Antiquated Words
Preface
Severus inhaled deeply, clenching his eyes and forcing a hurricane of blood to rush to his ears. The thundering, numb sound echoed through his skull, blocking out the loudest of the taunts. A dull laughter echoed in his mind, which was quickly followed by a surge of anger.
How dare they. How dare they taunt him, confine him to humiliation! Laugh and tease him like the petty schoolboys they were.
"Alright there Snivels!" "Excuse me James while I inspect that dead animal on his head" "The correct word is 'habitat' Sirius, there is a 'habitat' on his head"
A sharp breath and a shaky release followed. He turned to gaze out the window. A distant sun set could be seen on the horizon. It reminded him vaguely of Him … the cool evening breeze sauntered towards Severus, engulfing him in a shroud of frozen sensation. He exhaled heavily, slowly easing toward the window. His legs seemed to move slower and slower, as if willing him to remain against the stone wall.
It didn't matter that he was surrounded by suppressed silence. He now forfeited any desire to live … and love.