"SUMMER OF '73"
A Snips and Spirals Fanfic:
Text by Lady Tesser and Atana
Illustrated by Atana (see bio page for link)
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Teenage best friends Severus Snape and Britomartis Vox are apart for the summer, and life isn't easy. Owl Post can really help. --------------------
Dear Spirals,
Made it home in one piece. You're probably still on the train to London while I write this. I miss you already.
Father was not home when I arrived, which I'm both relieved and terrified about. Relieved because I did not have to face him at once, and terrified because I will have to face him when he gets home later - and he's rarely ever in a 'dull anger' when he gets home.
Mother looks terrible. She has a bruise on her cheek, definitely from Father's cane, I recognize the pattern. It hurt her to smile but she did anyway; she took me inside quickly and sat me in the kitchen with her, her asking about school and everything while the house-elves made lunch for me.
I told her about you - she says you sound wonderful and she wishes she could meet you. She asked about Headmaster Dumbledore and Miss Price and others she knew back when she attended. It was nice talking to her about school, although I had to gloss over everything that the Marauders did ... and even our little paybacks to them, which I think Mother may have enjoyed hearing about, but I didn't want to tell her why we had to do it. Anyway, Mother sends her love.
It'll be late by the time Father gets home. Maybe I can be in bed by then ... or in the closet. But then ... he'll find me and slap me around for not being man enough to meet him when he comes home.
I wish I was with you on the train! We could both go to Crete and I can keep you company! We'll ride those winged-horses on your island and run about in the sunshine; I've never really got to play in sunshine. It's always so cloudy here in Whitshire, so dark. I jsut want to run - run as hard and as fast and as long as I can under the sun. You said the sun is strong and that you can feel it right on your skin - I never felt that. The closest I've felt to that is sitting practically over a fire but it's not really the same, is it?
I'm in my room right now. I think I've grown a couple of inches since I left, my bed seems a lot shorter than it was last summer. Also feels odd not wearing a robe, just trousers and a tunic. Do you really not wear long- sleeve tunics on Crete, Spirals? I can't imagine that. It must be wonderful, though.
By the way - before I forget - I already put up those drawings you did in art class. It's strange seeing splashes of color all over my room like this - your picture of us on Crete is the best, I think. You in turquoise and me in orange (of all colors!) and posing in front of the palace - if the palace looks like that, I'd love to see it. Then there's the spirals and snakes and bulls and all those other still-pictures you drew. So much color in here, I don't know if I'll be able to sleep!
I miss you terribly. It seems like a chunk of me has been ripped off and lost. How did you do that? You're my best friend, Spirals, you're my only friend. I miss you a lot.
No, I'm not crying - put your robe down and don't try to wipe the tears! There aren't any tears! And now that I wrote all that, I really should throw it away. I'm fourteen-years-old, I have no excuse to carry on like this!
I still miss you. Three months is a long time. You'll owl me everyday, won't you? You have to keep me sane.
Mother's calling me. Have to go. Miss you.
Your friend,
Snips
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My dear Snips,
How wonderful to come home and find a letter from you!
The train ride was boring after you got off. Narcissa Black insisted on sitting in our cabin and chatting about everything that doesn't interest me. Like Cirrhosis Black is your bane, his cousin is mine. Ugh. At least she only blabs - I think tossing Medusa at her should shut her up, but I don't want Narcissa-cooties all over my snake. Blagh.
After that was the mundane train, then the sail with Adonia, Artemisia, Phaedra, and Kyros (he was a pain - Mr. Graduate calling all of us 'children'), now I'm back in my room. My very own room! Phaedra and I always had to share, but my brother Klemendis has established himself in the mental health profession and had moved out, so all of us left at home have our own rooms now. Nerissa had set up my room and it's very nice. It looks out over the ocean and everything and has a little balcony to stand on.
My sister Isaura is getting married at the end of the summer. She helped raise me (in fact, nearly every single sibling helped raise me), so I'm going to be helping get everything ready for the wedding and feast. She wants me to be the flower maiden since I'll be continuing my Priestess study and will be qualified as a Junior Priestess by that time. This should be fun.
