Simply, I decided to try my hand at writing a series of drabbles. These are short 1 page verbal sketches (aka DRABBLES) of Snape in his teenage years. There is no plot, just some good clean fluff that should make you alternately scream "Awww!! Cute!!" and "Oh, how sad!!!!" at your unresponsive computer screen.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. Enough said.
Sketches of Adolescent Severus
(Let's say this is 2nd Year.)
Rainstorm
Aimlessly he wandered down halls, poking his large nose into every nook or cranny as he came across it. Oh, the bliss of a Saturday afternoon with nothing to do!
At once he discovered himself out in a courtyard he never had seen before. Ah, but Hogwarts could hide its best secrets well; the place was only perhaps ten feet square in area, laid with soft dirt, two birch trees, and an iron bench in between them. A clap of thunder accosted Severus, and the boy glanced up to see an open patch of bleary sky over the little oasis.
He found great pleasure in standing beneath the eaves as the clouds cried their hearts out above him, shedding their cool spring tears on the earth, bench, and trees. The rain evaded him physically, but the patter on the stone turrets of the castle attested to the droplets' existence.
April showers bring May flowers
Or so Snape knew the maxim read.
It was amazing, really, what a little fall of rain from the heavens could do to revitalize the greens of the world.
Suppose it works on humans.
With this thought, Snape stepped down the cold cobblestone steps to enter the little garden. The liquid precipitation pummeled his face, but he did not mind. A sharp laugh emitting from his being, he wildly shook out his head like a mangy cur on the street. The locks of his hair lapped across his face as the water poured over him—syrupy in consistency, like the elements of the sky were dispensing a flavorless topping over his being in preparation to devour.
Oh, but the rain did have a flavor!
His tongue passed over his upper lip, seducing the taste of the raindrops that accumulated on his peach fuzz. The faintly salty hint of natural perspiration dissipated by the second lick, and instead a fresh, sweet coolness accosted his taste buds—the fresh, sweet coolness that could only be described as rain. The sensation drove him berserk. A glowing energy swept down his throat as he swallowed the tears of the sky, and the feeling penetrated the rest of his body as his blood carried the tingling goodness to the tips of his cold hands and toes.
He never had known a moment like this before, when, without the influence of Lily's presence, he could actually estimate himself as happy.
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