Disclaimer: Not mine, man. I'm just borrowing the ideas. I swear that's
all.
1 The Half / He Lacks 2
Chapter Two: How He Feels About Himself
It was nearly four in the morning when Snape aparated into Hogsmeade thoroughly exhausted and hungry. He stopped to get a butterbeer and a well- past-midnight snack before he made his trek out of the area, into Hogwarts territory, and across the school grounds. Once inside the school, his first destination was not his dormitory in the chilly dungeons, but the second floor where the professors' bathing area was located.
Snape drew his wand from his sleeve and stuck it into the visor of the eleventh suit of armor down the Arithmancy hall. Then he uttered the password.
"Hello. Hello, my little tin can man." He removed his wand.
The ends of the slits of the visor turned upward as if smiling. Silently, the heavy -and normally would be clanging- suit of armor pranced aside, curtsied, leaped into and through the brick wall, and then was no more.
Or so casual observers such as us might think.
Within a few seconds, an entrance into a secret room appeared in the wall, and the suit of armor stood inside waiting. Snape crossed the threshold that hadn't been there a moment ago. Inside was a large, steamy rectangular bath in floor of mixed tiles the hues of white and black pearls. There were toilet stalls and sinks on the far wall all of which were in the shape of oysters. On both the sides adjacent to the entrance hung paintings with the same theme and two vanity mirrors apiece.
Snape turned to the suit of armor and said, "Farewell. Farewell, my little tin can man."
The suit of armor bowed and left. The entrance into the room vanished with his departure.
Being a Hogwarts professor for many years, Snape had learned the bathing habits of his fellow educators, thus he knew at what time he was able to bathe in private. This time was from two to four in the morning, which weren't the choicest hours to take a bath, he had to confess, but he would rather disrupt his slumber than soak with the other professors. Not only did he wish to never see any of them in the nude, he refused to be naked in front of them. Wearing swimming trunks was not an option either.
Snape would not admit it to us, but we are aware of how Snape has always been teased about his looks. When a person is criticized for his or her appearance on a daily basis for his entire adolescence, he or she tends to have low self-image and does not to want to show anyone his or her body.
But other than that, he didn't want any of the other professors to see Little Snape Winkle. For God's sake, even McGonagall had been his teacher at one point.
Fully aware that he was alone and that those bloody Weasley twins were no longer attending Hogwarts, Snape was able to undress and proceed with his bath peacefully. On the floor beside the bath was a small open-mouth oyster- shaped bowl that held a white pearl. Snape plucked this orb from the oyster, which then sputtered and coughed, flapping its top half open and shut in the process, before reverting to its original position, a new white pearl replacing the previous.
Snape, however, ignored this odd and wondrous spectacle and dropped the pearl he had claimed into the warm water. The pearl burst forth a series of sudsy bubbles that soon filled the bath. On one side of the bath was a shallow end that was designed so the bather could simply walk down into the water. Snape made his way down this part, which was keenly bewitched so it would not be slippery. He eased into the water until his feet no longer touched the bottom. Then he inhaled and began floating about on his back.
He stayed like this until he realized he had to go to bed. He climbed out of the tub. There was no need for him to wash the soap away for it magically disappeared as he left the water.
Snape stood fully naked in front of one of the mirrors. His greasy hair was not much better wet, hanging twisted around his face and dripping. As pale as his face was, the rest of his gaunt body was more so. He looked like a ghost and knew the first years would think he was one were he to run naked into their dormitories. The thought made him smirk, and his smirk in turn made him grimace.
Never would he say he cared about appearances, but in the far recesses of his soul and mind, he knew he loathed his own.
~~~~~
Author's Note:
Woah. I honestly did not mean to make such a
short chapter. I was just writing, and where I
ended it seemed like a good ending, so I left
it. If you prefer long chapters, please don't
hate me for my little ones so far. I truly feel
these first two chapters are important, so we
all understand the psyche of my fanfic Snape.
It's a big part of the fic, I think. I will
update very soon, so if you're enjoying
yourself, come on back for more. There is
plenty. *smiles graciously and flutters
eyelashes* And please review on your way out!