I haven't seen hide nor hair of Mother or Father yet, which doesn't surprise me. I'd still think they'd bother to greet me considering it costs money to send me to Hogwarts. Heh, who knows? If I ever grow up and get married and have a family, my babies aren't EVER going to be ignored no matter how many I have. So there.
I'd love to meet your mother, Snips! When can I come up to visit? I'm sure we can have fun without sunlight or Potter and his Whores to hex ... Who am I kidding, I want you down here, too. I missed the sunlight so much - right now, I'm sitting in a patch of sunlight on the floor in my room as I'm writing this. Feels good, it really does. Yeah, I need to drag you down here and get some color in your face. You'll love it here, Snips.
I miss you a lot, too. This is going to be a weird summer not having you right next to me, giggling as we plot ways to embarrass the Drool Brigade. I kinda miss the smells, too - bizarre, huh? I miss the smell mixture of potions and smoke and your hair when we're sitting together. It's really weird.
My friend Dion is calling me out, he wants to go carpet riding around the island and hear about Hogwarts ... he's a nice guy, but he's SUCH a boy. (Unlike you - you're such a Snips.)
Write more later. Miss you.
Always your friend,
Spirals
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Spirals,
Oh, Gods, it's so good hearing from you. As soon as I heard the carriage, I flew downstairs and made sure I was presentable to Father.
Father came in, looked me over, pushed my shoulder with his cane, and commented I needed a shampoo and a haircut. He must be in a good mood because he only called me a worthless carcass twice before he went to his study.
I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop, though. I'm at my desk. I just noticed something. Oh, I did do that. Sorry, I had forgotten that when I was ten I had carved into my desk the words 'Please, Gods, grant me to live another day and keep my mother safe'. I have vague memories of that night - I think my arm got broken that time.
If you come up here, we can find places to hide. I usually hid in the orchard in the apple trees. It was safe up in a tree - the leaves hid me and the apples smelled good and I could sit on the branches without any problem. I tried to eat all the apples I could, but I always got stomachaches if I ate too many. Those apple trees probably saved my life.
Sorry for the sloppiness of this letter, but I'm writing by a low candle- flame so I won't get noticed by him.
I want to think about other things. It feels cramped here. Other things. Other things like helping you practice for the Quidditch team or studying in the common room or having dinner in the Great Hall and pretend we're throwing food at the Cauldron Heads or Black Potty (you come up with so many nicknames for Black and Potter, it's hard to keep up).
I'm afraid I don't have any plans for break. I should take up some sort of ... well, I could always work on potions, to be honest.
Erm. Why do I expect to see you poking your head in and yelling "Night, Snips!" before running back to the girls' dorms? You've always been too good to me, I really don't deserve you as a friend.
It's quiet. The lights are out. The courtyard is completely black. I don't see any lights shining into the courtyard. The tower I'm in is high and out of the way. I can see if anyone is coming. Nobody's coming. It's going to be quiet tonight.
I wish you were with me. We could hide under the covers and read by wand light or talk all night. I'll make sure I won't accidently pull on your hair. I can't believe I wrote that, hiding under the covers, I mean. But I trust you, that's the only reason I can say that. I trust you beyond anyone in my entire life.
Pray I survive this summer to return to Hogwarts in one piece.
Always,
Snips
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My Snips,
Great Mother, you shouldn't have to be afraid! It hurts me that your first day back home you're wondering if you're going to survive coming back! You will come back! I'll make sure you come back! I'll send a manticore on your nasty father if he does anything to you!
You come down here to Crete right now, Severus Snape! You're freaking me out and I don't like being freaked out! You will take the next train out of Whitshire and the first sail out of South Hampton!
I care for you too much for you to be afraid, even if there are thousands of miles between us. Once we get you down here, you can stay in Klemendis' old room. Mother and Father won't mind, since you'll be with me. And all my siblings say if I want anyone to stay with me from Hogwarts, then they're welcomed to.
Please come down here, Snips? Please, please, please?
Always,
Spirals
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My only friend,
I can't come to see you. I can't even leave the house. Things here are so bad I can't even talk about them. I hate my father so much. All he does is hurt me, like it's a hobby of his. I don't understand why he hates me so much. My mother feels bad and comes afterward and tries to make me feel better but I'm angry at her too.
There's nobody here who can help me. My mother can't stop my father from doing what he wants with me. It makes me sick to even think about it.
