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Post by BURBAGE IS SNAKE CHOW on Oct 5, 2014 22:10:02 GMT -5
Kindling the Spark of Yesterday  words . tags ♚ "shit"[break]
It was a simple word, but in this context it described so much of it described her feelings about being the the same house as some of the poofed up little prats that she up till a year ago taught.. It described her feelings on HORACE SLUGHORN asking her if she wanted to be part of his sodding little slug club.. [break][break]
Okay most would find it an honor to be apart of his little club, and when she was a girl at Hogwarts she too had found it an honor to be considered one of the elitist, which meant it was needed that she be apart of that club. However she in her youth had not even garnered a second glance much-less an invitation to that illustrious club. However all that had changed as she had gotten her hand written invitation earlier that day. What had changed she knew exactly why he had invited her to his little group, it had nothing to do with being a professor, or a witch whom had spoken out against the views of Lord Voldemort risking her life to bring truth to the masses.. No sadly that didn't matter, what did seem to matter to Horace Slughorn was that she had died perhaps the most grisly death by the the fiend whom had took it upon himself to feed her to his pet.. So when her body had been found it had been found as digested food. In essences she had been discovered as snake shit.. The details of her death had been the very thing that finally put Charity Burbage on the front page of the prophet. Which had finally made her notorious enough for the likes of Slug Club.[break][break]
Looking down at the rippling dark water that lapped up against the wooden planks of dock that was inside the boat house, shivering against the cutting breeze of the that blew threw the gaps in the wood of the house pulling her cloak tighter around her slight form shrugging a wayward curl back over her shoulder. Digging in her cloak she pulled out the dark green long bottle of wine, and pack of cigarettes. She had no idea that she might not be alone in her attempts at finding peace in solitude, but that was the problem with alone, your never alone for long.. [break][break]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2014 10:46:35 GMT -5
 It was hard to believe that before he had kicked the bucket, Severus was thirty eight years old... Sometimes he forgot this and forgot that he had essentially been a part of some self righteous, arrogant fool's personal project and had been ressurected- that is, until he either dreamt of himself as an adult and about some of the things he had done. While he remembered some parts of it, it all felt surreal. It felt more like he was looking into the future as opposed to remembering the past. Merlin's beard- if he was thirty eight, it would be useful to remember everything he had learned in school... But no, he had yet again, drawn the short end of the stick. He had to (re)learn all this rubbish and graduate (again).
Severus slinked through the halls of Hogwarts with his bag over his shoulder. He had intended on going to the dungeons but word was getting out on his identity and he found absolutely no peace there... He didn't want all this attention, nor did he want students calling him "professor" or asking for help on homework- as if it was his responsibility to help their pathetic attempts on writing about the effects of Wolfsbane, or trying to remember steps on how to produce a simply Calming Draught? Severus scoffed to himself as he pushed the doors of Hogwarts open and made his way outside.
His long, black hair hung in his face and he constantly glanced around, purposely avoiding his fellow peers. Sometimes, he even considered dropping out of Hogwarts and creating a pseudo-name to escape this attention... but he knew damn well that doing that would ensure his life be meaningless and pathetic... He was determined to do better for himself.
"PROFESSOR SNAPE!"
The lanky, pale male groaned audibly and turned around, seeing a younger Slytherin boy run up to him with a parchment in his hand. "I-I was wondering if you could help-" he began, but Severus waved his hand and rolled his eyes. "No, I will not, and don't call me professor, you dim-witted flake." he snarked at the younger boy, who in response looked as if he were hit with a brick of shock. "My suggestions would be to next time, pay attention in class and perhaps you would be capably of producing a somewhat mediocre excuse of an essay and perhaps, slim chances of this, you would grow an ounce of a brain and just a bit of respect." he rattled off his tongue venomously before he turned on his heels and continued on his way. Sev's clearly had no intention of dealing with people today.
He made his way down to the boathouse, assured that it would be empty. He recalled that it was usually vacant (partly due to the musty smell within and the dirty planks that covered the floor), and vacancy would be appreciated. His shoes clicked against the stone steps and as he made his way around the shabby building, the wood creaked beneath his weight. He turned, facing the entrance, and the obvious look of dismay crossed his face. To his dissatisfaction, the building was already occupied by a brunette girl who was angled away from him. He sighed and was about to turn on his heels to go back the way he came when he froze. His head snapped to her again. He recognized her...
