Even the feast had been required, she wouldn’t have gone. She put enough effort into pretending she didn’t hate the holiday for her son, she didn’t have to put that effort into pleasing the rest of the student body. “If you’re going to scold me, I suggest you pick your words with care--” She wasn’t in the mood and she wasn’t above throwing a hex at him to make her point clear. (The glass of wine she had already had probably didn’t help her mood) She also didn’t want his pity. Much of her anger, her fear, the nightmares, were nothing more than shadows of memories, but the bitterness that came with the holiday had yet to loosen it’s grip. “I’m also not much in the mood for company, so let me ask, what do you want?” She would let him stay if he insisted, knowing his stubbornness rivaled her own.  Though she wasn’t going to let on about that. 

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@potionmastre​   /   s.   /   snape   (   luna   )   ❤

* LUNA   :   “  Now I'm shining luminous, just look at who I grew to be.   ”

✉ ➟ @potionmastre​ said:

∟   “Hush, do you want to get caught?”

 a c c e p t i n g  ✓ ✓ ✓   this meme right here

╳                         Oh. Is she being loud? In any other situation, the blonde would be willing to contest the accusation; she’s not particularly known for causing a commotion, after all. Is she not the paradigm of composure and structured grace, nary a hair out of place or a wrinkle in view? BUT --- Right now her pale fingers flex in the tangled material of his robes before curling tighter around the fabric, his name catching in her throat just to be effectively silenced by the soft, but demanding, insistence of her mouth against his. Right now she just wants to be held --- to feel something other than resounding loss and resentment for a few stolen moments in time. The sounds of footsteps outside diminish, drifting away until only the two of them remain.  

❝ Are you saying the prospect doesn’t excite you? ❞ Her words are a whisper against the corner of his mouth as she shifts and moves to wrap her lithe arms around his neck.  ❝ We’re both clever creatures, you and I. I think there’s a great deal we can get away with unnoticed. ❞

I want you to know that I love you, so much. I am so lucky to share our lives together and raise our fur baby. Here is to many more years my love. :smooches:

*kisses you softly* pls know that i love you so much. and i love that we can talk to each other just by meowing

random love :: always accepting

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sev vc; hopefully never, it has been quite peaceful….

remus vc: aww you missed me, Severus.

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Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter. || Accepting

       ‘‘And I suppose you asked nicely?” Hermione asked, dark eyes turning absently to her classroom, her wand waving to straighten the chairs of the abandoned chamber, another wave to send the needles flying into a small, velvet-lined box. “If so, I can’t imagine why Neville might have denied your request. He’s always been very accommodating with me” she teased, turning her gaze back to the dark-haired wizard. 

       It was strange, to speak so plainly with her former professor, but they had worked together for several years now - though to say they were friends wouldn’t be quite right either, amiable colleagues perhaps. 

       “I’m sure that if you approach him again, politely, he might agree to set a patch aside for your personal use.” she suggested, “After all, I doubt you’re going to find better soil outside your own garden. He really has done wonders for the greenhouse.” 

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                his head is down ;   he cannot look his professor in the eye.  not when what he is saying is nothing short of the TRUTH.  snape had always been one to never be dishonest with the boy, always handing him the truth when his parents did not.  CAREFUL, YOUNG PRINCE.  the world does not owe you anything.  but draco is so tired, he is so tired of standing tall in honor of his family.  for his father’s failures, that weight so heavy on such slim shoulders.   he was crowned to be a GOD but never be ATLAS ; for the world should be his but not like this.  

                   this emotionless facade only fades, though, the dark bags under his eyes look like bruises on such porcelain skin.  snape’s plea only matches the words his mother will never say, and draco pretends he doesn’t hear her crying late at night, begging his father for another way.  but as long as THEIR DARK LORD is alive, draco is to be his.  a pawn in his game, a knight who one day may be KING if he can make it to the other side.  that promise seems faint, though, and his hands shake at the mere thought of blood on his hands.  

                      head turned back, for a boy with such power at his heels his voice sure is soft and wavering.  he doesn’t break yet, though ; that house of glass still held together even with all it’s cracks.  HE CAN’T ACCEPT HIS HELP.  because that means that’s one more person that could die from his own consequences, and he glances forward, back to the school below the astronomy tower.  

                      ‘’           -------      DID MOTHER PUT YOU UP TO THIS?        ‘’           the question is small, eyes turned to the place he’s called home for the last six years of his life.  the very one he helped to destroy, with death eaters roaming the halls to find their next victim.  to find their precious BOY WHO LIVED.  a prophecy with more stories to tell.          ‘’         you know you can’t help me, professor.     NOT NOW.     my ties to the dark lord cannot be severed, he will kill them.  he’ll kill me.  i can’t       ------      i don’t want their blood on my hands.   so PLEASE           professor.          YOU HAVE TO LET ME DO THIS ONE ON MY OWN.     ‘’        oh, foolish boy, have you lost yourself in the fire?  

mr.....................potteh.