In my heart I am with you right now. Where it's dark here, it's light where we are. Where I just lie on my bed and cry, we're running free under beautiful blue skies. Instead of bruises I have hugs from you. Other than that, dear Spirals, there is nothing you can do for me.
Sometimes I want to die really bad but then I think of you and remember that I promised you that I'd see you in the fall. You help keep me going even though my heart is broken. Please don't freak out because I need to tell somebody. Please don't freak out and stop writing to me.
Your friend,
Snips
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Oh, Snips!
I can't stop writing you! You need me, I can't abandon you. And I'll freak out if I want - your father is a horrible, nasty, dirty, evil monster and what he does to you is worse than what my parents don't do. I hope he comes to a bad end in the worst possible way - then you can come down here and live with me!
How could you have ended up in such a family, my Snips? You're my delicate spiderweb - beautiful, deadly, but fragile.
You'll keep going, Snips. We'll be together again in September.
Keep hanging in there. Running in the sunlight. You'll ride the dolphins with me. We'll ride our broomsticks over the hills and valleys. We'll go to the Bull Leaping Games and cheer on my brothers and sisters. I'll feed you lamb (milder than goat) and olives and honey-soaked barley bread. We'll paint frescoes on my bedroom walls.
Could I mail you a bit of sunlight? Maybe I should mail myself. I know enough Earth magic to protect us. We could run back to Hogwarts and hide under Miss Price's skirts - they're large enough to hide us.
Snips, I don't know what to do. If it was with the Queerauders, I could just beat them and we could hex them with a double whammy. This ... we're not together and I can't protect you. AARRGGHHH!
Okay, I feel a little better. But mark my words, if I ever meet your father, I will not hesitate to use a dirty-handed gelding grip on him. You're MY baby, and my baby is never going to be hurt while I breathe. That's why I'm upset.
I'll write you everyday, then. You have to reply back. Dion is such a bore (but he says I've gotten obnoxious), either way, I want to hear from you. I need to hear from you. It's Snips and Spirals forever, you know.
Snips and Spirals Forever. Has a nice ring to it. It's true. It's gonna be us against the world, and the world's going to make a run for its money.
Be safe. Take care of yourself. Write me. I'll always write you.
I want to hug you so hard right now, your eyes will probably pop out. Hug- hug-hug.
Always, forever,
Spirals
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Snips??? Where are you??? I haven't heard from you in two days! Snips!!!
Spirals (worried)
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Spirals,
Don't panic. I'm sorry - I haven't been able to reply. Let me gather my thoughts together and I'll write you a longer letter.
Snips
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Dear Spirals,
Father's gone for a few weeks. I had to assist him and I got extremely sick ... don't ask me about it, please, don't ask me, Spirals. But he's finally gone for a little while. Gods, I need sunshine and your hugs. I'm going to open my windows.
Hazy but bright outside. I hope the haze burns off and the sun comes out later on. I haven't slept in the last two days. Damn him. Damn him and every man who carried the name of 'Snape' for as far back as our founder. Damn them all.
Sorry. I feel terrible. My stomach has been trembling and my head feels tight and my tongue feels like it's covered with fur. Please, please, don't do anything rash, it's too late to do anything right now. He's gone.
He's gone right now, that's enough.
I hear Mother singing. She never sings when he's around. Damn him. Mother has such a beautiful voice. Too bad she won't use it to fight him back.
'Pure Blood is Eternal'. Crock. Scrump. Inbred maggots us 'Purebloods' all.
The sun's breaking through, there's sunlight across my desk. The stained glass windows are making pools of red and blue and green across my parchments and books. It's quite pretty, I wish you could see it, Spirals.
Why you are sitting on my bed right now? You're wearing that shirt with all the spirals all over it and a skirt, and you have a drawing pad in your lap. Your hair is up in that ponitail on top of your head and it's still spilling off the bed. No sunglasses.
Oh, you're gone now. Please don't be an illusion. I don't think I could live if you were an illusion. You can't be. I remember everything, so it can't be, right?
Gods, I stink. Two days without a bath. I need a bath. I'll write more later, dear Spirals. I might fall asleep, though.
Open up the windows, let the sunshine in. I could fall asleep in the sunlight.
