My Love is Vengeance: Chapter Three: Why don't you fly with me.
A soft sigh escaped Trinity's lips as she sunk into one of the chairs in the library, curling her legs beneath her and tucking her head down into her arms.
"What an ass." It was just the sort of thing she needed. It really was. Nothing like getting into it with a professor before the term had even started. She tried to shrug it off of her. She didn't care what people thought of her. Honestly, she didn't. And she wasn't about to take such a stupid thing to heart anyway. It wasn't even that bad of a thing. Her hands found themselves at her temples, slowly rubbing circles. She could feel a migraine just itching to come out.
Her eyes slowly fluttered shut and her head rested back against the soft leather of the chair beneath her. Sleep now came, as quickly as it had left earlier and she drifted deeply into a state of dreamless rest. Forgetting all about Professor Snape and her first over reaction of the day.
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Snape still was pacing in the morning glow while Trinity dozed off in the sanctuary of the library. He couldn't get past the fact that she had treated him the way she did. To most it wasn't much, even to him it wasn't much. But just the thought that she didn't even know him and proceeded to treat him with such a sense of apathy burned his blood. He did, however, realize that it was the same attitude that he took on. That quieted him down a bit and he began to walk forward, feeling the chilled air caress his face. Time passed and as the dawn drew on his foul mood seemed to lessen, even if it was fractional by measure and by the time he had to retreat to the castle the incident had almost vanished from his mind. He glided down hallway after hallway before coming to his chambers, pausing to open the door and shut it abruptly behind himself.
The room was bright and cheery despite his precautions to ward off the light and it made him wince in recollection of the darker more accommodating dungeons. Yet another reason for him to resent abomination that was Professor Hawthorne.
That being Trinity, of course. She wasn't really an abomination, per se. He actually had been taken aback the first time her saw her. She was, for lack of a better word, odd. Her appearance was enough to make one such as himself look twice. Not in a way that portrayed her as beautiful, but in such a manner that you had to look a second time to make sure you saw her right.
Her hair shone blue in the blackest sense, shorter than his own and much thicker, more lush. It jutted out in unkempt spikes pointing in every direction from the back, no doubt on account of her constantly running her hands through it, save for two longer pieces, falling just below her defined jaw line. One on each side of her face, they, tamer than the rest, stayed tucked back behind her ears most of the time. And her ears, how strange! Pierced not in the lobe like normal, but through the inner hollow with thick silver rings. The thought of that sensation made Severus shiver in wonderment. Her complexion was quite milky pale, almost translucent, with no blush nor blemish. It gave her an ethereal quality and made him swear that she had Elvish blood running through her veins. Her lips roughly rouged in natural pigment, full and set in an expression of discontent almost at all times. Eyes large, shaped like almonds that bore the color of mercury. Quite enchanting at that, though not when smeared with that dreadful black kohl that she seemed to favor so often. Her stature was below his, but not enough to deem her as short. Her body was petite, all in all there. And she dressed, from what he saw in darker royal colors.
Thinking back she most reminded him of something feline almost. Her eyes reflected light back to you in a manner of phosphorescence that, at times was quite unnerving. She had presence, from what he noticed, but not so much so because of the way that she was easily frustrated and her temper was quick to flare. The past conversation confirming that. Looking back he would assume she would fall into the category of attractive to most, at least. He thought she looked interesting, to say nothing else.
He had taken seat in a rather plush chair in his bedroom, staring at the cobble stoned wall while he let his mind wander over the newest addition to the Hogwarts team. He groaned absently and stood, assuming that it would be time for the staff meeting soon. With fluid movements he crossed from his sleeping chambers to his office and to the door, stepping out quietly.