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Dull. The only word to describe the very existence of Severus Snape. Meaningless? Not quite, he thought to himself bitterly. He may find the teaching of young, shallow and often idiotic minds tedious and very often pointless but none the less his life had some, if only a little, meaning. Bringing down the Dark Lord, it was all there really was in his life. Helping Albus Dumbledore and the boy-wonder-who-lived. Even if the latter wasn't truly aware of how much he did. Silly, arrogant, good for nothing, Potter. Just like his father.
He sighed to himself, realising how dramatic and brooding he sounded. It was bad enough dealing with the 'misunderstood' students, never mind becoming an older version. It was difficult not to succumb sometimes, when you're constantly lonely. Eventually he gave himself a shake mentally and stopped gazing into the fire. Setting down his tea cup he felt it was time to retire for the evening, for tomorrow he would no doubt be summoned by the Dark Lord to divulge the false information bestowed upon him by Dumbledore. He shuddered to himself, it had always been a difficult and risky job, lying to the Dark Lord, but it never got any easier. No matter how many times he did it. It would all be worth it though, when the Dark Lord was brought down. A spectacular revenge for taking away his one true love, Lily.
He would never love again, nor show any great emotion. It had been that way for the past 16 years and it would always stay that way. He was but a mere statue, stone cold and emotionless. It was just how his life had panned out, he couldn't see any way of it ever changing now.
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