I already did a disclaimer so quit scowling at me and get reading. On due
to suggestions I am going to slow the pace down a bit okay??? Happy?
Snape watched his class cut, crush, and measure ingredients for the potion he assigned them. They were a pathetic bunch, breed from what Snape hoped the lowliest reaches of the Netherlands. They had no real potential except for Mr. Malfoy, and the vexatious girl Hermione Granger. Though he would never admit it, she was the smartest girl in the school. Her infectious laugh made him cringe and every time he saw her raise her hand he wished it away.
His muscle twitched under his desk, a spasm of remembrance. He calmed it by massaging his thigh and concentrating on the students. The vibration of the clinking the pots made, as things were added and stirred, reverberated in his scull and made his body ache. The smell of the potions was almost, if not totally obliterated, by the smell of soap and sweat. The heat of the fall day set deep within the walls of concrete fell upon their bodies and stifled their breakfast-fouled mouths.
Snape sneered as he watched Longbottom place twice the normal amount of Wolfsbaine into the smoke potion. When it started to turn a dull shade of gray Longbottom looked around and saw everyone else's was purple. Snape couldn't help but smile, a half grimace half smile. Though he loved to rag on the poor nothing like little boy he hated for perfect potions to go a mess.
"LONGBOTTOM!" He shouted across the room. "Dump that blobing mess and start again. If I don't see a screen of smoke by the end of class, you will be staying for however long it takes!"
Neville looked up quite frightened by the blackness that seemed to hold Snape. His form was dark and bent over. The only light thing about him was the white paleness of his skin. His abysmal sable eyes looked deadly as he watched the boy dispose of his melange potion and got started on his new one. Unfortunately, he was not done at the end of class, which meant that Snape would have to stay in the classroom and watch over the fumbling boy.
While Snape was cleaning up the papers he had strewn over his table someone passively knocked at the door. He was shocked to find a quiet and surreal looking Professor Vauns standing in the door way. She was pale and draw the dark circles under he eyes were almost a match to the silvery robes she wore. In one hand was a bag, the other hung loosely at her side.
Snape watched as Vauns slightly stumbling walked forward and sat rather resistantly into a desk not far from the door. Her pale hand trembled as she pushed a strand of escaping hair behind her ear. Her sleeve fell back to reveal a purple, blue, and red forearm. She winced as she push her sleeve back over her arm, and looked at him with her ever beautiful eyes.
"It is a curse." She stated painfully plainly. "It.. it has been with me since I was five. After a while I forget about it but no one else can. I didn't tell you or anyone else but Dumbledore and Poppy. I didn't think I would get near enough to have them touch me."
She watched as he looked her over, his eyes held wonder and passive contentment. He knew that she had told him the truth but something was being hidden, something was being unsaid. He tried to glare at her yet his eyes betrayed his wish and expressed his emotions. He was confused, he didn't know of any kind of curse that would constantly hurt a person in only one place for the entire of their life. He straitened the papers in his hands and placed them in a bag at the side of his desk then strode over to where she sat.
Her hands were lightly laid upon the table desk, and to Snape's great astonishment he could see the light blue veins. They contrasted sharply against the whitens of her skin, her cheeks were flushed light pink, and Snape believed that if he touched his wrist to her forehead he would find a blazing inferno. But he dared not to and his sharking hand stayed cloaked beneath the fold of his robes.
"Thank you for telling me." He sneered. "It seems that you come bearing gifts or is this just some way of tempting me?" He pointed to the bundle. His senses could smell the exotic blends of plants and other potion making items. Some which he was in great deplete of. She smiled her pearl white teeth shining in the dull dungeon light.
"It is sort of a sorry slash thank you gift." She looked into the abyss of his eyes. "I am sorry for not telling you, and I am thanking you for not being angry, though it seems that is without return of the wish." She smiled yet grimaced, he could hear her heat as it beat rapidly in her chest. She coughed within her breath and looked down as she rose. He noticed the shaking under robes yet she stood with precision and grace, then exited the room.
Snape looked down at the package and breathed a heavy and burdensome sigh. He picked up the package and placed it in his personal stored in the back. His head clamed and buzzed with a slight dark murmur. It calmed and soothed his blackened heart, it brought his breath to a smooth intake and exhale, and made his sharp eyes take in the darkness that surrounded him.
He could smell even more than his already knifelike senses caught before. The whiff of jasmine apprehended his nostrils with a flare of electricity. He brought himself too and pulled himself out of the intoxicating cloud and closed his door quickly behind him.
She was inebriating in every way, her eyes most capturing of all. She was always staring with those beautiful eyes. But behind them was something dark, something was sad, and something was deadly. They were beautiful eyes, and a deadly curse.
A/N I would like to thank you all, for the two reviews. Hope this is a little bit more subtle and a little less "jumpy"! I have to admit that I am astonished anyone would review this. Thanks I will be posting more soon.
