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(Severus Snape x Reader)

Day 1: Warmth

Day 2: Garden

Day 3: Haunt

Day 4: Torn

Day 5: Pillow (headcannon)

Day 6: Roots

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𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Three, Haunt

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: none

Prompt list: @superfallingstars

“It’s not that important… We can cancel.”

A collective gasp rang throughout the staff room.

“You can’t possibly be serious!” Minerva spoke sharply, looking at Severus with a glare she only reserved for students…and Severus annoyingly enough.

Severus loathed staff meeting days. Not only did everyone have far too many questions for their own good, Dumbledore seemed to almost relish his discomfort and prolong the meetings simply to watch him suffer.

"I for once agree with Minerva,” Aurora Sinistra declared. “You can’t possibly be suggesting we cancel the Halloween Ball because of it?”

“Indeed I am.” Severus stated, taking a sip of tea before continuing. “I highly recommend cancelling the ball, Headmaster. To host a ball a day after the Chamber of Secrets has been opened will only cause the Ministry to believe you unstable in your position.”

Dumbledore chuckled, a knowing glint in his eye. That ticked off Severus even more.

“Now, now Severus. Let’s not be too hasty. The children love the Halloween Ball.” Dumbledore spoke, a smile on his face.

Severus rolled his eyes.

“Now, next order of business,”Dumbledore stated in a jolly manner, popping a lemon candy in his mouth, “who would like to set up the haunted house with Severus?”

“I volunteer.”

Severus whipped his head to the left to see who would volunteer to do such a thing with him out of all the staff members.

Of course, it was Professor ____. Severus found he didn’t exactly mind her helping him, which was unusual.

The staff meeting slowly dispersed, a few professors staying behind to sort out some last minute things as Professor ____ walked up to him.

“You ready to get your haunt on, Severus?”

She exclaimed excitedly, smiling up at him with joy as she put a hand on her hip.

“No.” He replied, already annoyed Dumbledore assigned him to do something he didn’t ask for.

“Perfect!” _____ replied, her chipper attitude unbothered by his moody and bothered expression.

Severus couldn’t control his mouth as his lips curved upwards.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day Two, Garden

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: none

Prompt list: @superfallingstars

Listening to children converse with one another has always been weirdly therapeutic to me. Though, I’ve never really figured out why. I have always assumed it is because of the way kids express themselves, how they show emotions. I think I admire that, and am jealous of it as well. Unbridled and uncaring, not holding back.

‘Honesty is the best policy’ as my mother used to say.

Adults are different in their mannerisms around one another, as they learn speaking the truth isn’t always the right thing. Borders and built and facades are made to hide behind. Who we truly are is hidden, and lost, left behind with the childish hopes and dreams.

I gently pressed down on the rich dirt that surrounded the large, orange pumpkins Pomona and I had been growing. The pumpkins were growing at a steady rate, and would be ready for the Halloween Feast in no time.

As I pat the dirt down, I took note of my now dirtied appearance that was sat in the grass. My overalls were caked in dirt at the bottom, my boots now taken on the color of mud around it. Luckily, my woolen sweater was left untouched by nature.

The sweater was warm, but slightly rough from being worn time and time again. The coarse feeling of the knitted wool against my skin wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it wasn’t entirely welcome either.

I patted down more fertilizer as I listened to the sounds around me. The chatter of happy students, the swaying of trees in the wind, the soft hum of an incoming rain shower, and the occasional chirp of an owl. All positive sounds I’d say.

As I listened to the environment around me, my motions stilled to tune into the sounds. I listened as the chattering died down, and the sounds of fabric and footsteps faded in the distance as if the students were scared away.

I only knew one person who could invoke such a reaction out of the students without uttering even a word.

“Gardening at this hour, _____?”

Severus questioned from behind me, looming over my crouched form as I went back to adding more fertilizer to the soil.

“Yeah.”

I replied simply, looking over my shoulder and glancing at Severus.

Wait…

I did a double take.

In his right hand, he was holding a bucket of herbs, most likely ones he had foraged from the forbidden forest. In his left, he held a thermos.

