p class="MsoNormal"Severus Snape/p
p class="MsoNormal"He was a loner whether it is in Slytherin or outside. A tall thin seemingly gangly but actually elegant body, silky shoulder-length black hair, a pair of unfathomable obsidian eyes that seemingly peered into your soul and a heart apparently made of ice. Many would say his heart was actually made of ice which led to his unofficial title "Ice Prince" but that could also be because of his would be beautiful looks if he did not sneer or scowl nearly every time he passed somebody. Everywhere he went, there was an aura of chilling cold calm that seemed like a snake waiting amongst the grass ready to strike if needed. I guess seeing he was in Slytherin also helped with that simile. There was an unspoken rule amongst the snakes (If you haven't already guessed I'm also a snake) and everyone else with sense and that never angered him. There was sometimes where people had gotten a little too close for comfort that the snake waiting would strike out with an alarming speed and swiftness./p
p class="MsoNormal"An example of this was when a six-year pureblood by the name of Thomas Gayle had unwittingly challenged Severus Snape the 'Ice Prince', to a duel when the prince wouldn't, to say the least, bow down and get onto his knees to worship his almighty fat ass. Sorry, I'm mean almighty power over us all and we his humble servants should bow down till our head scrapes the floor whenever he passes.. What happened in the duel was to, say the least again, nice. Though when it comes to fights with the Ice Prince AKA Severus Snape, it was never nice. In fact, it was outright brutal to be blunt. I actually think I can go blunter than that but then I would be in deep trouble if anyone found out I wrote. Before Gayle had even drawn out his wand to begin the duel, the prince was already moving in a beautiful, lethal and breathtaking dance. One moment the prince was standing there, the next, behind, in front, beside, above. Spells were thrown in such deadly accuracy in the blink of an eye; Gayle hadn't had the time to move. No one had the time to even think of any words to describe him. The silk hair flowing out in waves of black, the elegant body jumping, rolling, somersaulting moving to a melody no one could hear, and the eyes, oh the eyes. A spark never seen before had appeared, shinning in such ferocity it was conveying so many emotions that they had never seen before in the eyes of Severus Snape./p
p class="MsoNormal"In a moment, it was over. Somehow, the prince (he's going to be referred to the prince from now on,) had returned to his starting position in front of the fireplace, the flames giving him an unearthly look as he stared unblinkingly at the twitching set of muscles that was Gayle. Trying to describe the prince was hard enough but the body that was Gayle's was practically unrecognizable. No one could see his face anymore, it was covered in hideous boil and burn marks. The body had blood all over it and the bubbling blood seeped onto the silver and green carpet which he laid on. The crimson blood that stained it kept growing while the flames flickered almost hungrily. Gayle moaned in fear and pain as the prince crouched and gently, but firmly, grabbed his face and stared into the fearful brown eyes. He merely smirked and shook his head like he was a parent looking disappointedly at a disobedient child. He leaned in close and whispered something in his ear too quietly for us to hear but Gayle had and the six-year was shaking so badly now that it had us wondering what in Salazar's name the prince had said./p
p class="MsoNormal"With a simple wave of his wand, Gayle was back to normal and it looked like he never had a fight except for the fact he had a puddle of piss (sorry for the rudeness but I had to get that off my chest). The prince turned to us, a cold hard look in his eye, and looked slowly over each person that had witnessed this spectacle./p
p class="MsoNormal""I hope no one else decides to make such a senseless and it is ill-advised to anger me. Now you may wonder why I left him alone and did no more harm," He said in his smooth baritone tone, eyeing us like a wolf eyes his prey, "but know this, I did not do any more physical harm." A few of us let out a small breath of relief. The rest of us knew better. "I had recently created a spell," Gasps were echoed across the room as the prince smiled coldly. "It makes you relive your nightmares over and over again until you will be begging to die." Our blood turned cold at the thought of falling asleep only to wake up after experiencing another nightmare. "It goes for over a period of months and will get worse each time. Also," he added as a second thought," None of you will be able to talk about this." With that, he swept out of the room, leaving everyone anxious and uneasy./p
p class="MsoNormal"It turns out he had a number of spells self-made, a talent for working with potions, and an undeniable talent for wandless magic./p
p class="MsoNormal"A few years later-/p
p class="MsoNormal"As soon as emhe/em reached 18, he had reached the position on the Dark Lord's left hand. Lucius was on his right but emhe/em never fought for that position. You don't have to ask who 'he' is. You already know. He had already risen to the level of the inner circle last year, the cold prince as all of the snakes knew him to be. There was no change in the way he behaved at school, same closed off expression, same old sneer and sarcastic comments, but you could tell there was a difference. Not matter what, he looked and acted the same as he always did but something was off. I can never place my hand on it. It's at the tip of my tongue and I feel utterly useless when trying to figure it out. There's just something different. Whether this difference was good or bad, (whether for him or for us, I don't know) we could only wait and hope. With his power and knowledge, it could bring down the entire war within weeks. We are all desperate know, not knowing which side to choose, which side would be better to survive in. We could only wait and hope./p