“There’s no need to call me Sir, Professor.”

i was fine. alright? i am fine. i don’t need any help.

             ❝  you’re saying that with your mouth, but your body language suggests you need help --  ❞ despite LOATHING the man, SIRIUS had a hard time watching SEVERUS struggle. he was more than sure snape didn’t want the help he offered but sirius didn’t take no for an answer when it benefitted.               ❝  next time i can just let you struggle and look like an idiot, if you want.  ❞

          “Do not tell me what the first task is Severus or I will hex you.” She was worried enough as it was when it came to her son. Still a boy, required to compete in this damn tournament. Not that there was anything that could be done now. She wasn’t sure she could handle knowing what it was her son was going up against. 

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@ luna for reasons - 🌵 parental = because this meme doesn't have friendship/mentorship on it but yes. uwu snape protecc luna because she is too pure and soff.

meme.   accepting.   [ @potionmastre ]

[ OOC ] LISTEN, LISTEN.  I approve 100% of a friendship between teacher and student, perhaps something akin to a familial bond, like an adopted uncle or niece lol.  But, I definitely believe that they could build a special kind of bond with each other, even if Snape keeps up his more stern front when interacting with her.  She doesn’t mind that at all with people; she does take notice, but she chooses to kind of just ignore it anyways and keep interacting with them lol.  I think she’s kind of stubborn in that way actually; looking for the good in people until she finally finds it or gets burned / hurt in the process.  Like all the bullying she endured during her beginner years at Hogwarts, she chose to think about it as a game instead of bullying ( though she knew it was ), she thought of it as a game to make herself feel better, and not feel sad about it.  I do kind of wonder, what Snape’s thoughts were when Luna was kidnapped tbh.  I think he was Headmaster that year ???  But, back on topic, there’s potential there; especially because Luna is also such a good student, she pays attention, does decently in his class, then very well in the class later ( thanks to tutoring from Theodore & asking Snape questions after class too ).

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DAINTY EYEBROWS QUIRK IN SURPRISE, LIPS PULLED INTO SMIRK. She had watched students slink into the slimy dungeon as if they were being marched towards their executions. Penny, of course, held no such beliefs. The potions class was as much a home as the hufflepuff common room, sometimes even more so. And Professor Snape’s prickly demeanor did nothing to deter her. She had been raised to rise above criticism and wade through the sharp edges to find the compliments. She had a feeling he cared far more than he let on. She settled on a desk, pulling out her advanced potions book (complete with her own handwritten notes scribbled in the margins.) 

Blue eyes glittered with amusement, “I mean no disrespect, sir, but I’ve done more trials than I care to count, and stirring the potion counter clockwise five times and clockwise once seems to improve the efficiency by  nearly twenty five percent.” Of course, as with everything else in potions it had to be done meticulously and with a pattern, but still extending the effects a quarter longer seemed well worth the scrupulous methodology. 

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YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART RIGHT?

Snape SnAPe SEVERUS SNAPE. Dumbledore!!!

“how long has it last been since you slept?”

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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help. 

The question pulls her gaze from the pages of Melenora Hopkins Study of Ancient Celtic Rituals, and to the dark figure in her doorway. She stands, perhaps too quickly, as the rush of blood has her hands pressing tightly against the dark wood of her desk. “Professor Snape -” she beings, tone surprised and the familiar title falling from her lips without thought. During most conversations, Hermione was able to use his name properly, but it was often a conscious choice. 

“A while.” she sighs, fingers pinching at the bridge of her nose. “ I thought some reading might help me sleep.” a hand waves over the over the piles of books that covered her desk. “I suppose I should have known better” 

“What brings you here so late?” 

snape lowkey supports quibbler and lunas knowledge of nargles.

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{ OOC } LUNA WOULD LOVE TO HAVE THIS KNOWLEDGE BUT ALAS, but listen, listen, I need to send you more things and we need to plot and talk about them because wow, Luna and Snape interacting?  A love tbh, we need to write these things.  There is littlef fan art, and I'm going to go stalk for some more, but the fan art there is of them is just so golden.  She also isn’t necessarily bad at potions, but it takes her a lot of effort to study for lkasjdlkfajdsf.  She probs comes to him to ask questions after she conquers her nervousness about it the first couple times lkasdjfsldf.  FREKAING ADORABLE ASDLFKJA !