|webmistresses (webmistresses) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2013-02-18 08:40:00
Severus Snape was sallow, peaky, and hunched. There was no way around it. The good witches of Hogwarts had looked down their collective noses at him and promptly forgotten his existence when he broke with Lily Evans. The young wizards were more refined in their cruelty, using his mouth for their pleasures and ignoring everything else about him.
That is, until one frankly beastly day—thunder and lighting, gouts of rain pummelling the walls and windows of the castle, minor flooding of the Slytherin Dungeons, a failure in one of curtain walls on Ravenclaw Tower—something strange happened.
Severus Snape awoke on his seventeenth birthday as he did every day: with one eye scanning around, his wand clutched hard in his thin fingers, and a flurry of protective spells fluttering his lips. When nothing popped out, spat upon him, or attacked, he deemed it safe to sit up in his bed and consider his plans for the day. That's when things got interesting...