Galen Ogden (galeno) wrote in nexttonormalrpg, @ 2014-04-14 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | galen ollivander, severus snape |
Who: Galen & Severus
What: A chance meet-up in the library.
When: Late evening.
Where: Library
Rating: Low, I expect.
Status: Incomplete, closed/ask.
The lights had flickered into life some time ago, a testament to the fact it was getting late if there ever was one, with the lengthening of the daylight hours. But this was Galen's usual when he was not on his Prefect rounds, and nights like this... it merely make him snarl with displeasure. Prefect Rounds. He'd have been better suited for the post of head Boy with how things tended to be handled around here. It made him displeased... but it hadn't been like he had sought the position out. He had expected Evans and a more suitable male, either Lupin, Robards or even Avery. Competent boys, not one who had never even served as a Prefect before. Still, it normally did not bother him.
Tonight, though... tonight seemed to be all too perfect for irritations. Another tutoring session wasted, time that would have been better spent. His last year and he had much to impart on the willing, and yet they squandered the time he set aside to help them when he didn't need to. It even left it difficult to lose himself in his own studies. Fawcett would have been the perfect distraction for his mood; inventive and irritating. He could have easily taken all of this out of her... but she rejected him... which had him even more irritated to think of. There was Antoinette but... Antoinette Smith...
His mood darkened, though this time with a possessive quality. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, placing a hand over his eyes. The need to possess, and emotion darkened and twisted by the cheating whore he had been ready to marry in just a few short years from now. Something he knew to control, women were not possession. Women were precious, he believed that, and Antoinette was not a woman to be chained and caged.
His quill rested in its inkwell and he stayed seated like that, with head tilted back. Lost in thought. Unaware of all but his immediate surroundings.