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/andromeda/ [05 Jul 2004|10:01pm]

[ mood | discontent ]

Severus sighed impatiently as his large pile of Potions papers fell to the ground again as he hurried his way along the large and lengthy corridor leading toward the school library.

Cursing under his breath as he gathered them up into a messy bundle, Severus slammed his back against the entrance doors to the library and shuffled his way inside, balancing the papers, his bag, some books and his dignity along the way. Peeking over the top of the papers and his books, Severus grinned as he saw Andromeda sitting at the table in the far corner of the room.

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[27 Jun 2004|10:36pm]

Severus was having a rough week. Despite the flying rumors, he was not going insane. Just teetering above that fine line. Pacing back and forth with Apollo in his arms, Severus stood in the small courtyard just west to Ravenclaw tower, a place he often reserved for pondering the meaning of life, or perhaps a casual read.

It was hard to tell from the overgrowth above his head, but the sun was actually shining today. It was still bitter cold, as Scotland was most of the time, but at least it was bright.

Sighing and pacing, Severus scratched Apollo's ears and smiled inwardly. He loved Sundays. They were so lazy, and work-free.
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; Gryffindor Dorms ; ; closed to Sirius ; [25 Jun 2004|04:19pm]

[ mood | content ]

Never one to turn down an invitation of hospitality, Remus gathered his things (including, sadly, the niffler.) and headed up to the dorms, careful to avoid any younger years who might provide distraction.

Reaching his destination, he poked his head in curiously, glancing around until he spotted Sirius and smiling slightly, coming in. "I hope you've kept my spot nice and warm..."

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Lake - Open to All [25 Jun 2004|03:56pm]

[ mood | peaceful ]

Lucius Malfoy exited the Hogwarts Castle, his usual cocky smirk on his face. His hair was back to normal, if not a little lighter. Was that even possible? He ran a hand through it, a sigh of relief escaping him. Thank god. He was wearing his normal school uniform minus the robe, which consisted of neat, dark khaki pants, and a plain white shirt with a silver and green neck tie. Under his arm was a book on the Dark Arts. It was after classes, and he decided to catch up on a bit of reading.

He made his way down to the Lake edge, and watched it quietly lap at the shore. He sat down on the grass, about a yard away from the actual water. He opened the book, and stared down at the first chapter. He ran his tongue over his teeth absentmindedly, cool gray blue eyes looking up at the lake again.

Reading..eh. It was on the Dark Arts, his favorite subject, but then again, Lucius and reading about any type of spell never really..mixed well. Of course, he enjoyed novels and that sort of thing. But memorizing spells, even if it was the Dark Arts, could be a bit boring to him. Damn it, he should have brought out a different book. Oh well. He was in a good mood, and nothing could spoil it.

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[24 Jun 2004|01:00pm]

Gilderoy stared mournfully at Severus' favorite tree. On the one hand, it was a gorgeous marvel of nature-- on the other hand, it had clearly taken abuse from the one who loved it so much. Then again, Gilderoy had been half-expecting there to be big signs everywhere that said, "property of Severus Snape-- do not touch-- that means YOU, Malfoy"... so, this was an improvement.

Gilderoy pulled out the scrap parchment and the box of 16 assorted Crayola crayons from the pocket of his sweatshirt, and set them at the base of the trunk, turning to look out on the lake. He did intend to go for a run that day, otherwise he would not be dressed as he was, but he wanted to be sure that Severus could have the chance to feel the joy he assosiated with crayons.

Not that anyone could know that Severus was excited about crayons. Gilderoy gave a short bark of laughter, and sat down to wait, thinking distractedly that he should have told Andromeda he was going for a run.
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Library - Open to all [23 Jun 2004|09:16pm]

[ mood | distressed ]

Right after dinner was over, Lucius headed to the Library immeadiatly. He already had to suffer one day with purple hair, and wanted to get rid of it as quickly as possible. All day long he had suffered rude comments, eye rolls, quiet giggling, and snide remarks. God damn it. He hated this. He hated this school. A majority of his friends had graduated last year, save for a few, and Lucius had the empty sense of lonliness nagging at the back of his head. He let out a long sigh, threading his fingers through his purple locks.

Lucius finally reached the Library, icy gaze traveling over the room. There were about three gryffindor girls, 5th years, perhaps. All looked up when Lucius walked in, and began snickering, yet tried to cover it up by fits of coughing. Lucius gave them 'the look', which silenced them immeadiatly. The rest of the Library was smart enough not to make any noises in his presence. He was Head Boy, after all. He quickly went to the section labeled 'Potions' and took out about five thick books, each as long as the next. It would be worth it, he assured himself, sitting down in a corner table and opening the first one. It would be a long night.

