if snape notices the 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐠 seated beside him,he betrays nought: embellished porcelain sits before him,untouched,as he surveys the clamouring hall with detached interest.
being forced to sit next to @viledictum during every meal might be even worse than dying.
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I didn’t belong to anyone. I wouldn’t allow myself to belong to anyone.
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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍.
❛ gryffindor. halfblood.
lycanthrope. prefect.
1/4 of the marauders.
lover of books and
chocolate. ❜
written by #𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫
(for a brief moment——gone as fast as it had arrived,like the flash of an old camera——snape had looked as if he'd wanted to say something. in lieu of succumbing to vulnerability,the man twists his head away from the boy.)
*⠀ ⠀ ̼̼𓆚 ﹒⠀⠀@thecurepotion⠀⠀﹒
how much more 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 it would be for everyone involved if he simply received the fate intended for him——and allowed the dementors to finish their work. [...]
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⠀⠀@viledictum
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he crosses the room without answering him,desensitised by several lifetimes' worth of juvenile questioning; it all boils down to 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.
Replying to @thecurepotion
he didn’t get the impression that the man was insisting on being there out of any great desire to be involved in this.
“why can’t i go on my own?”
"...this weekend." he stands in one motion——newspaper tucked under his arm,towering over the embodied fragment of his past,slow to remember how he'd cherished his uniform;
the answer on his tongue curdles,yielding instead to the absurdity of the boy's request. "for... 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡?"
comes over to @viledictum and silently stares at the older man until he finally lowers his newspaper.
“i need money.”























