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A/N: Just when I feared that my interest in HP fanfic was subtly dying, I happened to discover the crazy amazing world of Snape/Sinistra! Al the credit goes to She's a Star and Gedia Kacela for their Lamentations/Diaries that had me dying for this sardonic pair. I never knew that the Hogwarts faculty could be so insane and hilarious! Anyway, these will be written with alternating POV per drabble (for the most part unless I forget this rule, which is likely to happen) and they are in no particular chronological order and will probably be very random since I am totally in love with this ship right now and don't care how I write them as long as I write them and yeah, even post-HBP, I haven't stop shipping them, although these were written months before. And the definition for ambivalence in the summary is courtesy of
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For a greasy little git with insecurities that he'd rather have died than acknowledged and a fear of baths, it seemed, his character—or perhaps, lack thereof—could often have surprised you.
For her, it was always difficult. Difficult to bite back an insult and even more difficult to save her face when he'd give her a squelch of a retort.
Nevertheless, the temptation to bicker with Severus Snape never got old or stale. The words exchange left her feeling dismal and boiled her blood every bloody time, and yet, her day would not be complete without them.
It was an odd sort of bond they shared. The I-hit-you-and-you-hit-me-back cycle seemed to go on ceaselessly and would go on like this eternally.
One could perhaps have even called it an extreme sort of ambivalence, had the word not implied a notion of mutual love as well as mutual hatred because most of the time, there was no love lost between the two as there was no love to start with. The frequently-shattered flasks in his study—courtesy of Auriga Sinistra—as well as the ruined star charts in her study were proof of that.
This history went far back, and the glassware-shatterings and the starchart-sabotagings did likewise. This war had started long before their days as colleagues because the first time the two had exchanged words had not been pleasant, especially because at the time, they had been fourteen.
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