipping further into the deep abyss that had become the large gaping precipice that Lily Evans had left in his life. It was the hole in which her smiling face had once resided, and all that was left now were the bittersweet memories that Severus was all to eager to deny.

Entering his seventh year at Hogwarts, Severus has completely mastered the art of Occlumency and Legilimency now, because he was rather bored over the summer and had nothing to really do - for loss of his friendship with Lily Evans. Although Severus does remain a little rusty at casting the spells involved in the process he has been practicing everyday, attempting to get even better. He has learned a great deal about Occlumency and it only seems to heighten and nourish his unnatural sense of hidden paranoia. Recently he has been working hard attempting to devise ways of growing stronger and mastering more spells - he has already worked through the books required for this year, having obtained them ahead of time in the summer having nothing better to do.

His mother's growing fears have only increased as Severus stepped onto the platform for the up and coming school year - which is to be his Seventh and final year at Hogwarts. She fears for his safety and his bloodlines, but most of all the tainted evidence of betrayal that runs through his veins. In a few emotion-free words and a shake of the head, Severus assures her that he has will be safe and sound, although he does not entirely believe these words himself. Only time will really tell where all the chips will fall.

This year Severus hopes to join a side of the conflict that has taken Hogwarts by storm, he has found that his allegiances lie with the reasonably stronger and darker force - that of Lord Voldemort. He has not exposed these opinions yet, but many of his peers can see that it is evident which side he will chose when it comes time to draw. Many people disapprove of the darker forces that are rising, but in the Slytherin common room praises are sung devoutly like church hymns for the single cause.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
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( AGE ) : twenty one
( EXPERIENCE ) : over ten years
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( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

The steady stream of snow was falling now across the small dead brown rivlets of grass, the dead of winter was setting in and with it came the death of any last hope that any one person might possess at that moment. The snow had already begun to create the heavy thick blanket across the grounds in some areas, it was already entralling itself around the thick iced grey slabs of the castle and the shaved bark of the trees that composed the outer most borders around the castle grounds and of the every famous Forbidden Forest. The fall leaves had gone from sight and with them they had taken all the extraordinary colors that are they are so well known for. The grounds looked desolute in a funny sort of way, as the color had been slowly drained from the sky the last few monthes, students gradually had begun to migrate inside. Everyone was slowly getting the message, the one that winter has slipped softly in their pockets, as if slipping a note to a crush signed in an annoymous manner. That was everyone BESIDES Severus Snape was givent his memo, for in his opinion the seasons might as well have never changed. He moved wistfully underneath the addictive poise of their names, all four of them, as they all rolled indifferently form his tongue, he spoke of them all the same for each one brought unwelcome change to his environment. The unruly heat of summer, or the extreme chill of the winter air were both enough to make even the most thick-blooded northerner cringe and sweat or even shudder with dislike. Cold was no stranger to Severus, the feeling cut like a knife, it was implanted in his bones, it was penetrating his bloodstream, running through his veins - hell it might as well have been pumping his heart, but to see it in its material and physical form was never anything that Severus preferred. He did welcome the chill for it brought the chance of isolation and the appearance of desolute corridors and vast blankets of pure white snow expanding forever into black horizons, but winter had its low points too as all great things do. Everyone was more likely to be walking the corridors of Hogwarts rather than outside sitting in the midst of the snowy grounds reading a book, either that or else they were outside conducting another one of those d**n snowball fights that Severus always seemed ever so lucky to get caught in the middle of. Oh how he despised the things, how he wished that he could merely point his wand at all those involved and curse them into some firey pit of void doom that was probably lingering very near to them, for Severus hell was never to far away.

Winter was the time of the year when he could offer his coat unbashedly to any passing shivering female and perhaps not be frowned upon so deeply for once, and maybe even occasionally he would be taken up on the offer. It was the time when the days grew short and the fires crackled merrily throughout the castle when the marauders rested more often and there was not as much havoc to be wrecked upon the halls. Where maybe Severus Snape was not viewed as such a bad guy twenty four seven because he had lent so-and-so a quill in fifth hour potions, or he had corrected so-and-so on their theory that goat-liver and mill weed would go well together in a potion that was involved for such and such a reason. No, perhaps winter was not a bad holiday at all, but with the holidays looming nearby Severus could never be as happy as he would have liked to be. No, for the nightmares of Spinner's End were nearly around the corner and home for the holidays was the last thing that he wanted to be if his life depended on it. It was the only thing that he wanted to change right now, and it was the single thing that he did not have the power to change.