Snape watched his class cut, crush, and measure ingredients for the potion he assigned them. They were a pathetic bunch, breed from what Snape hoped the lowliest reaches of the Netherlands. They had no real potential except for Mr. Malfoy, and the vexatious girl Hermione Granger. Though he would never admit it, she was the smartest girl in the school. Her infectious laugh made him cringe and every time he saw her raise her hand he wished it away.
His muscle twitched under his desk, a spasm of remembrance. He calmed it by massaging his thigh and concentrating on the students. The vibration of the clinking the pots made, as things were added and stirred, reverberated in his scull and made his body ache. The smell of the potions was almost, if not totally obliterated, by the smell of soap and sweat. The heat of the fall day set deep within the walls of concrete fell upon their bodies and stifled their breakfast-fouled mouths.
Snape sneered as he watched Longbottom place twice the normal amount of Wolfsbaine into the smoke potion. When it started to turn a dull shade of gray Longbottom looked around and saw everyone else's was purple. Snape couldn't help but smile, a half grimace half smile. Though he loved to rag on the poor nothing like little boy he hated for perfect potions to go a mess.
"LONGBOTTOM!" He shouted across the room. "Dump that blobing mess and start again. If I don't see a screen of smoke by the end of class, you will be staying for however long it takes!"
Neville looked up quite frightened by the blackness that seemed to hold Snape. His form was dark and bent over. The only light thing about him was the white paleness of his skin. His abysmal sable eyes looked deadly as he watched the boy dispose of his melange potion and got started on his new one. Unfortunately, he was not done at the end of class, which meant that Snape would have to stay in the classroom and watch over the fumbling boy.
While Snape was cleaning up the papers he had strewn over his table someone passively knocked at the door. He was shocked to find a quiet and surreal looking Professor Vauns standing in the door way. She was pale and draw the dark circles under he eyes were almost a match to the silvery robes she wore. In one hand was a bag, the other hung loosely at her side.
Snape watched as Vauns slightly stumbling walked forward and sat rather resistantly into a desk not far from the door. Her pale hand trembled as she pushed a strand of escaping hair behind her ear. Her sleeve fell back to reveal a purple, blue, and red forearm. She winced as she push her sleeve back over her arm, and looked at him with her ever beautiful eyes.
"It is a curse." She stated painfully plainly. "It.. it has been with me since I was five. After a while I forget about it but no one else can. I didn't tell you or anyone else but Dumbledore and Poppy. I didn't think I would get near enough to have them touch me."
She watched as he looked her over, his eyes held wonder and passive contentment. He knew that she had told him the truth but something was being hidden, something was being unsaid. He tried to glare at her yet his eyes betrayed his wish and expressed his emotions. He was confused, he didn't know of any kind of curse that would constantly hurt a person in only one place for the entire of their life. He straitened the papers in his hands and placed them in a bag at the side of his desk then strode over to where she sat.
Her hands were lightly laid upon the table desk, and to Snape's great astonishment he could see the light blue veins. They contrasted sharply against the whitens of her skin, her cheeks were flushed light pink, and Snape believed that if he touched his wrist to her forehead he would find a blazing inferno. But he dared not to and his sharking hand stayed cloaked beneath the fold of his robes.
"Thank you for telling me." He sneered. "It seems that you come bearing gifts or is this just some way of tempting me?" He pointed to the bundle. His senses could smell the exotic blends of plants and other potion making items. Some which he was in great deplete of. She smiled her pearl white teeth shining in the dull dungeon light.
"It is sort of a sorry slash thank you gift." She looked into the abyss of his eyes. "I am sorry for not telling you, and I am thanking you for not being angry, though it seems that is without return of the wish." She smiled yet grimaced, he could hear her heat as it beat rapidly in her chest. She coughed within her breath and looked down as she rose. He noticed the shaking under robes yet she stood with precision and grace, then exited the room.
Snape looked down at the package and breathed a heavy and burdensome sigh. He picked up the package and placed it in his personal stored in the back. His head clamed and buzzed with a slight dark murmur. It calmed and soothed his blackened heart, it brought his breath to a smooth intake and exhale, and made his sharp eyes take in the darkness that surrounded him.
He could smell even more than his already knifelike senses caught before. The whiff of jasmine apprehended his nostrils with a flare of electricity. He brought himself too and pulled himself out of the intoxicating cloud and closed his door quickly behind him.
She was inebriating in every way, her eyes most capturing of all. She was always staring with those beautiful eyes. But behind them was something dark, something was sad, and something was deadly. They were beautiful eyes, and a deadly curse.
A/N I would like to thank you all, for the two reviews. Hope this is a little bit more subtle and a little less "jumpy"! I have to admit that I am astonished anyone would review this. Thanks I will be posting more soon.