Always,
Snips
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A Snips and Spirals Fanfic:
Text by Lady Tesser and Atana
Illustrated by Atana (see bio page for link)
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Teenage best friends Severus Snape and Britomartis Vox are apart for the summer, and life isn't easy. Owl Post can really help. --------------------
Dear Spirals,
Made it home in one piece. You're probably still on the train to London while I write this. I miss you already.
Father was not home when I arrived, which I'm both relieved and terrified about. Relieved because I did not have to face him at once, and terrified because I will have to face him when he gets home later - and he's rarely ever in a 'dull anger' when he gets home.
Mother looks terrible. She has a bruise on her cheek, definitely from Father's cane, I recognize the pattern. It hurt her to smile but she did anyway; she took me inside quickly and sat me in the kitchen with her, her asking about school and everything while the house-elves made lunch for me.
I told her about you - she says you sound wonderful and she wishes she could meet you. She asked about Headmaster Dumbledore and Miss Price and others she knew back when she attended. It was nice talking to her about school, although I had to gloss over everything that the Marauders did ... and even our little paybacks to them, which I think Mother may have enjoyed hearing about, but I didn't want to tell her why we had to do it. Anyway, Mother sends her love.
It'll be late by the time Father gets home. Maybe I can be in bed by then ... or in the closet. But then ... he'll find me and slap me around for not being man enough to meet him when he comes home.
I wish I was with you on the train! We could both go to Crete and I can keep you company! We'll ride those winged-horses on your island and run about in the sunshine; I've never really got to play in sunshine. It's always so cloudy here in Whitshire, so dark. I jsut want to run - run as hard and as fast and as long as I can under the sun. You said the sun is strong and that you can feel it right on your skin - I never felt that. The closest I've felt to that is sitting practically over a fire but it's not really the same, is it?
I'm in my room right now. I think I've grown a couple of inches since I left, my bed seems a lot shorter than it was last summer. Also feels odd not wearing a robe, just trousers and a tunic. Do you really not wear long- sleeve tunics on Crete, Spirals? I can't imagine that. It must be wonderful, though.
By the way - before I forget - I already put up those drawings you did in art class. It's strange seeing splashes of color all over my room like this - your picture of us on Crete is the best, I think. You in turquoise and me in orange (of all colors!) and posing in front of the palace - if the palace looks like that, I'd love to see it. Then there's the spirals and snakes and bulls and all those other still-pictures you drew. So much color in here, I don't know if I'll be able to sleep!
I miss you terribly. It seems like a chunk of me has been ripped off and lost. How did you do that? You're my best friend, Spirals, you're my only friend. I miss you a lot.
No, I'm not crying - put your robe down and don't try to wipe the tears! There aren't any tears! And now that I wrote all that, I really should throw it away. I'm fourteen-years-old, I have no excuse to carry on like this!
I still miss you. Three months is a long time. You'll owl me everyday, won't you? You have to keep me sane.
Mother's calling me. Have to go. Miss you.
Your friend,
Snips
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My dear Snips,
How wonderful to come home and find a letter from you!
The train ride was boring after you got off. Narcissa Black insisted on sitting in our cabin and chatting about everything that doesn't interest me. Like Cirrhosis Black is your bane, his cousin is mine. Ugh. At least she only blabs - I think tossing Medusa at her should shut her up, but I don't want Narcissa-cooties all over my snake. Blagh.
After that was the mundane train, then the sail with Adonia, Artemisia, Phaedra, and Kyros (he was a pain - Mr. Graduate calling all of us 'children'), now I'm back in my room. My very own room! Phaedra and I always had to share, but my brother Klemendis has established himself in the mental health profession and had moved out, so all of us left at home have our own rooms now. Nerissa had set up my room and it's very nice. It looks out over the ocean and everything and has a little balcony to stand on.
My sister Isaura is getting married at the end of the summer. She helped raise me (in fact, nearly every single sibling helped raise me), so I'm going to be helping get everything ready for the wedding and feast. She wants me to be the flower maiden since I'll be continuing my Priestess study and will be qualified as a Junior Priestess by that time. This should be fun.
