I honestly have done a good job of keeping away from fanfiction so far. I only began a short humor fiction in SAT class yesterday, and came up with this today after a talk with my boyfriend about his childhood friend. So yeah. I'm sticking to the battlements, but I'm writing this down just to prove I'm still alive and not dead.
This is set in a random time before their estrangement, okay? Okay.
Severus shoved his hands in his pockets when Lily arrived; it would never do for her to see his bared knuckles after another set of taunts from the Marauders. She approached eagerly, shoving a sheath of papers into her bag after arithmancy class.
"Hey Sev, how's the library today?" she asked quietly, sitting beside him with a smile.
"Fine." His scowl testified to otherwise, however. In a completely genial manner, he asked: "May I have a quill?"
"Sure." She proffered him one that she had tucked behind her ear with haste, carefully pinching off one of the stray red hairs that had twined itself around its base.
"Thanks." Thus proceeding, he took the instrument and snapped it clear in half!
"What ever in the world was that for?" she demanded sternly. "That was a great quill!"
"All your quills are great, Lily," replied Severus calmly, then he repaired it before her eyes with a whispered reparo!
She examined it. "It'll never be the same, though," she mused sadly.
Snape just shook his head, wondering why she could never see anything deeper than the immediate problem.