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..open to all.. [20 Jun 2004|08:46pm]

[ mood | grumpy ]

After a relatively uneasy morning of double Divination then double Defense Against The Dark Arts, Severus would always look forward to his free periods at the end of the day. But not this time.

Severus strode none too calmly up the steps leading toward the dungeons, his usually curtained hair almost sticking out in wild cow-licks, his lips unnaturally red, his tie loosened and hanging in a scruffy mess around his neck.

Banging through the outside doors leading towards the lake, Severus breathed in calming breaths before dumping his bag and books underneath the oak tree with a loud 'thwack!', sending some birds off in flight a couple of trees away.

Bloody first years... wouldn't know the difference between a sleeping draught and a shrinking potion if it bit them in the arse!!

Pacing back and forth to calm himself, Severus rid himself of his outer-robe, so he was just wearing his shirt and school trousers. Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieved a cigarette and put it between his lips, before lighting it with his wand.

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[19 Jun 2004|09:51am]

[ mood | mischievous ]

Gilderoy, who had black smudges under his eyes from not sleeping a wink while he was trying to study potions, sat at the very far end of the Hufflepuff table, absently eating a piece of toast while still pouring over a large book. A few Hufflepuff girls had gathered around him and were fussing over his un-kept state—even his hair had been neglected that morning, and it was sticking out in every direction as though he had gone straight from his bed to breakfast.

He briefly glanced up at the adjacent Gryffindor table for any sign of Lily or Remus, but was quick to return to his book. Vaguely he wondered if Severus had come down to breakfast yet—and further more if Severus would be able to make heads or tails of the words that seemed to swim across the pages as Gilderoy’s vision blurred.

His thoughts were interrupted as, quite suddenly, there was a virtual riot from the general direction of the Slytherin table. It was followed by bouts of laughter from the rest of the room. Gilderoy looked to the entryway to see Lucius Malfoy walking in, the very picture of anger, with rather lovely, long lavender hair. Gilderoy blinked once, unable to control the rising smirk that came to his face, and went back to his studying.

Over his shoulder, he could hear the Slytherins throwing accusations and fawning over their headboy. “Bloody well serves him right,” Gilderoy muttered, unheard by the ears of those around him, masked by the general roar of amusement and disbelief.

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Mission: Purple [18 Jun 2004|08:09pm]

[ mood | devious ]

Severus Snape had never done anything like this before to anyone before, let alone to someone from his own house. But he was determined that Lucius Malfoy would go down this time - the git deserved it for all the crap he had put Severus through throughout the years.

So here he was, not exactly sneaking as the bathrooms were his own too, and sneaking would make him look suspicious, but sauntering nonchalantly down the narrow corridor toward the Senior Boys' Bathroom of the Slytherin dungeons. Glaring at a couple of third year girls who squeezed by him giggling, Severus continued on his way, feeling the glass bottle hit against his leg, buried deep in his left pocket.

Grasping the doorhandle to the room, Severus scanned the dim-lit corridor once before entering, thankful that no 6th or 7th year boy had decided that now would be a good time to take a bath. Closing the door with a simple locking charm, Severus glided over to the end of the room where a long line of stone sinks and gold framed mirrors lay against the wall, each sink occupied with the owner's wash-bag and temporary gold-plated name-carving; in a bid to be special and undoubtedly Slytherin. Only one word came to Severus' mind; tasteless.

In the very middle of the mirrors lay one particular large frame; labeled 'Lucius Malfoy; Head Boy'. Smirking, Severus picked up his black and silver wash bag stamped with the Malfoy crest, and zipped it open. Inside he found what he expected - a Mary Poppins style bag that had countless amounts of cosmetics inside. The ponce. Reaching inside and picking out the simple, slender white bottle of shampoo, Severus unscrewed the glass stopper and poured half it's contents down the sink.

Say farewell to your silver locks, Malfoy... Severus thought with a sly grin.

Putting the shampoo bottle onto the counter, Severus swiftly pulled out the bottle of potion from his pocket, undoing the stopper with his teeth. He poured it inside Malfoy's shampoo, watching it swirl and mingle until the entire consistency changed back to white. Smiling in triumph, Severus put the empty vial of potion into his pocket, placed Malfoy's shampoo and wash-bag back in their correct spaces and headed back to the door.

Muttering the unlocking charm, Severus walked casually out of the room and headed back down the narrow corridor, not looking back until he was outside of the castle.

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[18 Jun 2004|12:44pm]

[ mood | excited ]

owl to Severus

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; Open To All ; [17 Jun 2004|03:01pm]

Remus Lupin was never one to waste a sunny day, so that particular sunday morning he decided to head down to the Care of Magical Creatures pen and make up for having missed his last class.

