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Heaven Sent
Headfirst for Halos
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts
And we'll fly home
We'll fly home
You and I
We'll fly home
Well now I'm back in the middle of the day that starts it all.
Well I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling.
And now these red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall.
And I think I'll blow my brain against the ceiling.
And we'll fly home,
We'll fly home,
You and I,
We'll fly home.
Headfirst for Halos- My Chemical Romance
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Now honestly that's what I said to her, what I said to her
Think happy thoughts.
Lydia slouched through the street miserably. Why her? Why was she stuck with such an incompetent prat? Why did he have to talk so rudely to Elle? Why did he even respond to her? Did he have no control over his temper? She made a sharp turn, pulling open the door to the Leaky Cauldron and letting go quickly, letting Snape get it on his own. He was following after her, she thought, or at least she hoped he had. She had sort of run off, and looking over her shoulder, she couldn't see him. That couldn't be good.
She made a u-turn, walking back outside to look for him. She shouldn't have marched off. It was foolish of her and now the both of them could get in trouble for her mistake.
"Snape?" she called out by the side of the road, "Snape!"
Suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder and she spun around quickly to come face to face with him, his black eyes tearing holes in her blue ones. There was something odd about him just then; he wasn't glaring, just looking at her curiously.
"I'm sorry I left you behind," she apologized simply, not trying to make it sound like an excuse, just a fact. He nodded.
"It's fine," he said. They stood a moment in silence, almost a picturesque pair. The wind blew softly at their clothes, the sky now grey from the oncoming summer storm, "Did you want to get lunch?" he asked. She tilted her head at his civil manner before nodding.
"Yes, yes I did,"
"The Leaky Cauldron?"
"That sounds fine to me," she said, starting to walk in the direction from which she had come. Snape walked quickly for a moment to catch up with her, and then they were walking side by side, for once. She turned her head to look at him, but found he was already staring at her.
"I- uh," he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry about what happened back in the robe shop…"
Her eyes narrowed in confusion. Why was he apologizing? Last time she checked, Snape did not apologize, the swarmy git.
Then again, maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought. Rumours were faulty basis to judge people on. She really didn't know what he was truly like.
"Don't worry about it, really. Elle was probably just trying to get a rise out of me." She said agreeably, giving him a small smile.
When they reached the Leaky Cauldron, the second time for Lydia, Snape held open the door for her. She thanked him quietly as they were ushered over to an open table by a hostess, who they gave their orders of a cranberry juice for Lydia and a butterbeer for Snape. When the hostess left, there was once again an uncomfortable silence that Lydia was sure she had to break when Snape spoke up.
"So… are you glad to be returning to Hogwarts tomorrow?" he asked, almost like he had no idea what he was doing. Lydia was sure he didn't.
"I suppose… it will be nice to get away from the bookstore," she said honestly. He looked surprised at her answer.
"You don't like working there?"
"Not particularly," she answered. He nodded, taking it in.
"Why?"
"It's just rather boring, is all."
"I see…" He said slowly, almost trying to remember it.
"Do you like your job?" she asked hesitantly.
"Very much so,"
"That's good…"
And once again, the situation could easily be labeled as an awkward silence.
The waitress came over with their drinks and took their orders politely saying their meals would be ready in only a matter of time. Lydia sipped her drink lightly, looking around the restaurant to avoid making any eye contact with Snape. He cleared his throat and spoke again.
"I was wondering, have you ever read De Occulta Philosophia?" he asked, breaking the silence. Lydia smiled softly at him.
"Yes, in fact I have. I found it to be quite interesting. Agrippa's views on persecution were extremely thought out." She replied.
"The language was fantastic. Did you read the Latin or the English?"
"The Latin, and yes it was amazing- a hard read, definitely, but completely worthwhile. Did you read the Latin?" she questioned, getting interested in the conversation. She had never met anyone else who had read De Occulta Philosophia before.
"I read the Latin also. Can you believe that Agrippa wasn't really even a true wizard, but just a mystic?"
"I know! It's ridiculous that such a masterpiece to the wizarding world was written by a non- magical person. Though, I have found some evidence that he was actually a squib, maybe a descendent of Rowena Ravenclaw herself." She explained. Snape shook his head.
"There is no way that Agrippa is a descendent of Ravenclaw. That's nearly impossible!"
"Nearly, nearly is the key word. In a few old scripts I picked up here and there, I've come across something that claimed Ravenclaw actually had three children other than the two recorded. The youngest child was thought to be a squib, and you know back in those days, wizards didn't want to have anything to do with squibs, quite possibly the reason why it was never written down."
"We're talking about Rowena Ravenclaw here, one of the most powerful witches of all time, a pure-blood. Do you honestly think that she would produce a squib?" He asked incredulously.
"It's been proven that old wizarding families who mate with the same wizarding blood continuously eventually wear down the magical capabilities of the children. It's unhealthy to marry so closely." She pointed out. Snape shook his head.
