Random Stupidity
by Ethra Esme
Chapter Eleven
Lots of- Never Mind
Snape's room was dark and cold. Not damp, though. He put a dehumidifying charm in his dungeons, because that just made his complexion worse, if that were possible.
On the walls of his chambers were a couple sparse sconces, filled with the type of black-flamed candles that Harry and his friends had encountered when going to Sir Nick's deathday party. Like stated before, it was dark, and he liked it that way.
It was true he was also fond of black. Not the over-the-top goth-type black, but nice, subdued, tasteful black. Only-everywhere.
The sight of his bed was so, so nice to him. The soft black cotton, the down-filled mattress, oh it was nice.
He stepped forward and collapsed on his bed, shoes and cloaks still on and everything.
No sooner had he rested his tired, bitter bones, than he heard a soft voice come from across the room, at his door.
"Call me Severus, eh?" A low voice sounded.
Snape's eyes shot open and he flipped over, peering through the darkness at his door. He saw the a dark figure lurking, then raise its arm. A wand. There was a wand in that hand. Severus reached in his robes as the blue light of the black candles sprung to life.
Snape trained his wand on the figure, as it came into focus.
There stood a short woman, about five-five or five-six. He gazed at her from toe to head.
On her feet were strappy black heels, at least four inches tall. The toenails, visible through the straps, had no varnish. The straps wrapped up from the foot to the ankle and up to the knee, thin, black leather straps.
She had wide, shapely hips, stretched across which was a satin and lace pair of fancy nickers. Up a little, a squarshy but shapely waist, and up from there an ample bust, bound by a bra matching the knickers. Across her shoulders, fastened by a ruby and silver clasp, was a long cloak of black Spanish lace.
Up a little more, the large, cherubic lips he had come to know, dyed blood red. The slightly asymetrical, beakish nose, the large, grey-green eyes that stared intently with fascination some of the time and disgust the rest. Short, chestnut brown hair, parted to the side and moulded into an over-done wave.
"Meh-whu...erm...eh-" Snape was still pointing his wand toward the door.
Ethra smiled deviously, placing her wand in the thread-thin wasteband at her right hip.
"Now, now, Severus. You should watch where you point that thing." She walked effortlessly on the ungodly heels toward his bed.
Clickety, clickety, clickety.
He was frozen, half-propped by his right elbow, the wand in his left hand still pointed.
She wrapped her dainty hand around the end of the wand. Her nails were long and natural, also clear of any polish. She gently slipped the wand from his hand and dropped it on the ground, straddling over him.
As the wand hit the ground, a spark flew out of the end and onto Ethra's lace cape, setting it quickly ablaze.
"Son of a fuck!" She swore, her temporarily seductive voice back to its normal bitchy nasalness. She ripped the cloak off and flung it to the floor, pulling the wand out of her waistband and putting out the cloak.
"...Damnit." She sighed, sitting back on her feet. She glared at the ashes that were her lace cape.
Severus finally managed to get some words out.
".....Esme?"
"Just call me Ethra, alright?" She said, looking at him. She was still straddling him, sitting on his lap.
".....Ethra."
"Yes." She sighed heavily and leaned against his chest. It took him by surprised and he flopped the rest of the way onto the bed. "I don't know what I'm doing. I feel so...stupid."
"And I feel....?" Snape muttered grumpily, pushing her off him and onto the bed beside him. He leaned over her and retrieved his wand, placing it on his red-oak bedside table.
"Hey, you're not wearing gigantic bitch-heels and a couple of satin handkerchiefs across your special areas."
"No, no. Only on Thursdays." He muttered darkly.
Ethra looked at him, and he continued to scowl down at her. Suddenly, she broke into a fit of laughter and Severus couldn't help but chuckle a little, honestly smiling. He was propped on his left elbow, lying beside her, and she grabbed his cloak and pulled him down to her, kissing him in her soft manner, her eyes closed and breathing softly.
Besides earlier, it had been, well, a little while since he was anywhere that close to a woman. It's not like he never had been...but it had been a while. It's kinda like riding a bicycle, you know? It all sorta came back to him.
A Potions Master's hands are delicate and long-fingered, soft in touch but hard tactily. The Master's hand ran over her side and down to rest on her leg gingerly, and then more comfortably as he parted their lips softly.
He looked down at her, not sure what to make of this. She looked back at him, content at first, but then her green eyes clouded in confusion. Her gaze narrowed and her brow furrowed.
"What?" Snape asked, accidentally in a whisper.
"I...I'm not sure. I just felt like..." Her hand dropped from the back of his neck, and she rubbed her forehead and looked away. "I don't know. I just don't know. I have to go find Addie." She said with finality. She wrested from his arms and he moved back quickly, surprised as she grabbed her own wand from his bedside table and stuffed it behind her ear, heading quickly for the door. "I gotta go find Addie." She said again, and was out the dungeon door with a slam.
Severus watched her leave and then slumped back onto the bed.