In this same powerless mindset a set of dead black eyes laced with contempt stared out at the first snow as if a gloomy proposition from the sky above had just been slipped beneath his nose. There was no hope to be found beneath the greying white snow, nor was there any innocence in the devilish act of the falling snow which only had intent to kill all the living things beneath it. For winter brought death, it brought a death of long days, a death of plants, and perhaps a death of people as well. It brought on the depression of grey skies and gloomy days that could only be eased by the false hope that any day now everyone would be at home sitting at an overstuffed mahogany table munching happily on pumpkin pie surrounded by relatives and strangers five times removed. Yes, there was a happy thought - normalcy, something Severus had yet to experiance. A pair of green eyes loomed knowingly at the brink of his own unconscious mind, the memory was something wicked, those eyes taunted him. He blinked his own black eyes a few times and sighed to no one in particular. Pulling the heavy black trenchcoat closer to his far to skinny form Severus wondered if she would be staying at home for winter break this year. The family was always going on these long holiday expeditions to places Severus couldn't usually pronounce. Muggles, he thought bitterly, Spending endless amounts of money on meaningless situations. A skinny strand of slick greasy black hair fell limply to the side of Severus's face. He pushed the strand back in a weary manner as he examined a large clump of snow that was forming near the toe of his black boot. It was a weekend and he was not frequenting his usual school robes but a set of oddly mismatched items that he had plucked from his closest and his dirty laundry pile, for a clean clear mind didn't need clean linens every single waking day - at least that's what Severus thought, and that was all that mattered. A set of rather frayed jeans looked rather out of place with a white collared shirt that seemed to be slipped off from his set of school uniforms. The shirt itself was rumpled and greying from being washed so much, since the Snape family was not exactly known for their riches it wasn't uncommon to see Severus skipping around in second or even third hand clothing that was perhaps his father's at one time. Despite his own hatred for the man he didn't exactly have a say in the manner, in fact he had very few words in any matter that went on underneath the roof in the Snape family home. Black eyes hardened at the thought for a few seconds, and contempt turned to pure hatred as he stared daggers at the white falling snow below his boots. The strong desire to rip something apart sprang to mind again for the umpteenth time today, but Severus refused to obey it this time, he had been killing flies earlier absentmindedly inside his dorm room and that was the damage for the day.

The scabs on his wrist tingled absentmindedly and he thought about all the things that he had done in the past that he regretted, but would never admit to. Some things were best left unsaid and unmentioned in causal conversation, or even in passing, for there were some secrets to dark or to dirty to reveal to the general public. No one really understood when it came to those matters, they were usually hung up with nodding their head like the newest toy out of the cracker jack box. The only thing that they were talented at was keeping their center of gravity focused, for he knew that he would've been a helluva a lot dizzy if he had been in their shoes. He looked up at the sky a little grudgingly, lunch had been served a few hours ago and he had been rather busy with his Occlumency study at the moment that he had forgotten to attend and he could feel the distant detached rumblings of his own stomach beneath the white cotton shirt. The pains were not as distanct as one would have expected them to be, because Severus was far more used to going hungry then one might imagine, for he did often forget to eat. Forgetting to eat did have it's benefits especially if the events of a certain day had been especially embrassing in front of the general public, after realizing that he could survive missing more than a meal or too, Severus was able to rest easy as he skipped breakfast, lunch, and sometimes even dinner. His mind was surprisingly focused, for Severus had never been one to give into the functions or the needs of his own body much, he was still thinking clearly and the lack of food was not clouding his mind any.

He shifted noisy on the steps that he was perched on, the slick cool surface was penetrating the numerous layers that he had opted on wearing this morning. The perch in question were the east side castle steps facing the front lawns, he was near the side of the castle, almost at the point where the huge wooden doors opened to the grand entrance hall. All the glamour of the school had been sucked from his imagination at the tender age of eight when his father had loudly proclaimed that Hogwarts was a school for 'queers' and that his son might as well have been one for he seemed to be jumping on the 'bandwagon.' At the time Severus hadn't known what the term queer meant, but by his father's words he could tell that it was not a good thing, even though his mother had told him wonderful stories about the school when she could muster the trepidation and time he was sitll somewhat effected by his father's opinion too. So easily were the views of a child ruined by such images, it surprised Severus mildly now that he would have ever at any time in his life taken that Bastard's words to heart. The memory drifted into his conscious mind for a split second before it was shooed away haphazardly with a tinge of disgust bordering the reality that was already building steadily upon the hatred that was always just below the surface for the man that he knew he would spend the rest of his miserable existance and eternity hating. Shifitng once more in his seat, Severus leaned back now resting his weight on his elbows which were perched on the step directly behind him, he was now half laying half sitting sprawled across the steps. He was in clear doubt that anyone would be wandering down those steps anytime soon, for he had staked out one of the more lesser known places to sit for he was not expecting company - for Severus company usually meant trouble, and trouble was nothing he liked. Once more his black eyes swiveled across the acculumating snow, he appeared to be waiting for someone or something, when in truth just below the surface it was not a someone he was waiting for or a something, but just a day - the day that he would be able to muster up the strength to tell her what he had always wanted.

Since when were desires so simple, yet his wish was a simple one, one that could be granted in the wave of a magic wand - or yes, the tip of a small tiny vial of sweet smelling potion colored a bright violent pink. But such trickery was only for those low lifes who were deceived enough that true love could be conjured out of such magic and methods. Severus knew that it was no so easily to be true, love was something to be won, to be shown not to be concocted in some back alley lab. At least he knew this much about those feelings, and for that he was grateful because sometimes these were the only thoughts that kept him going. Somewhere deep within himself he knew that there was a reason why he was still breathing, and why he was sitting here, but what that reason was was never all too clear to him. Such was the thoughts of a lovestruck teenager sitting beneath a frosty sky gloomy with the season's first winter snow with nothing to do but wait and wonder.

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