§ Depths of the Mind
Severus Snape
As I watch from the shadows in the train station, I feel my lips curling into a sneer. The fools were threatening the brat's relatives, scaring them into submission. I could feel the fear pouring off the man even from the distance I stood. There is no doubt in my mind that the boy will milk this for all it is worth, coming back from his home with far more attitude than he already had.
Scowling, I turned towards the barrier. I never could stand seeing him long; our classes together always teetered on the edge of my nerves, forcing me to take out my frustrations upon the boy. Let that deflate his ego, for nothing and no one else would. I constantly find myself having to discipline him, hopefully giving him more moral bounds than his father ever had.
His father. I can feel my face contort even at the thought. In my opinion, he should never have lived. Did I wish him dead? Yes, but I never meant it. Death would have been too good for that arrogant prat. Unfortunately, he did die, leaving his just as arrogant brat behind and creating a thorn in my a...
A hiss escapes my lips even as I clutch my arm to me. This pain can mean only one thing—he's calling. Even worse than the brat is him; the boy I can live with, with him, you never knew how close death is. With him there is no escape from death, just a lifetime of servitude ending in a long bout of pain with only death as a release. I hate him, and I know I'm alive only on a whim. Hopefully soon I shall have a reason. The pills in my pocket cry to me with every step I take. Patience; soon I, the great potions master of Hogwarts, Severus Snape, will be free.
Severus Snape
As I watch from the shadows in the train station, I feel my lips curling into a sneer. The fools were threatening the brat's relatives, scaring them into submission. I could feel the fear pouring off the man even from the distance I stood. There is no doubt in my mind that the boy will milk this for all it is worth, coming back from his home with far more attitude than he already had.
Scowling, I turned towards the barrier. I never could stand seeing him long; our classes together always teetered on the edge of my nerves, forcing me to take out my frustrations upon the boy. Let that deflate his ego, for nothing and no one else would. I constantly find myself having to discipline him, hopefully giving him more moral bounds than his father ever had.
His father. I can feel my face contort even at the thought. In my opinion, he should never have lived. Did I wish him dead? Yes, but I never meant it. Death would have been too good for that arrogant prat. Unfortunately, he did die, leaving his just as arrogant brat behind and creating a thorn in my a...
A hiss escapes my lips even as I clutch my arm to me. This pain can mean only one thing—he's calling. Even worse than the brat is him; the boy I can live with, with him, you never knew how close death is. With him there is no escape from death, just a lifetime of servitude ending in a long bout of pain with only death as a release. I hate him, and I know I'm alive only on a whim. Hopefully soon I shall have a reason. The pills in my pocket cry to me with every step I take. Patience; soon I, the great potions master of Hogwarts, Severus Snape, will be free.