"That was....weird. Not too bad though." He mumbled, smiling slightly.
by Ethra Esme
Chapter Eleven
Lots of- Never Mind
Snape's room was dark and cold. Not damp, though. He put a dehumidifying charm in his dungeons, because that just made his complexion worse, if that were possible.
On the walls of his chambers were a couple sparse sconces, filled with the type of black-flamed candles that Harry and his friends had encountered when going to Sir Nick's deathday party. Like stated before, it was dark, and he liked it that way.
It was true he was also fond of black. Not the over-the-top goth-type black, but nice, subdued, tasteful black. Only-everywhere.
The sight of his bed was so, so nice to him. The soft black cotton, the down-filled mattress, oh it was nice.
He stepped forward and collapsed on his bed, shoes and cloaks still on and everything.
No sooner had he rested his tired, bitter bones, than he heard a soft voice come from across the room, at his door.
"Call me Severus, eh?" A low voice sounded.
Snape's eyes shot open and he flipped over, peering through the darkness at his door. He saw the a dark figure lurking, then raise its arm. A wand. There was a wand in that hand. Severus reached in his robes as the blue light of the black candles sprung to life.
Snape trained his wand on the figure, as it came into focus.
There stood a short woman, about five-five or five-six. He gazed at her from toe to head.
On her feet were strappy black heels, at least four inches tall. The toenails, visible through the straps, had no varnish. The straps wrapped up from the foot to the ankle and up to the knee, thin, black leather straps.
She had wide, shapely hips, stretched across which was a satin and lace pair of fancy nickers. Up a little, a squarshy but shapely waist, and up from there an ample bust, bound by a bra matching the knickers. Across her shoulders, fastened by a ruby and silver clasp, was a long cloak of black Spanish lace.
Up a little more, the large, cherubic lips he had come to know, dyed blood red. The slightly asymetrical, beakish nose, the large, grey-green eyes that stared intently with fascination some of the time and disgust the rest. Short, chestnut brown hair, parted to the side and moulded into an over-done wave.
"Meh-whu...erm...eh-" Snape was still pointing his wand toward the door.
Ethra smiled deviously, placing her wand in the thread-thin wasteband at her right hip.
"Now, now, Severus. You should watch where you point that thing." She walked effortlessly on the ungodly heels toward his bed.
Clickety, clickety, clickety.
He was frozen, half-propped by his right elbow, the wand in his left hand still pointed.
She wrapped her dainty hand around the end of the wand. Her nails were long and natural, also clear of any polish. She gently slipped the wand from his hand and dropped it on the ground, straddling over him.
As the wand hit the ground, a spark flew out of the end and onto Ethra's lace cape, setting it quickly ablaze.
"Son of a fuck!" She swore, her temporarily seductive voice back to its normal bitchy nasalness. She ripped the cloak off and flung it to the floor, pulling the wand out of her waistband and putting out the cloak.
"...Damnit." She sighed, sitting back on her feet. She glared at the ashes that were her lace cape.
Severus finally managed to get some words out.
".....Esme?"
"Just call me Ethra, alright?" She said, looking at him. She was still straddling him, sitting on his lap.
".....Ethra."
"Yes." She sighed heavily and leaned against his chest. It took him by surprised and he flopped the rest of the way onto the bed. "I don't know what I'm doing. I feel so...stupid."
"And I feel....?" Snape muttered grumpily, pushing her off him and onto the bed beside him. He leaned over her and retrieved his wand, placing it on his red-oak bedside table.
"Hey, you're not wearing gigantic bitch-heels and a couple of satin handkerchiefs across your special areas."
"No, no. Only on Thursdays." He muttered darkly.
Ethra looked at him, and he continued to scowl down at her. Suddenly, she broke into a fit of laughter and Severus couldn't help but chuckle a little, honestly smiling. He was propped on his left elbow, lying beside her, and she grabbed his cloak and pulled him down to her, kissing him in her soft manner, her eyes closed and breathing softly.
Besides earlier, it had been, well, a little while since he was anywhere that close to a woman. It's not like he never had been...but it had been a while. It's kinda like riding a bicycle, you know? It all sorta came back to him.
A Potions Master's hands are delicate and long-fingered, soft in touch but hard tactily. The Master's hand ran over her side and down to rest on her leg gingerly, and then more comfortably as he parted their lips softly.
He looked down at her, not sure what to make of this. She looked back at him, content at first, but then her green eyes clouded in confusion. Her gaze narrowed and her brow furrowed.
"What?" Snape asked, accidentally in a whisper.
"I...I'm not sure. I just felt like..." Her hand dropped from the back of his neck, and she rubbed her forehead and looked away. "I don't know. I just don't know. I have to go find Addie." She said with finality. She wrested from his arms and he moved back quickly, surprised as she grabbed her own wand from his bedside table and stuffed it behind her ear, heading quickly for the door. "I gotta go find Addie." She said again, and was out the dungeon door with a slam.
Severus watched her leave and then slumped back onto the bed.
"That was....weird. Not too bad though." He mumbled, smiling slightly.