Updated quickly and promptly, because Oya, beloved reader, request that I do so.
See? I'm nice. ;)
Note on translation:
"Sorry. I'm sorry."
Correspondence 1980
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To: Severus Snape
Jan 18th, 1980
Severus,
I've noticed; don't dare presume I have not. While you habitually hide yourself from the public eye anyway, you seem to be of late scarcer than usual.
You've locked yourself away, correct? As I thought. You've always had a habit of running off - must be all the Slytherin in you. So, since you will not speak to me in person (as I know you will not), I request that you communicate with me via owl post. One is far more likely to be less than anxious when consulting through the written word. Is that not so? It's part of the reason why diaries have been all the rage over the centuries, I think.
I am certain you hate me; I don't blame you.
Please respond.
--LM
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To: Severus Snape
Jan 21st, 1980
Severus,
You cannot ignore me, because I have refused such a fate ever since I was born. Pure human nature. It's in the very bones. The marrow, even.
Talk to me. I will not let you waste away.
Bellatrix says hello.
--LM
PS - Stop starving yourself. I know you are. You are thin enough as it is already.
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To: Severus Snape
Jan 25th, 1980
Severus,
You are seriously trying my patience. I know you receive my letters, and I know that you are reading them. I know that you fold them back up and hide them away in the top drawer of your desk and spend your days sitting on the floor staring in their direction, and wondering what the hell is wrong with me, and you, and the world, and everything else, for that matter.
I will not tolerate this foolishness much longer.
--LM
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To: Severus Snape
Jan 27th, 1980
That is it.
Respond within the next two days or I will hunt you down in whatever dark secret oh-so-depressing corner you are hiding in.
--LM
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To: Lucius Malfoy
Jan 28th, 1980
Fuck off.
--S Snape
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To: Severus Snape
Jan 29th, 1980
Thank you. But no.
--LM
PS - Now that wasn't so hard, was it?
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To: Lucius Malfoy
Jan 30th, 1980
I hate you.
I hate your eyes and face and hair and voice and perfect hands and calm smile and infectious laughter and polished boots and walk and lips and tongue and those ears that are so perfectly shaped. I hate your chin and the way it angles up and your white teeth and neck and shoulders and throat and waist. I hate your hips and feet and knees and your mind and the way you touch my face as if it actually means something.
I hate your control and perfect life that's imperfect in a beautiful way that's beautiful like you. I hate the fact you love me because it will probably just die because you're vain and clever like that by putting such feeling on my shoulders and forcing me to look you in the eye and speak the truth even when all I want to do is spit out lies like you do.
I hate you and I hate myself and I hate every single breath I breathe because it takes me farther away from him and you took him away and it's YOUR fault he's dead and YOU killed him but it's all my fault really and I hate you because I love you but I loved HIM and I can't be with him anymore.
I can't touch his lips or see his eyes or feel his hair or love him as I have always done because I am a fool and always will be and I write and write and regret what I write but I WILL NOT start over because I hate hate hate you and he's dead and gone and his memory is fading from my mind at this moment and at this minute because I am too weak and cowardly and unfaithful to hang on.
I hate you and your stupid fucking smile and hands and fingers and nails and eyes and irises and pupils and lashes and eyebrows and skin and jaw and throat and clavicle and I hate the fact you never cry because you're better than me and always have been and nothing can ever change that.
--S Snape
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To: Severus Snape
Jan 30th, 1980
Désolé.
Je suis désolé.
--LM
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To: Lucius Malfoy
Jan 30th, 1980
You said you didn't speak French.
--S Snape
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To: Severus Snape
Jan 31st, 1980
I lied.
--LM
