Severus Snape (half_bloodsnape) wrote in tempus_fugit, @ 2008-07-07 16:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: minerva mcgonagal, character: severus snape, location: hogwarts |
Characters: Severus Snape and NPC'd Minerva McGonagall
Location: Inside Hogwarts
Date: July 7th
Time: Evening
Rating: TBA
Severus panted, quite audibly, as he marched up the staircase to the great oak front doors. His lank hair covered the majority of his face, the gloss coating his black eyes hidden from the world. Pale hands met the aged rings, gripping tight and pulling the doors open. Releasing them, he slipped into the Entrance Hall with a quick sweep of his black robes behind him.
His mind raced a mile a minute, and even when he thought he calmed himself enough to think clearly, focussing on the events--the nightmares--fresh in his mind seemed to trigger the floodgate. No matter all the whispers running through his mind that he couldn't single out, the emotion lingered, gripping to his ribcage and tugging heavily, making each breath a strain and creating a mild tremble with each inward draw.
Emotion motivated him at this particular moment, contrary to his common mannerisms. He had a talent for thinking tactically and setting aside emotional impulses. However, the news of Lily's death effected him like most things didn't, like plunging a dull blade into the center of his chest and twisting the organs around it like spaghetti on a fork. Even that, Severus would have thought, sounded a favourable alternative.
Professor Dumbledore. Such a simple statement his mind produced but given the circumstances, it was enough. He didn't even remember Apparating to the school, something that should've been of concern, though he hardly felt of consequence. Talking to the Headmaster was of top priority.
His hand glided across the railing as he stepped up the marble staircase, tendons three-dimensional against his skin. If he gripped any harder, he wouldn't have made it much further. His dark brows creased, the heavy sensation in his chest lifting and transferring to a feeling of burning.
Dumbledore had agreed to protect her... and her family. He clearly did not. Severus was no fool to the man's extraordinary talent. If anyone could protect them, it was him.
But he didn't...
Why? What happened?
Turning onto the proceeded set of stairs, these questions antagonized his mind that he almost passed the corridor he sought: the floor containing the Headmaster's office. The hour prevented an excess of students, and perhaps luck prevented the run-in of a nighttime lurker, and if the anger inside hadn't reached the point of nearly overwhelming, Severus may have been grateful.
His books clicked against the floor, ricocheting off the granite surrounding him. He had no password to grant him access to the Headmaster's office, so he came to an unwitting stop in front of the gargoyle, setting his hand upon it's head. All he could do was hope that Dumbledore's seemingly omniscient nature shined through once again.