"No one marries that closely in this day and age. Yes, purebloods stick within the blood, but never so intertwined as to cause that." He argued.
"In our time, yes, but back then, incest was practically 'all the rage.'"
"I wouldn't say all the rage. I'm sure there was some, but not in the upper-class families at least. That would have been thought of as unrespectable. The worst was first cousin marriages." He debated.
"I didn't mean literally, but yes, the first cousin marriages may have been the cause of failure to pass on magical ability."
"But once again, I remind you we are discussing Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the founder's of Hogwarts. It is absurd to even hypothesize that she gave birth to a non-magical child with the kind of powers she had."
"Don't forget that Rowena had a relationship with her second cousin, from which all her children came from. There are bound to be faults in the children with such close genetics." she said.
"You still aren't even sure if she really had a third child, much less that it was a squib. How many sources did you find that stated this." He asked.
"Three and it's only a theory."
"A theory to be debated," He smirked, and looked at her oddly. She furrowed her eyebrows a bit, but gave a small smile.
"Yes, a theory to be debated," she agreed.
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"Now that is absurd!" she smiled, shaking her head, "Carlotta Pinkstone is seriously a lunatic."
"What good does she actually believe will come of muggles knowing about us? We'll be persecuted, feared, just like the legends of old are. Muggles are too ignorant to understand our way of life." He said. They were walking down the wet street towards the bookshop. It hand rained only a few hours ago, locking them inside the Leaky Cauldron for a little while longer than they expected. Lydia had thought it really wasn't all that bad. Snape basically new what he was talking about. He was quite clever, and rounded in reading. He had already gone through most of the books she had read and it was nice to have someone other than Elle to talk about them with. He actually listened and commented. It really turned out to be a pretty reasonable day.
Now, that all there shopping was done, and it was nearing six, they were heading back, and Lydia had to say it was almost to her disappointment- almost. Though he was a good person to have an intellectual conversation, she certainly wasn't all that comfortable with him. He was still odd and weird, and seemed to know more about the Dark Arts than his good, but she could deal with that for a day at least. She didn't know how well she would do after a long period of time.
As they came to the door of the shop, they stepped under the small over hang to avoid any falling gutter water left over from the rain. The sky was still a bleak gray, and now the wind had really shot up, whipping both their hair around frantically.
"I suppose I shall see you tomorrow, then." Snape said. Lydia nodded.
"Yes… thank you, for today. I enjoyed myself." She said simply.
"I did also,"
"Right…"
"I should get going."
"Of course,"
"Until then?"
"Until then." She stated. He nodded and started to walk away across the street. Lydia watched as he went for a moment before turning back to the door and pushing inside. She was instantly greeted by her father, who took her bags from her and asked her how it went.
"It was fine," she replied vaguely. He nodded and went off into a rant about how she should be hanging around with more people like Severus Snape. She just bit her lip and went with it, not saying how she thought he was odd or strange, and even though today was fine, she would not particularly hang out with him on a regular basis. The once in a while debate was fine, but considering him as a friend was downright wrong.
Neither of them saw Snape cross the street to meet a tall blond haired man. Neither of them really cared, either.
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A/N- Yes! Two chapters in one week! These short chapters are so much easier on me to write because I can usually do them in at least three days and don't completely forget about what I've written. So it's shorter now, about five pages on MS word, really not too bad. If I keep up on a good pace, I should be getting a chapter out at least every three days, if not shorter. SO yeah…
I am so embarrassed! My sister reviewed Storms on my computer, so it automatically put the review under my name! Now it looks like I reviewed my own story and I really didn't. I'm not that pathetic! It's so horrible! I have no way of deleting the stupid thing either! Oh, I look so sad… I'm gonna kill that kid…
Kerichi, you totally read my mind! Every fanfiction I think up has a super awesome common room party with awesome music and I will take requests. And everything with Snape is suggestive…
Lydia is in Ravenclaw. It's been so long that I don't even remember if I put it in one of the chapters… I should really go check… yeah, I actually did! Wow, how soon I forget stuff. It's somewhere in the first chapter.
About transforming Lydia from ugly duckling into the swan… Lydia is going to get better looking in a sense, not from some weird makeover thing that people always give to Ginny and Hermione… I really shouldn't be telling you all of this… I need it for the story so yeah. I actually decided to make Lydia kind of plain because I was so sick of seeing all these Mary Sue OCs who are beautiful and better at everything, but with Lydia, Snape is better than her at almost everything- almost.
Wow, how do my author's notes end up practically longer than the chapter?
So, I actually reviewed Storms thanks to some great motivation from the wonderful Kerichi, so check it out. You should totally check out her stuff too, especially her Snape/OC fic, which is absolutely hilarious.
So yeah,
GIVE ME SOME LONG RAMBLY REVIEWS PEOPLE! COME ON!