I gave him a grin, wiping off my hands on a rag Hagrid had lended me as I looked at the thermos he carried. I stood up and dusted off my overalls to the best of my ability.

“Planning for an evening excursion, Severus?”

I teased the man, looking at him.

“….”

He didn’t say anything, staying silent instead, refusing to look me in the eyes.

Suddenly, I felt the thermos pushed into my hand as Severus stepped closer to me, an indescribable expression flashing across his face.

“It’s for you.”

He said, in his deep, velvety voice.

“For… me?”

I was confused. I had known Severus for a few years now, and he was never a person to give anyone anything.

Severus looked me in the eyes, an almost determined expression across his face. His cheeks tinted with a slightly rosy color. I assumed it was from the cold, but hoped it was the cause of something else.

Severus looked eager to change the topic.

“I like your garden.”

I smiled softly, holding the thermos to my chest.

“I like it too.”

Yet, I never took my eyes off his.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

Day One, Warmth

Drabble - Fluff

Warnings: shaving…?

Prompt List: @superfallingstars

“______”

His voice was tired, and even deeper than normal as he called to me from our bedroom.

I don’t think Severus realized how dramatic he was being. It was the first day of fall and he was acting like our chambers had been spelled to be as freezing as the North Pole.

“____.”

He called my name again, and I sighed softly, gently placing down the razor on the side of the tub, looking down at my half shaven leg. I inspected it for any mistakes.

“In the bathroom.”

I spoke, before sudsing up my leg more and grasping the razor again, feeling the bumps in the handle design before going to run it up my leg once again.

I heard soft footsteps, and looked to the bathroom door to see Severus standing there in his sleepwear, looking down at me with tired eyes.

I smiled softly at him, holding the razor up for him to see.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

I replied, smiling at the man before turning my attention to my legs. I ran the razor up my leg once again.

I heard a sound from Severus, a grunt to be exact. I glanced towards the doorway at the corner of my eye. What I saw provoked a soft chuckle to escape my lips.

He was sliding down the side of the sink, and eventually his bottom made contact with the tiled floor of the bathroom, he glanced at me and shuffled his legs to his chest.

“Having fun?”

I asked him, concealing a grin as he glared at me.

“It is freezing in these bloody chambers.”

Severus spoke in response, running his hand on the white carpet on the floor.

“Good to know someone’s having fun.”

I replied with a giggle, making the man glare at me again, but his eyes sparkled with humor.

Eventually, I finished, and Severus handed me a towel as I stepped out of the bath. I thanked him as I wrapped it around my body.

“I do think you’re being a bit dramatic, Verus. It’s not that cold.”

I said with a cheeky smile. He narrowed his eyes at me, furrowing his eyebrows as he pulled his sleeves down his arms a bit further.

“I am not dramatic.”

He retorted, then standing up from his spot on the floor.

He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, placing his face in the crook of my neck as his arms encased me.

“You feel warm.”

He muttered against my skin, his cold hand going to grasp my arm as he hugged me.

“And you are cold.”

I spoke, as he smirked and put his hand on the nape of my neck. I immediately squirmed out of his grasp, to move away from the freezing hand.

“Not funny.”

I said with a glare. He smirked and kissed me. I gently moved my hand to the side of his face as I reciprocated the kiss.

Severus moved his hand to card through my hair, gently feeling the slightly wet strands as he kissed me.

We parted our lips for a breath. I watched his lips curve into a smile that he seemed to reserve only for me.

He pecked my forehead and and walked out of the bathroom, most likely making his way to bed.

I stared into the bathroom mirror with a smile as I gently touched my lips.

Even though he was cold, his lips were still my favorite source of warmth.

Eeek! SO EXCITED TO PARTICIPATE THIS YEAR TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY!!!

snapetober 2024!

Hi everyone! I don't know if anyone had plans to make a Snapetober this year, but I've literally been looking forward to this since the last one ended (I'm a sucker for a themed daily challenge), so... given that I enjoyed @momo-t-daye's unofficial Snapetober so much in 2023, I decided to put together a list of prompts for this year!