1 The Half / He Lacks 2
Chapter Two: How He Feels About Himself
It was nearly four in the morning when Snape aparated into Hogsmeade thoroughly exhausted and hungry. He stopped to get a butterbeer and a well- past-midnight snack before he made his trek out of the area, into Hogwarts territory, and across the school grounds. Once inside the school, his first destination was not his dormitory in the chilly dungeons, but the second floor where the professors' bathing area was located.
Snape drew his wand from his sleeve and stuck it into the visor of the eleventh suit of armor down the Arithmancy hall. Then he uttered the password.
"Hello. Hello, my little tin can man." He removed his wand.
The ends of the slits of the visor turned upward as if smiling. Silently, the heavy -and normally would be clanging- suit of armor pranced aside, curtsied, leaped into and through the brick wall, and then was no more.
Or so casual observers such as us might think.
Within a few seconds, an entrance into a secret room appeared in the wall, and the suit of armor stood inside waiting. Snape crossed the threshold that hadn't been there a moment ago. Inside was a large, steamy rectangular bath in floor of mixed tiles the hues of white and black pearls. There were toilet stalls and sinks on the far wall all of which were in the shape of oysters. On both the sides adjacent to the entrance hung paintings with the same theme and two vanity mirrors apiece.
Snape turned to the suit of armor and said, "Farewell. Farewell, my little tin can man."
The suit of armor bowed and left. The entrance into the room vanished with his departure.
Being a Hogwarts professor for many years, Snape had learned the bathing habits of his fellow educators, thus he knew at what time he was able to bathe in private. This time was from two to four in the morning, which weren't the choicest hours to take a bath, he had to confess, but he would rather disrupt his slumber than soak with the other professors. Not only did he wish to never see any of them in the nude, he refused to be naked in front of them. Wearing swimming trunks was not an option either.
Snape would not admit it to us, but we are aware of how Snape has always been teased about his looks. When a person is criticized for his or her appearance on a daily basis for his entire adolescence, he or she tends to have low self-image and does not to want to show anyone his or her body.
But other than that, he didn't want any of the other professors to see Little Snape Winkle. For God's sake, even McGonagall had been his teacher at one point.
Fully aware that he was alone and that those bloody Weasley twins were no longer attending Hogwarts, Snape was able to undress and proceed with his bath peacefully. On the floor beside the bath was a small open-mouth oyster- shaped bowl that held a white pearl. Snape plucked this orb from the oyster, which then sputtered and coughed, flapping its top half open and shut in the process, before reverting to its original position, a new white pearl replacing the previous.
Snape, however, ignored this odd and wondrous spectacle and dropped the pearl he had claimed into the warm water. The pearl burst forth a series of sudsy bubbles that soon filled the bath. On one side of the bath was a shallow end that was designed so the bather could simply walk down into the water. Snape made his way down this part, which was keenly bewitched so it would not be slippery. He eased into the water until his feet no longer touched the bottom. Then he inhaled and began floating about on his back.
He stayed like this until he realized he had to go to bed. He climbed out of the tub. There was no need for him to wash the soap away for it magically disappeared as he left the water.
Snape stood fully naked in front of one of the mirrors. His greasy hair was not much better wet, hanging twisted around his face and dripping. As pale as his face was, the rest of his gaunt body was more so. He looked like a ghost and knew the first years would think he was one were he to run naked into their dormitories. The thought made him smirk, and his smirk in turn made him grimace.
Never would he say he cared about appearances, but in the far recesses of his soul and mind, he knew he loathed his own.
~~~~~
Author's Note:
Woah. I honestly did not mean to make such a
short chapter. I was just writing, and where I
ended it seemed like a good ending, so I left
it. If you prefer long chapters, please don't
hate me for my little ones so far. I truly feel
these first two chapters are important, so we
all understand the psyche of my fanfic Snape.
It's a big part of the fic, I think. I will
update very soon, so if you're enjoying
yourself, come on back for more. There is
plenty. *smiles graciously and flutters
eyelashes* And please review on your way out!