Guilt washed over him as images flashed within his mind. Charity Burbage... They had become friends back in their original Hogwarts days, but as usual, he had pushed her away which hurt her... And then he had worked at Hogwarts with her until... Until he let her become snake bait to the Dark Lord's favorite pet. He bit his lip and averted his eyes as he allowed more of his black hair to hang in his face. He was torn between simply walking away and trying to forget he had ever stumbled across her, but on the other hand, he felt the rising urge in his chest to apologize for his betrayal... He stood there awkwardly in the middle of the entrance, arguing with himself silently about what to do next.
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Post by BURBAGE IS SNAKE CHOW on Oct 11, 2014 2:07:27 GMT -5
Kindling the Spark of Yesterday words . tags ♚ YEAH her luck sucked, and if she needed proof of that fact it was standing in the doorway. Leaning over looking awkward away, and on the verge of leaving.. [break][break]
How very fitting. [break][break]
The bitter thought stung, she had heard that he Severus Snape had returned like she had.. Remade and like her he could be found in his entire awkward splendor roaming the halls of Hogwarts. Thankfully the hat had re-sorted her into Gryffindor which was thankfully convenient. Had it had re-sorted her into her prior house she would be forced to endure the disgrace of sharing a dungeon. Though as a Gryffindor she wouldn’t be forced to endure the down casting of his glance daily, she wouldn’t be reminded of all that she had lied to herself about; with a castle distance she could finally hide from the fact that she was nothing to him. With a castle distance she could perhaps get used to that little painful detail on her own, instead of having it forced on her. [break][break]
Well least that was the dirty lie she had promised herself to believe in though the moment she cast a back word glance and found him standing there and all that pent up emotion that embarrassment at being found by a man who had watching her die, whom had not only watched her die but watched her die and being fed to another living thing when her last words had been a cry for help and his name. [break][break]
Charity also felt overcome by sadness because he looked as he had done before, when he had first taken to breaking her heart and she knew why, that quick intake of breath in a feather light gasp as this glance at him brought it home that the man she loved had perished, and where he had not cared about her own sacrifice, she would have and now did care about his even if acknowledging it felt like a hot handed slap to her face. [break][break]
Then the last emotion that came in like a numbing suave on the fresh burn of her sadness, that anger that was so tangible it could be felt coursing through her body like ice threw her body and as her body tensed up on the initial reaction to seeing her body quickly adjusted with cool calm anger that made her feel justified and calm. [break][break]
“Ohhhh don’t look away Severus.. I mean why replay history.. Even though I’m sure your good at that particular action looking away and pretending your seeing NOTHING. Plus I mean it is time to celebrate.. My ol friend “ Though her words were feather soft there was nothing in her tone that suggested kindness. “After all… Thanks in large part to your kindness I’ve finally been honored by Horace Slughorn. Apparently abandonment, being left for snake kibble has garnered me worthy enough for his collection.” [break][break]
With that said she got up stretched back arching her shaking out that long wavy mane of fawn brown waves. She walked up to him demanding not to be ignored any longer.. Charity stood but a breath away from Severus her winter haze colored eyes glaring daggers as she lit the emerald embossed card with the lit end of her cigarette before dropping the flaming paper to the floor. “ Give my regards to Horace.. I would do the honors but I’m terrified of what would leave my lips, and frankly I think enough respect has been lost tonight.” [break][break]
With that she moved to push past him in an artful dramatic exit fitting the situation and how she felt.. It would have been perfect had her shoes not skidded on a collection of frost that had gathered there at their feet causing her to slide, and fall flailing about to catch hold of something anything that would keep her from hitting that hard wood. Her fall halted with a jerk realizing she by some miracle manage to catch herself she smiled victoriously till her hands felt the softness of fabric, and the squishiness of skin beneath fabric all it took was a curious glance up to see what she grabbed onto to stop her fall. Within a fraction of a second heat erupts through her as she turned about thirteen shades of red, as a look of HORROR flickered over her face… [break][break]
OH GOD.. NO.. DROP IT.. DROP IT RIGHT NOW.. LET GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.. LET GO YOU LITTLE MORON…
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 14:30:49 GMT -5
The next thing Sev had noticed that was off (not including the fact that he had watched her be murdered and eaten by a snake...) was the color of her robes. Back in their original Hogwarts days years ago, he distinctly remembered sharing the dungeons with her, where he would tutor her and help her in her studies, along with complain and bash their classmates (Sirius Black). She was a Slytherin, just like him, but yet she was here with red and gold on her robes... "Charity, your robes are-" he cut himself off, realizing that he sounded all to upset for his liking. He didn't want to be vulnerable (which he was) and he definitely did not want to openly express it.