Based on the rules of Snapetobers of yesteryear – feel free to participate in any way you want, however much you want. That means art, fics, moodboards, metas, headcanons, playlists, etc., any type of thing is welcome as long as you created it and it is Snape-related. There's also no pressure to participate for all prompts – you're welcome to jump in any time, complete any number of prompts in any time frame, combine prompts, go out of order, whatever you can and/or want to do. Really, the whole point of this is just to provide some inspiration (and mild structure) for creators in the Snapedom and to see and share everyone's beautiful work.

Now onto the list! I went a little conceptual with these prompts – I tried to pick things that could be interpreted in a variety of ways. There is also some more literal autumn-related stuff in there, too, so hopefully it's a good balance. Happy creating!

Warmth

Garden

Haunt

Torn

Pillow

Roots

Flame

Cozy

Morning

Dream

Buried

Victory

Journey

Trick

Treat

Tangle

Mirror

Hush

Discovery

Fantasy

Play

Youth

Watched

Shadow

Doorway

Balance

Master

Time

Rotten

Midnight

Spooky

The Hidden Tragedy of Snape's Sacrifice is He Died at 20, Not 38

Where does the idea of selfish Severus Snape and his possessive love come from? Do people really believe that Snape died in the Shrieking Shack at 38, at the hands of Voldemort? Do they honestly think that, until he was 38, he lived a normal, happy life, full of hope and dreams, right up until that last minute when everything was suddenly ripped away from him?

Snape didn’t just die in that moment. His life ended 18 years earlier, when he was 20 years old, standing on a hill in front of Dumbledore. That’s when he gave up everything—his freedom, his future, and his life—in exchange for the safety of the Potter family: James, Lily, and Harry.

From that moment on, Snape no longer lived for himself. He had no control over his own fate; his life had been bargained away to protect others. Every step he took after that was part of a long, ongoing sacrifice.

People say they don’t like Snape because he didn’t make up for his mistakes the way he should have, that his redemption arc wasn’t complete. Excuse me? I’m not sure what more a person can give than their life. What’s more precious than their time and youth? What’s more important than their freedom? Snape sacrificed all of that—what else did he even have left to give?

He was barely out of his teenage years when he chose to give up everything—his youth, his dreams, his ambitions, even his loyalty—for people who didn’t care about him. Yet, Snape stayed on that path with unwavering courage for the next 18 years, never backing down.

In truth, Severus Snape was a boy who lost his life at 20. The only thing is, they didn’t bury him until he was 38.

Grieving over ex–girl best friend’s death ≠ Romantic obsession

No, but seriously, if Sirius grieves, it's fine because they love each other as brothers, but Severus can't because his friend is female. I thought we could get stuck with the platonic female—male friendships. Apparently, Harmione can be platonic but Snily can't? It isn't even confirmed that Severus loved Lily more like a lover than a sibling. Patronus is light magic hence most death eaters can't do the charm, obsession will not be involved in it. Severus left her alone even when she dated his SA'er and bully, he's the complete opposite of a harasser and obsessed git, he gives the girl some space. Snaters need to make better arguments istg.🧐

They broke into potions classroom at night to practise >:)

People don't like Snape because he's the most realistic person in the book. There, I said it.

Specifically, people who don't like Snape and think he deserved his bullying and claim that he's a completely evil man.

They don't like the fact that their worst behaviour is mirrored at them. That this is actually how they would be if they went through this sort of bullshit.

Humans aren't as good as we think we are. We all think we'd be the sassy, funny, ultimately good Harry Potter. We think 'Oh, I'd never be like Snape, I'm better than that'.

But truly? Humans can be serious assholes.

Hurt people hurt people. Even without trying.

Snape's not evil. He's a broken human, and if you don't understand that, then you probably don't understand humans

I JUST READ YOUR YAP POST AND I THINK I FELL IN LOVE!

RAMBLE, PLEASE! It makes my day when people add, comment, agree or even disagree and add their own things to what I post!!!!

Not one of my normal posts, but:

Who do you think would go hunting for the Company during their travel to Erebor?

Would it be Dwalin?

Bifur?

Would Kili and Fili go out to hunt for the food?

Or would it be Thorins purpose also, to provide for his companions as the leader of the adventure.

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I’ve thought overnight about it, and:

I’ve got a lineup (from most often to least often)!!!