p class="MsoNormal"He was a loner whether it is in Slytherin or outside. A tall thin seemingly gangly but actually elegant body, silky shoulder-length black hair, a pair of unfathomable obsidian eyes that seemingly peered into your soul and a heart apparently made of ice. Many would say his heart was actually made of ice which led to his unofficial title "Ice Prince" but that could also be because of his would be beautiful looks if he did not sneer or scowl nearly every time he passed somebody. Everywhere he went, there was an aura of chilling cold calm that seemed like a snake waiting amongst the grass ready to strike if needed. I guess seeing he was in Slytherin also helped with that simile. There was an unspoken rule amongst the snakes (If you haven't already guessed I'm also a snake) and everyone else with sense and that never angered him. There was sometimes where people had gotten a little too close for comfort that the snake waiting would strike out with an alarming speed and swiftness./p
p class="MsoNormal"An example of this was when a six-year pureblood by the name of Thomas Gayle had unwittingly challenged Severus Snape the 'Ice Prince', to a duel when the prince wouldn't, to say the least, bow down and get onto his knees to worship his almighty fat ass. Sorry, I'm mean almighty power over us all and we his humble servants should bow down till our head scrapes the floor whenever he passes.. What happened in the duel was to, say the least again, nice. Though when it comes to fights with the Ice Prince AKA Severus Snape, it was never nice. In fact, it was outright brutal to be blunt. I actually think I can go blunter than that but then I would be in deep trouble if anyone found out I wrote. Before Gayle had even drawn out his wand to begin the duel, the prince was already moving in a beautiful, lethal and breathtaking dance. One moment the prince was standing there, the next, behind, in front, beside, above. Spells were thrown in such deadly accuracy in the blink of an eye; Gayle hadn't had the time to move. No one had the time to even think of any words to describe him. The silk hair flowing out in waves of black, the elegant body jumping, rolling, somersaulting moving to a melody no one could hear, and the eyes, oh the eyes. A spark never seen before had appeared, shinning in such ferocity it was conveying so many emotions that they had never seen before in the eyes of Severus Snape./p
p class="MsoNormal"In a moment, it was over. Somehow, the prince (he's going to be referred to the prince from now on,) had returned to his starting position in front of the fireplace, the flames giving him an unearthly look as he stared unblinkingly at the twitching set of muscles that was Gayle. Trying to describe the prince was hard enough but the body that was Gayle's was practically unrecognizable. No one could see his face anymore, it was covered in hideous boil and burn marks. The body had blood all over it and the bubbling blood seeped onto the silver and green carpet which he laid on. The crimson blood that stained it kept growing while the flames flickered almost hungrily. Gayle moaned in fear and pain as the prince crouched and gently, but firmly, grabbed his face and stared into the fearful brown eyes. He merely smirked and shook his head like he was a parent looking disappointedly at a disobedient child. He leaned in close and whispered something in his ear too quietly for us to hear but Gayle had and the six-year was shaking so badly now that it had us wondering what in Salazar's name the prince had said./p
p class="MsoNormal"With a simple wave of his wand, Gayle was back to normal and it looked like he never had a fight except for the fact he had a puddle of piss (sorry for the rudeness but I had to get that off my chest). The prince turned to us, a cold hard look in his eye, and looked slowly over each person that had witnessed this spectacle./p
p class="MsoNormal""I hope no one else decides to make such a senseless and it is ill-advised to anger me. Now you may wonder why I left him alone and did no more harm," He said in his smooth baritone tone, eyeing us like a wolf eyes his prey, "but know this, I did not do any more physical harm." A few of us let out a small breath of relief. The rest of us knew better. "I had recently created a spell," Gasps were echoed across the room as the prince smiled coldly. "It makes you relive your nightmares over and over again until you will be begging to die." Our blood turned cold at the thought of falling asleep only to wake up after experiencing another nightmare. "It goes for over a period of months and will get worse each time. Also," he added as a second thought," None of you will be able to talk about this." With that, he swept out of the room, leaving everyone anxious and uneasy./p
p class="MsoNormal"It turns out he had a number of spells self-made, a talent for working with potions, and an undeniable talent for wandless magic./p
p class="MsoNormal"A few years later-/p
p class="MsoNormal"As soon as emhe/em reached 18, he had reached the position on the Dark Lord's left hand. Lucius was on his right but emhe/em never fought for that position. You don't have to ask who 'he' is. You already know. He had already risen to the level of the inner circle last year, the cold prince as all of the snakes knew him to be. There was no change in the way he behaved at school, same closed off expression, same old sneer and sarcastic comments, but you could tell there was a difference. Not matter what, he looked and acted the same as he always did but something was off. I can never place my hand on it. It's at the tip of my tongue and I feel utterly useless when trying to figure it out. There's just something different. Whether this difference was good or bad, (whether for him or for us, I don't know) we could only wait and hope. With his power and knowledge, it could bring down the entire war within weeks. We are all desperate know, not knowing which side to choose, which side would be better to survive in. We could only wait and hope./p