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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. Additionally, there is sexism, racism, and homophobia (specifically sapphic-phobia) in this fic, because Snape is super gross. Feel free to back out if need be.
Author's Note: This is the last fill that will be in this collection. The next fill that matches what I'm including in this collection will be in a new "story" that will be called "The Round File 2" or something to that effect.
Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 14); Mc4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: Slytherin MC; Hufflepuff MC; Gryffindor MC; In a Flash; Lunar Era; The 3rd Rule; Ship Sails
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 14 – Assignment 07
Subject (Task No.): Mindfulness & Meditation (Task#2: Write a story in first person present tense.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Fantastic Beasts [165](Someone pure evil); 365 Prompts [35](Devotion); Scavenger Hunt [36](First Person); Pinata [Hard](Hurt/Comfort); Salad Bar [Boiled Egg](Perceived as reserved/cold/unfriendly); Hogwarts Library [Matilda](Any Canon Hogwarts Professor)
Other MC4A Challenges: SpB [1A](Digging); TrB [1D](Knight Templar); Ship (Gilded Lily)[Bingo](2E - Necktie/Bowtie); Hunt [Sp Set](Library); Chim [Isopra](Royal Purple)
Representation(s): Severus Snape; Discussion of Blood Family; Black Lily Evans Potter/Alice Longbottom
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Found Family; Fizzy Lemonade; Peddling Pots; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; Persistence Still); Chorus (Odd Feathers)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: SN (Rail; Negate)
Word Count: 917 words
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Wickedness
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I can't imagine what it is like for her, my Lily. She is—as she has always been—my precious love. She is like one of the first blooms of spring, a balm upon my troubled soul. When she is near, I do not hear the echoing clash of my parents. I do not hear the foul stench of my muggle father. I do not see the pathetic crumple of my mother, and therefore I do not need to think about how she betrayed the noble blood that flows through her veins.
I know that I should turn my attention to a more worthy target. Her muddy blood is not her fault, of course, and she has proven on many occasions that she is more than capable of rising above the filth she has been born from. It is no different from the unfortunate darkness of her complexion. Despite how much she resembles her own mother (but thankfully, not the utter nag of a stepsister that was Petunia), there must have been some bit of mix up when she had been born. Perhaps it had even been deliberate, like a cuckoo leaving its egg in some other bird's nest. Not only did his ebony queen have magic, she had hair the deep color of rubies to match her emerald eyes.
Alas, I find that I cannot fix my devotion upon a more worthy woman. I love her too much to pursue someone with cleaner blood. Even when she spurned me, I could see what she was doing. She seeks to confirm to herself my commitment to her through attempting to rile my temper. Seeing how she has now taken up the act of play-dating that Hufflepuff tart, Alice Diore, I am tempted to interfere more directly than watching from afar.
But I cannot imagine what it might be like for her. By virtue of her natural inclination, my mocha delight is more prone to flights of fancy and emotional instability. That she is confused into believing that what she has with the Hufflepuff might be some grand romance is not at all hard to understand. I am indulgent of this farce to a certain extent. My love has delicate sensibilities, and it would not do to upset her just because she does not trust that I would never give her up.
However, even the most delicate of flowers needed guidance if it was to grow correctly, and this misbehavior needs to be pruned as it was getting out of hand.
Alice is wearing a royal purple necktie over a stark white men's button-up. Her waistcoat is a jet black with antique brass buttons. It matches her trousers. If she had been a man, it will be a very dashing ensemble, but on her womanly figure, it is as ridiculous as her shorn hair. Alice's disgusting habit of dressing like a man is only a passing annoyance to me, and I do not make it a habit to go digging into the reasons why she feels the need to do so.
Lily, on the other hand, is pulling the necktie out of Alice's waistcoat and yanking her forward by it. As if she has no shame whatsoever, my love is kissing that Hufflepuff trollop! Right there in the middle of the library, where anyone who has come to study can see her hedonistic ways! It is only right that I step in to correct her behavior.
I slam my book down on the table and march to the pair.
"Have you no shame?" I hiss at them both, but as always, I focus more on my precious one. I try to gentle my tone, as I already see the temper glittering in her lovely emerald orbs. "You do not need to go to such lengths to get my attention, Lily."
"Excuse me?" she bites out. I nod sharply to confirm it, but she seems to need more reassurance as to my meaning.
"I love you," I say to her. To affect a more sincere mien, I press a hand to my chest. "I will always love you. Always. I see now that you require a firmer hand to keep you in line. I am prepared to be the bondmate you need."
"There appears to be a disconnect," she says to me. Her tone is far more even than it should be for the amount of rage I can see on her face. "We—" She gestures between the two of us with one hand. "—are not dating. We have never been dating. Nor will we ever be dating."
"I understand that you are upset with me—"
"Actually, I'm not," she interrupts. She is rolling those lovely eyes of hers. I frown sternly at her. "To be upset with you, I would have to care about you, and frankly, I have more important things to care about than a racist git who used to be my friend."
With those words, she turns and leaves the library. Since she had not bothered to keep her voice to a respectful level for the library, everyone is watching her departure. Which means they also are forced to watch as Alice wraps her arm possessively around Lily's waist just before they exit.
Clearly, I have allowed the dalliance to continue too long. I should have known that Alice is a horrid influence on my precious love. I will need to do something desperate to free Lily from that woman's wicked wiles.