1. Gloin (we all know this man makes everything a completion, his game is the best, his wife is the best, his hair is the nicest copper color, his son is the best, we could go on and on) he prides himself on the kill he makes for the company.

2. Bifur I cannot use words to describe how vicious yet clean this dwarrow is with his kills. When Bifur kills an animal, it is left so perfectly, it looks like it’s alive, perfect for cooking and using every bit of the body they need

3. Suprisingly is Dwalin! We know our warrior is a bit rough around the edges all over, but he cares for his fellow kin in a subtle way, such as making sure they eat so they can “Put that food to good use and use your brain for once!”

4. Fili and Kili (cuz they a duo) Kili normally does the killing of Deer and such with his arrow, while Fili will take down physically with a dagger, Fili normally goes for the neck right away, Kili goes for the lungs of what he shoots at when hunting

Not one of my normal posts, but:

Who do you think would go hunting for the Company during their travel to Erebor?

Would it be Dwalin?

Bifur?

Would Kili and Fili go out to hunt for the food?

Or would it be Thorins purpose also, to provide for his companions as the leader of the adventure.

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I’ve thought overnight about it, and:

I’ve got a lineup (from most often to least often)!!!

1. Gloin (we all know this man makes everything a completion, his game is the best, his wife is the best, his hair is the nicest copper color, his son is the best, we could go on and on) he prides himself on the kill he makes for the company.

2. Bifur I cannot use words to describe how vicious yet clean this dwarrow is with his kills. When Bifur kills an animal, it is left so perfectly, it looks like it’s alive, perfect for cooking and using every bit of the body they need

3. Suprisingly is Dwalin! We know our warrior is a bit rough around the edges all over, but he cares for his fellow kin in a subtle way, such as making sure they eat so they can “Put that food to good use and use your brain for once!”

4. Fili and Kili (cuz they a duo) Kili normally does the killing of Deer and such with his arrow, while Fili will take down physically with a dagger, Fili normally goes for the neck right away, Kili goes for the lungs of what he shoots at when hunting

Doodles

This is a masterpiece

“Uh, Professor, er, sir,” Harry stumbled over the seldom-used honorifics in his bafflement. “Uh, on your mouth…?”

“Lipstick, Potter,” Snape sneered, the expression all the more pronounced with the cosmetic assistance.

“Oh, uh, it’s, um, it’s black?” Harry hadn’t known lipstick came in anything other than his aunt’s subdued pinks or the vivid shades of red that Petunia considered sinful and salacious (and intolerably reminiscent of Lily to ever be permitted back into the precariously normal life of Number Four, Privet Drive).

“Very good, Potter,” Snape said sarcastically. “Twelve years old and you’ve learned your colors.”

That was pure nastiness and entirely unfair.

“I’m fifteen!”  Harry protested, which earned him a merely sardonic eyebrow. “Almost fifteen,” he amended.  “I’ll be fifteen on Monday.”

Harry longed to surpass Snape in sheer churlishness and considered pointing out that muggle men generally didn’t wear skirts.  Certainly not in Little Whinging.  Definitely not when Dudley and his gang were roaming the streets.

He’d seen plenty of oblivious wizards sporting spiffy new dresses as their muggle disguises at the Quidditch World Cup the previous summer (a lifetime ago, before Cedric was murdered and he hadn’t been able to stop it from happening).  But there was something peculiarly well-tailored and suspiciously well-worn about the Potions Master’s garb that suggested less “disguise” and more “daily wear”. He found that his brain was oddly unwilling to acknowledge the existence of Snape’s psychedelic cardigan. His mind kept trying desperately to wallpaper something sensible over the bizarre image his eyes insisted on perceiving.

“…nice skirt,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” Snape drawled the false gratitude out with a smirk. “It has pockets.  Dipshit and Dumbass there were too excited to get on the road this morning and didn’t give me any time to do laundry.”

“Am I ‘Dipshit’ or am I ‘Dumbass’?” Sirius whispered loudly, grin gone well past manic.

“I believe Severus called me a ‘dipshit’ among other things for forgetting to take my Wolfsbane last year,” Remus replied thoughtfully, “So, Sirius, that probably makes you the dumbass.”

