DIG
01 - Heavy Refrain
The man furrowed his brows and submerged the spoon in his breakfast cup full of cereals, the milk spilling out a little on the wooden table.
He was tall, dark-haired, truly handsome and perpetually sullen.
For his thoughts, that morning as usual, were "casually" lingering on a certain bat-like person.
There were as much reasons as the stars in the sky at night he loathed Snape.
First of all, he was himself – no mystery – and this had always been the real disgraceful reason since the very start of their…their unnamed relationship.
That thin, ugly and despicable creepy weirdo had always been too much of an undeserved challenge for his own pride , his own universal righteousness, even for his own beauty…
How did he possibly dare to have such a horrible…Wait, wait, wait, first of all…How did he possibly EXIST?
Tha dark-haired man untidily munched his cereals, full of surprised concern.
How spiteful, harassing, deceitful…
He kept refraining all his blurry and shocked emotions, almost like he never noticed enough his feeling of hatred and mistrust.
It was like that was the very first morning of realization - a morning that was following an undefined number of other mornings, about all the same.
Sipping lazily from the coffee mug, he told himself he was having a solid revelation, no doubts about it..
He hated Snape, and that was all, ladies and gentlemen, you can go home now…
So guilty, so wrong, so full of himself, so twisted in his mind…
How dared he being so highly respected by Dumbledore?
To think that he was trapped in that old damned house instead…
The man gulped down the rest of his milk and munched some buttered bread.
The thing was – and this annoyed him above every other consideration – that poisonous half-man could actually display his magic skills and powers, while he was forced to stay home, forced to hide his true identity.
And this, unfortunately, had nothing to do with the truth, the only proof of his innocence gone with that cursed, somber hairless rat he once had treated as a friend.
The man sighed, and plunged his long finger in the raspberry jam he loved so much, sipping it absent-mindedly.
How could Snape possibly be…so…so Snapish?
These and many others were Sirius' concerns during that early breakfast time, whilst late autumn daylight bathed gracefully the table and his own beautiful face features.
Creeeek
The kitchen door was lightly parted by a pale hand.
Sirius jerked his head a little, still savoring his own finger.
The well-known unreadable and grumpy expression of Severus Snape locked its judgmental look on Sirius relaxed body.
Sirius stiffed all at once, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Snape took a few steps in the room and gathered himself in front of the crackling fireplace.
The man looked horrible…well, at least more horrible than usual, totally tuckered out.
He took a seat in front of the fireplace, ignoring Sirius, took off his thick dark cloak and stayed there without any more movements.
Sirius was a little surprised…Snivellus wasn't even trying to mock or scoff him for some useless reason.
The man was totally awry, maybe he had a tough night due to the Order's shifts.
While in the middle of the room Snape kept ignoring him, Sirius plug up the jam jar and stood up.
He silently started busying himself with a kettle and some water, rapidly heated with the tip of his wand.
Then he searched pell-mell throughout teabags boxes, choosing a strong-flavored green leaves tea - the bag a bit battered but still usable.
He handed the fuming cup to Snape, touching him lightly on the shoulder.
Snape jolted at the contact and almost lost his adamantine temper while looking to an appallingly kind Sirius Black handing him a hot delicious cup of steaming tea.
The tired man didn't spill a single venom-word of his and started sipping the tea silently.
Sirius shuffled himself away from the kitchen and he thought that could be considered a bit of a break to the usual, heavy refrain between the two of them.