I haven't seen hide nor hair of Mother or Father yet, which doesn't surprise me. I'd still think they'd bother to greet me considering it costs money to send me to Hogwarts. Heh, who knows? If I ever grow up and get married and have a family, my babies aren't EVER going to be ignored no matter how many I have. So there.
I'd love to meet your mother, Snips! When can I come up to visit? I'm sure we can have fun without sunlight or Potter and his Whores to hex ... Who am I kidding, I want you down here, too. I missed the sunlight so much - right now, I'm sitting in a patch of sunlight on the floor in my room as I'm writing this. Feels good, it really does. Yeah, I need to drag you down here and get some color in your face. You'll love it here, Snips.
I miss you a lot, too. This is going to be a weird summer not having you right next to me, giggling as we plot ways to embarrass the Drool Brigade. I kinda miss the smells, too - bizarre, huh? I miss the smell mixture of potions and smoke and your hair when we're sitting together. It's really weird.
My friend Dion is calling me out, he wants to go carpet riding around the island and hear about Hogwarts ... he's a nice guy, but he's SUCH a boy. (Unlike you - you're such a Snips.)
Write more later. Miss you.
Always your friend,
Spirals
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Spirals,
Oh, Gods, it's so good hearing from you. As soon as I heard the carriage, I flew downstairs and made sure I was presentable to Father.
Father came in, looked me over, pushed my shoulder with his cane, and commented I needed a shampoo and a haircut. He must be in a good mood because he only called me a worthless carcass twice before he went to his study.
I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop, though. I'm at my desk. I just noticed something. Oh, I did do that. Sorry, I had forgotten that when I was ten I had carved into my desk the words 'Please, Gods, grant me to live another day and keep my mother safe'. I have vague memories of that night - I think my arm got broken that time.
If you come up here, we can find places to hide. I usually hid in the orchard in the apple trees. It was safe up in a tree - the leaves hid me and the apples smelled good and I could sit on the branches without any problem. I tried to eat all the apples I could, but I always got stomachaches if I ate too many. Those apple trees probably saved my life.
Sorry for the sloppiness of this letter, but I'm writing by a low candle- flame so I won't get noticed by him.
I want to think about other things. It feels cramped here. Other things. Other things like helping you practice for the Quidditch team or studying in the common room or having dinner in the Great Hall and pretend we're throwing food at the Cauldron Heads or Black Potty (you come up with so many nicknames for Black and Potter, it's hard to keep up).
I'm afraid I don't have any plans for break. I should take up some sort of ... well, I could always work on potions, to be honest.
Erm. Why do I expect to see you poking your head in and yelling "Night, Snips!" before running back to the girls' dorms? You've always been too good to me, I really don't deserve you as a friend.
It's quiet. The lights are out. The courtyard is completely black. I don't see any lights shining into the courtyard. The tower I'm in is high and out of the way. I can see if anyone is coming. Nobody's coming. It's going to be quiet tonight.
I wish you were with me. We could hide under the covers and read by wand light or talk all night. I'll make sure I won't accidently pull on your hair. I can't believe I wrote that, hiding under the covers, I mean. But I trust you, that's the only reason I can say that. I trust you beyond anyone in my entire life.
Pray I survive this summer to return to Hogwarts in one piece.
Always,
Snips
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My Snips,
Great Mother, you shouldn't have to be afraid! It hurts me that your first day back home you're wondering if you're going to survive coming back! You will come back! I'll make sure you come back! I'll send a manticore on your nasty father if he does anything to you!
You come down here to Crete right now, Severus Snape! You're freaking me out and I don't like being freaked out! You will take the next train out of Whitshire and the first sail out of South Hampton!
I care for you too much for you to be afraid, even if there are thousands of miles between us. Once we get you down here, you can stay in Klemendis' old room. Mother and Father won't mind, since you'll be with me. And all my siblings say if I want anyone to stay with me from Hogwarts, then they're welcomed to.
Please come down here, Snips? Please, please, please?
Always,
Spirals
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My only friend,
I can't come to see you. I can't even leave the house. Things here are so bad I can't even talk about them. I hate my father so much. All he does is hurt me, like it's a hobby of his. I don't understand why he hates me so much. My mother feels bad and comes afterward and tries to make me feel better but I'm angry at her too.
There's nobody here who can help me. My mother can't stop my father from doing what he wants with me. It makes me sick to even think about it.