“I’m more of a hot piece of ass, but okay,” Sirius said with a wink. “Hi, Harry!”

“Hi, Sirius,” Harry said weakly, glad for the excuse to sidle past Snape.  “Uh, what are you doing here?” The Daily Prophet hadn’t said anything about Sirius being pardoned and news like that, while less of an urgent headline than Voldemort’s return, wouldn’t lurk about in the society pages or behind an advice column.

“Dumbledore told me to lie low at Lupin’s place,” Sirius beamed with an innocence so intense it could only be artificial.

“And, er, well, what with one thing and another, it really hadn’t seemed like a good time really to mention that I’d been, ah, evicted,” Lupin added, “…again.”

“Renting really seems like such a bother,” Sirius opined. “So I bought a house for Remus here.”

“Oh,” said Harry, who had witnessed Aunt Petunia compulsively twitching the curtains as she tried to discover how Mrs. Number Seven had eluded neighborly surveillance and, somehow, managed to sell her house to a person or persons unknown to the remaining residents of Privet Drive. “Isn’t that supposed to take a long time?”

“Building a home takes a lifetime,” Sirius said sagely. “Buying a house just takes money.”

Snape’s scornful snort brought Harry’s attention back to the least welcome visitor to Little Whinging.

“So, uh, why did you bring,” Harry gestured vaguely, unsure if the word ‘him’ could accurately encompass the snidest professor present, “Snape?” He’d rather noticed that Snape hadn’t lifted a finger to help Sirius and Lupin move any of the large boxes from the lorry into Number Seven.

“Severus knows how to drive,” Lupin explained gently. Sirius’ mouth opened, prepared to protest.

“Severus,” Lupin repeated, louder this time, “Has a valid muggle license to drive.” Sirius’ subsided.

“And I know how to hot-wire cars and lorries,” Severus added smoothly. “And,” Lupin echoed wearily, “ Severus knows how to ‘hot-wire’ muggle vehicles.”

“I’m learning to do that,” Sirius said helpfully, “I’m going to figure it out too.  I’ve nearly got it.”

“Talk is cheap, Black,” Snape scoffed starting to stroll in the last direction Harry wanted him to go, “I’ll believe you when I see some tangible results.”

“Wait!  Stop!” Harry wondered if he’d get in trouble for tackling a professor outside of Hogwarts.  It would be worth it, to try to alter Snape’s trajectory towards the front door of Number Four.  “Stop, stop, stop!”

For all Harry’s desperate scrambling, Snape maintained his lead.

“Please stop!” Harry begged as the professor hitched up his skirt slightly, “Use the bell!  You don’t have to kick the door in!” Aunt Petunia was probably at the door, surely she’d spied them across the street at Number Seven.

Snape kicked the door, already unlatched in Petunia’s nosy anticipation, open.

Aunt Petunia let out a shrill little scream.

“Hello, Piss-Tuna,” said Severus Snape, far more gleeful than he’d been even when Harry and Ron were facing the threat of expulsion after flying a car into the Whomping Willow. “You look as awful as ever.”

Piss-Tuna, Harry thought as his world tilted on its axis, Snape, Professor Snape, just called my aunt Piss-Tuna.  This can’t be happening.

“You—!” Her face was white, her eyes were wide, and Petunia Dursley, née Evans, practically growled in her outrage.

Harry found himself thinking that Brazil might be a very nice place to live. It was far away from Privet Drive, for a start.  He wondered what it would take to get there.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Tuney?” Snape’s foot had blocked the door from closing.  “I’m more than happy to have this confrontation on your front step if you’d prefer.”

“We, ah, brought some biscuits,” Lupin added. “Store bought. Assorted.  With chocolate.  Er, I’m, ah, we’re the new neighbors. So nice to meet you again.”

Petunia goggled at the lot of them.

She also stumbled back, which Snape seemed to take as an unspoken invitation.  Harry found himself dragged along in the professor’s wake, with only Sirius’ hand on his shoulder to steady him in the swift tide of strangeness.

