All these thoughts, feelings, hatred, pain, love; all so meaningless now that she let him get to her. She let him hit the one spot where it hurt the most. What would be the point of sticking with him? Only to let him strike that pain up again whenever he felt like it. It can't be the end, it just can't be.
Siphronia told herself, over and over again, how she should try and mend this, make it seem like she, herself, pulled a joke of her own on him. Severus would never fall for it, he can always see through her fronts. He would jsut laugh, pat her on the back telling her "nice try, doesn't fly."
And was he really serious about detention? He couldn't be...He only left that to those who were on his bad side, that can't surely mean that she angered him or such? Once again, Siphronia couldn't find a way out of this pain. Maybe this truely was the end, but still...The fates have always pulled tricks out of thin air...Who knows?
"Take it away..."
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"Where the fuck is that woman? Doesn't she understand that when I say 'be here', I mean be here??" Severus paced back and forth in his shady classroom, windows covered up, candles all about the desks and shelves of odd bottles of...things.
A violent outburst, he kicked a table over, punched the cold stone wall, and picked up bottles and threw them across the room. Watching the glass shatter and liquid flood the floor, eminating nasty smells.
"Severus?"
Snape turned sharply, with a thought of who it could be, but he was wrong, he clenched his fists " What?"
"I just heard, whats going on? You destroyed Miss Blackmoores living quarters and you're destroying the class room."
"Headmaster, just stay out of this." Severus sneered fiercly, like he never has at Dumbledore.
Albus made his way towards Severus, placed a hand on his shoulder and looked smiling at him, "The only way you can fix this, is by showing her the side that she's never seen."
"Get out..." Snape continued to sneer, ignoring what ever he had to say, it didn't matter. Siphronia was just being a stubborn bitch, he didn't need to fix anything.
"As you wish my friend, but I suggest you take my words to heart, it might be the only thing left for you two." He left without a sound, light footsteps and soundless breath. Snape continued to glare into nothingness, not looking at anything in particular. He is not going to admit he messed up, he's not going to apologize, he's not going to be all "lovey dovey" at the cost of anything. He would rather see his love walk away from him than rather be soft like she is, thats her job.
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Siphronia could feel her heart beats grow slower and slower, she already regrets what she had just done to herself, but it was the only thing to make the pain go away. The only solution. The tears dried on her porcelaine skin, burning then going numb, her eyes grew weary and she fought to keep them open. She fought to stay awake.
"Take it away, take it away!" she continue to whisper to herself, "take it away..."
Laying amongst broken fragments of wood, from the door Severus carelessly blew up, her head lowered to a ground, "take it away." Her blood pumping through her veins like molasses, "Take it away...please..."
"Miss Blackmoore?" Albus called out as he entered her bedroom, "Siphronia? I just spoke with Severus." He searched through the room, the closet, the bed, under the bed, but Siphronias' feet laying aloofly through the bathroom door way caught his eye.
"No...SEVERUS!"