In my heart I am with you right now. Where it's dark here, it's light where we are. Where I just lie on my bed and cry, we're running free under beautiful blue skies. Instead of bruises I have hugs from you. Other than that, dear Spirals, there is nothing you can do for me.
Sometimes I want to die really bad but then I think of you and remember that I promised you that I'd see you in the fall. You help keep me going even though my heart is broken. Please don't freak out because I need to tell somebody. Please don't freak out and stop writing to me.
Your friend,
Snips
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Oh, Snips!
I can't stop writing you! You need me, I can't abandon you. And I'll freak out if I want - your father is a horrible, nasty, dirty, evil monster and what he does to you is worse than what my parents don't do. I hope he comes to a bad end in the worst possible way - then you can come down here and live with me!
How could you have ended up in such a family, my Snips? You're my delicate spiderweb - beautiful, deadly, but fragile.
You'll keep going, Snips. We'll be together again in September.
Keep hanging in there. Running in the sunlight. You'll ride the dolphins with me. We'll ride our broomsticks over the hills and valleys. We'll go to the Bull Leaping Games and cheer on my brothers and sisters. I'll feed you lamb (milder than goat) and olives and honey-soaked barley bread. We'll paint frescoes on my bedroom walls.
Could I mail you a bit of sunlight? Maybe I should mail myself. I know enough Earth magic to protect us. We could run back to Hogwarts and hide under Miss Price's skirts - they're large enough to hide us.
Snips, I don't know what to do. If it was with the Queerauders, I could just beat them and we could hex them with a double whammy. This ... we're not together and I can't protect you. AARRGGHHH!
Okay, I feel a little better. But mark my words, if I ever meet your father, I will not hesitate to use a dirty-handed gelding grip on him. You're MY baby, and my baby is never going to be hurt while I breathe. That's why I'm upset.
I'll write you everyday, then. You have to reply back. Dion is such a bore (but he says I've gotten obnoxious), either way, I want to hear from you. I need to hear from you. It's Snips and Spirals forever, you know.
Snips and Spirals Forever. Has a nice ring to it. It's true. It's gonna be us against the world, and the world's going to make a run for its money.
Be safe. Take care of yourself. Write me. I'll always write you.
I want to hug you so hard right now, your eyes will probably pop out. Hug- hug-hug.
Always, forever,
Spirals
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Snips??? Where are you??? I haven't heard from you in two days! Snips!!!
Spirals (worried)
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Spirals,
Don't panic. I'm sorry - I haven't been able to reply. Let me gather my thoughts together and I'll write you a longer letter.
Snips
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Dear Spirals,
Father's gone for a few weeks. I had to assist him and I got extremely sick ... don't ask me about it, please, don't ask me, Spirals. But he's finally gone for a little while. Gods, I need sunshine and your hugs. I'm going to open my windows.
Hazy but bright outside. I hope the haze burns off and the sun comes out later on. I haven't slept in the last two days. Damn him. Damn him and every man who carried the name of 'Snape' for as far back as our founder. Damn them all.
Sorry. I feel terrible. My stomach has been trembling and my head feels tight and my tongue feels like it's covered with fur. Please, please, don't do anything rash, it's too late to do anything right now. He's gone.
He's gone right now, that's enough.
I hear Mother singing. She never sings when he's around. Damn him. Mother has such a beautiful voice. Too bad she won't use it to fight him back.
'Pure Blood is Eternal'. Crock. Scrump. Inbred maggots us 'Purebloods' all.
The sun's breaking through, there's sunlight across my desk. The stained glass windows are making pools of red and blue and green across my parchments and books. It's quite pretty, I wish you could see it, Spirals.
Why you are sitting on my bed right now? You're wearing that shirt with all the spirals all over it and a skirt, and you have a drawing pad in your lap. Your hair is up in that ponitail on top of your head and it's still spilling off the bed. No sunglasses.
Oh, you're gone now. Please don't be an illusion. I don't think I could live if you were an illusion. You can't be. I remember everything, so it can't be, right?
Gods, I stink. Two days without a bath. I need a bath. I'll write more later, dear Spirals. I might fall asleep, though.
Open up the windows, let the sunshine in. I could fall asleep in the sunlight.
Always,
Snips
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