“I can’t believe your taste in interior decoration deteriorated into this level of disgusting kitsch and doilies, Tuna,” said the man who decorated with floating dead things in jars. Severus surveyed the photos on the wall, on the mantle, on the little side table.  So many perfectly posed pictures of a happy family of three- mother, father, son- and a lock on the cupboard under the stairs. Narcissa had been absolutely right.

“Is that my jumper?” Harry jumped.  Petunia’s voice was high and thin and quite peculiar.

“You’ve really done a terrible job of raising Potter,” said Snape, and Harry bristled. Of course Snape wanted to criticize him, Harry had been expecting the criticism, but he loathed the thought of his two biggest critics were now sharing notes and combining forces.

“Not only is he, like the majority of students, a careless menace in the laboratory, but I have also wasted entirely too much of my already limited time deciphering his atrocious penmanship to correct insipid essay after insipid essay only to see the same flawed reasonings repeated week after week.” It was news to Harry that he was supposed to read the sea of spidery red notes Snape deposited on every essay.  It seemed rather unfair, given that Snape could fit five lines of text for every one line Harry wrote. The single “P”, or the occasional and welcome “A”, was more than sufficient in Harry’s view.

“That’s my jumper.” There was a touch of hysteria in Petunia’s tone now.

“He will be taking his O.W.L.s this year, his O-levels if you prefer,” Snape continued, demonstrating more confidence in Harry’s continued survival than Harry typically expected to hear from the Potions Master. “Unfortunately, his current record of scholastic mediocrity, his stubborn refusal to revise, and a peculiar incuriosity about magical theory does not bode well for his continued academic career.”

“You little bastard! That’s my goddamn jumper!” Petunia’s shriek derailed Snape’s momentum.  The unexpected profanity from his aunt made Harry’s brain stutter to a halt.

“Tuna,” Snape frowned, “We’re not here to discuss my sartorial decisions and I will never take wardrobe critique from you.  I only deigned to enter this suburban hellscape to discuss your horrendous failure to raise and parent Mr. Potter.”

“Biscuit, Harry?” Sirius offered, retrieving the tin from Remus.

“You stole my jumper!” Shockingly, Petunia’s epiphany failed to shatter glass.  Yet.

“Didn’t,” sniffed Snape.

“I thought it was Lily who stole my jumper!”

“She did. I just hid it for her.” 

“I bought that jumper myself!  I’d saved up!”

“Yes, I know.”

“It was for an interview!”

“We wanted to spare you the humiliation of being seen in public wearing such a hideous thing.  You even got that position, even if you didn’t keep it for very long.”

The biscuit was rather good, even without tea, and it was beginning to dawn on Harry that Snape and Aunt Petunia were more inclined to tear into one another than join forces against him. He felt oddly inclined to cheer for Professor Snape, despite the ranting about Harry’s scholastic shortcomings. Perhaps it was because Harry knew so little about his mother that every glimpse was a pearl he treasured.

“I want my jumper!” Did she learn that tone from her little Diddykins or had Dudley inherited that petulant demanding pitch from Petunia?

“And I want you to understand how your failure to nourish any academic inclinations Mr. Potter may have shown before the age of eleven may have rather dire consequences for futures beyond his own, but I fear we can’t all get what we want.” Remus handed Harry another biscuit before he could think to protest.

“Give me back my jumper!”

“Fine!” Snape finally snapped, fingers tearing at the buttons in wrathful haste.  “Fine, here!”

Petunia caught the cardigan with her face and a squeak.

Severus Snape looked like a stranger again, in the ratty, oversized band shirt, hair disheveled from the jumper’s passage.  Harry hadn’t seen the Dark Mark his professor had shoved under Minister Fudge’s nose in the Hospital Wing those few weeks ago, and he found himself oddly glad that the mark was concealed under a peculiar leather bracelet with metal studding.  A wand holster, perhaps.

“Are you prepared to face your shortcomings now, Tuney?” That dangerously silky tone was entirely familiar, and Harry took another biscuit before he was told to go serve detention during summer vacation.

“It smells like Cokeworth,” Petunia’s complaint was bitter, for she dreaded the day her neighbors discovered the lingering taint of the Cokeworth streets sullying their Surrey security.