He was not very good on pinpointing emotions, let alone reacting appropriately to emotions. He had spent almost all his life bottling up everything he felt inside, especially during the two wizarding wars. He expressed his emotions in one way: dark sarcasm and passive aggression, and he ignored everyone else's feelings and emotions. However, the anger radiating off of Charity was enough for even him to recognize and was startled by it. His dark eyes were wide and his brows were furrowed together, knowing there was a storm rolling in as she stood up. He shuffled his feet and swallowed, though it felt like his entire mouth and throat went dry and numb.
Her voice was softer than he thought it was going to be, and goosebumps appeared upon his arms. Luckily long black sleeve hid their existence. She looked exactly the same as she had when they were both sixteen- young, beautiful with those piercing hazel eyes. Though currently, they were filled with fire and were boring holes directly into him. "Charity, I-" he began to speak as he took a sheepish step forward, but he stopped in his tracks as she continued, and got so close to him that he could feel her breath in his face. His eyes followed her cigarette down as he fell to the floor and began a small fire upon the paper it landed. He could feel the heat from the fire (and her body)- it was a drastic contrast compared to the icy cold of her words.
Once again, Sev opened his mouth to speak, and once again, he was cut off, but this time it was not by more of the daggers Charity was spitting at him. Charity slid on some frost that was forming due to the chill in the air and was well on her way to hitting the floor, but instead she clung to his robes. He stumbled a bit due to the sudden impact of her weight upon him, not to mention he was already a bit clumsy, but he stood solid and instinctively held her to keep her upright.
His eyes were still wide and he wore the same shocked expression as he did before she fell into him, but his pale cheeks flushed with a bit of pink. But the pink color was nothing compared to the shade of red Charity turned within his arms. Afraid that she was going to have an aneurism from touching him, Severus carefully and gently pulled her up to her feet and into a steady standing position before putting his hands down and taking a careful step back. "Look, Charity... I can't remember everything I did past the sixth year... but I do remember some really horrible things..." he spoke softly, looking down at his feet and allowing his hair to hand in his face. "But you did not deserve what happened to you or my betrayal..." he swallowed nervously, fiddling with his hands as he spoke. "I-I'm not good at apologies, but please please believe that I am truly sorry and if I could change what happened, I would." he nodded softly, still looking down at his hands.
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Post by BURBAGE IS SNAKE CHOW on Oct 28, 2014 13:48:26 GMT -5
Kindling the Spark of Yesterday words . tags Charity was skidding and without her cheap shoes there was no hope of finding traction to help her out. Literally she was at his mercy, and it was by his own will that kept her from slamming to the ground and potentially knocking herself which was sadly her luck. Something he seemed to acknowledge as he was quick to acknowledge she was about hurt herself. She felt his cool fingers slid around her wrist with that strange un-likely strength that didn’t seem fitting for him.[break][break]
He had managed to break her fall, though for a second she thought she would draw him upon her, but it seemed he was determined to keep his footing and remain vertical and to keep her from hitting the ground. Her arms failing as she struggled to find her balance she no doubt resembled something like a disgruntle cat escaping a washing tub.[break][break]
Finally she was deposited back on to her feet she wasn’t sure it was a mixture of her pulling or if he had pushed her off. Judging from the annoyed look his face it was more the latter which pissed her off more. How dare he get all pissy about her falling down, she hadn’t ask for him to intervene or to grab hold of him.. He was the one whom had grabbed her not vice versa she should be the one with the stink eye because she was just trying to leave.[break][break]
Grabbing hold of anything other than him she inched away clinging onto the wooden planks that surrounded the door she proceeded to make her way towards the docks that would lead her back to the castle granted it was in a classic crab walk fashion of someone who was not accustomed to Ice.[break][break]
”‘Don’t you worry about a thing Snape.. I now know you don’t really care enough to make an effort to really care one way or another.. I’ve never been the sort to hold grudges. I’ll just learn from my mistakes.”
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