Day: SevenTeen
Chapter: Eight
Chapter Title: Thinking makes the Fire Alarm go off..
Time and Date: Friday 11 Oct. (Harry's fifth year) 5:45pm.
Severus had left the hospital wing a few days ago, arriving back to almost normal health for the imminent Monday.
He was still somewhat addlepated [confused], however was perfectly able to teach.
He had a slight limp, and a bit of a sore throat- but he was fine. Full health.
For him, anyway.
He was just glad Poppy hadn't picked up on the lack of food in his stomach.
'Was that why Albus' words had stung so?' The man wondered as he took his evening constitution, around the Hogwarts grounds.
He walked around the edge of the lake, listening to the echos of 'Kamikaze' which flew around his head, stinging with a startling ache to his heart.
He didn't set out to hurt- he set out to do good- but as with his relationships with others... It ended (started and continued) with their pain.
Severus hung his head, he was a monster.
'A smarmy, decripitated, self-harming monster.'
Well, OK. The latter wasn't exactly true, but it might as well have been. Denying the body food was as good as not feeding it deliberately, wasn't it?
Severus Snape could make potions in his sleep (or at least in an alcohol induced stupor), but trying to figure out logic like that made his head hurt.
Or at least made it go fuzzy.