“Hey,” said Sirius, who had gone oddly still.

“I wasn’t going to take it to Hogwarts, was I?” Snape said.  “It’s acrylic, you know that sort of stuff doesn’t hold up around magic.”

“Hey,” said Sirius.  “Hey.” His face was a rictus of delight, as pleased as Petunia had been put out. “Snape. Isn’t that, isn’t that my shirt you’ve got on?”

“Oh, oh,” snarled Severus.  “Not you too!”

Self-indulgent Slytherin!Lily (+same age Narcissa) AU comic inspired by a post going around a bit ago on how Snape has mad scientist vibes and likely experimented on himself.  He’s just all about self-improvement, huh?

Chaos Club

(Realized I haven’t been active for a while, I recently got into a relationship, and there has been a lot of drama with friends.)

Sooo…. I’ve decided to use Incorrect Quotes I’ve heard from my friends and even myself!

(I’ve edited some words and scenarios to fit in with the school kid personas)

First quote was between my friend and I:

Lucius (friend): “Why can’t I be leader?”

Regulus (me): “well, first off, you get no bitches-“

Second quote, was said from same friend and our mutual friend K:

Barty (Friend): *whispering* “would any of you suck my dick?”

Severus (K): *whispering, poking Barty* “I’d suck your dick for a thousand dollars.”

Barty (Friend): *whispering angrily* “Your too expensive, a prostitute costs less than that”

So trueee!

Like- there are so many characters who have done so much worse in the series!

Haters be like “Snape was just as bad, worse even than James, because he bullied students.”

Honestly, Snape’s behaviour gets blown so out of proportion. Because other than verbal barbs and once threatening a toad, Snape didn’t really do anything. He didn’t put students in deliberate danger, didn’t hex students, didn’t assault anyone. Snape gives students detention and they have to clean. McGonagall gives students detention and they wind up in the Forbidden Forest!

One time, he threw a jar at Harry after Harry *checks notes* oh yeah, looked into Snape’s memories without permission and witnessed his worst memory of being assaulted.

So no, I don’t want to hear the “he bullied students” argument. When in context, he was no worse than any other teacher and far worse had been done to him.

Chaos Club Headcannons (Lucius Ver.):

Lucius Malfoy:

᪥ Wears clear lipgloss

᪥ Naturally sensitive to the cold

᪥ Can not sing for the life of himself

᪥ Started to like Narcissa around their third year (they started to date in the end of their fourth year)

᪥ Has to go through an extensive night routine for his skin

᪥ Sleeps with an essential oil air humidifier (he likes lavender the most)

᪥ Will flip if anyone touches his hair

᪥ Needs a full 10 hours of sleep or else he wakes up with eye bags and looks like a zombie risen from the dead

᪥ Everyone thinks his favorite class is potions, when it is actually Ancient Runes

᪥ Carries around a satchel (for his books) that has his family crest embroidered smack dab in the middle of it (gets one custom made for Narcissa and eventually Draco)

Daisy Ridley talking about working with Adam Driver in Star Wars: The Force Awakens; commentary from the featurette, “The Scavenger & the Stormtrooper.”

His patience snapped 😅 Original video

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Barty, teaching Bellatrix to drive: Okay, you're driving and Narcissa and Regulus walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Bellatrix: Oh, definitely Regulus. I could never hurt Cissy.

Barty, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the bloody brakes.

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Barty: Where is my bloody fucking wand?

Lucius: Crouch, *Lucius waves his hands in the direction of Narcissa whom is on the couch of the common room* Cissa is around, can you say it a little nicer?

Barty: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my BLOODY FUCKING WAND?!

Y/N: lol *totally didn’t hide the wand*

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*Barty is casually searching around the room*

Lucius: Hey Barty, what’re you looking for?

Barty: My will to live.

*Regulus walks into the room*

Barty: Oh, there it is.

another good time to post this

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*Y/N is holding a camera, hiding behind a tree with Regulus to make sure Lucius isn’t naughty on his first date with Narcissa.*

Lucius: My hands are cold. 
Narcissa: Here, let me hold them. 
Lucius: My lips are cold too. 
Narcissa: *covers Lucius's mouth with her hand