They had been studying Nifflers, that week, and the fuzzy black creatures seemed to take an immediate liking to him, for the second Remus stepped inside the enclosure the began flocking around his ankles and churring happily.

Unwilling to sit down and possibly squash one of them, he stood awkwardly and began his sketch.
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[17 Jun 2004|09:48pm]

Severus Snape, not one for staying in one place at one time, was wandering, yet again, aimlessly around the outside grounds of Hogwart's castle. The book that he had brought along with him earlier, now soggy from his prolonged outdoor conversation with Narcissa, was clasped in his right hand, while his left was buried nonchalantly in his robes' pocket. Around his neck he wore one of his many Slytherin house scarves, for no other reason than to protect his neck from the cold. Not that he minded the cold all that much.

Sniffing the scent of the evening's air, Severus walked on, realising he was retracing his footsteps back to that very same spot he had dozed off earlier that afternoon; under the large oak tree.
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open to all [16 Jun 2004|10:51pm]

Deep inside the library of Hogwarts, Lily Evans sat amongst a handful of textbooks and innumerable rolls of parchment. Her head was resting in her hands, pushing back her fiery locks.

She appeared to be heavily immersed in her work, but after a few moments, a low whine of frustration escaped from her. The Gryffindor slammed the textbooks closed a little too loudly, gaining her a reproachful look from the stuffy Librarian and a few Ravenclaw third-years. Shooting a glare right back at them, she lowered her head onto the table, attempting to memorize the uses of powdered asphodel, but instead falling into a well deserved slumber.
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open to all [16 Jun 2004|11:48pm]

[ mood | bored ]

To say that he was bored out of his skull was an understatement. Severus was fed up. He had just finished off his homework and all necessary hand-outs a couple of hours previous to this moment, and now that he had everything done, he really didn't know what else to do.

Now, some people may argue and say that Severus Snape was quite possibly the King of Apathy; someone who finds comfort in their boredom - on the contrary - Snape always had to be doing something to keep himself busy, or the prospect of cracking up was at stake.

So here he was, back resting against the large oak tree next to the lake, peering out to the water where the sky was a murky grey, progressing from late afternoon to early evening. A book lay by his side, worn and sad, picked up from his bedside table as an object of amusement for sitting outside, only to be discovered that it had been read twice before. Oh, well.

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:: Andromeda :: [16 Jun 2004|12:48pm]

[ mood | cold ]

Gilderoy stood at the base of a tree near the edge of the lake. He leaned against the trunk, his arms folded over his chest, thinking that it was colder today that he had expected-- downright dreary, even. He couldn't wait to get running to get his body heat up.

That, and he couldn't wait for dinner, after the run, so he could get the aftertaste of the particularly nasty hedgehog bile out of his mouth.

He hoped he hadn't missed Andromeda by going to the potion's classroom directly after class instead of coming to the lake-- it would be his kind of luck. With a glance at his watch, he sat down on the moist ground, and waited.

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[16 Jun 2004|02:25pm]

The disused Potions classroom was the room nearest to the stairs towards the entrance of the dungeons, which allowed a considerable amount of natural light to flow through the opened door. A few lamps lay scattered around on the dusty floor, lamps that Severus had collected from various other locations around Hogwart's, as he had pretty much adopted this classroom for himself. Not that the Potions Master minded, of course - Severus wasn't his top student in the whole school for nothing.

So there Severus sat, alone at one of the two sets of desks to the far side of the room, scribbling down notes for his latest assignment. Every so often he would sigh in frustration - his hand was aching from the copious amounts of homework he had been given this week, and besides that - bigger and more stressful things were on his mind.
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; snape ; [15 Jun 2004|04:15pm]

[ mood | worried ]

Once again Remus found himself down at The Bridge. It seemed that this had become the official student meeting place. It wasn't that odd, it was a nice place, but he couldn't squelch the feeling of deja vu.

Carefully avoiding puddles from the previous night's rainstorm Remus ambled nonchalently around the steps to the bridge itself, keeping an eye out for the Slytherin.

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[15 Jun 2004|07:44pm]

[ mood | aggravated ]

Severus sat at the round table in the far left corner of the library, various pieces of homework lying in a disarray in front of him. His hair was slightly messy from running stressed fingers through it, and the remains of three snapped quills lay in an abandoned heap on the floor. Sighing raggedly, Severus picked up a new quill and set to work on his Divination assignment.

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Owl To Andromeda [15 Jun 2004|10:36am]

Owl Message
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[14 Jun 2004|09:31pm]

[ mood | content ]

Who: Sirius & Remus
Where: Halls, and then to Room of Requirement
What: Sirius has been paying zero attention in
Transfiguration, so he doesn't know what to say
to make teacup into mice. He begs Remus to help
him -- but they end up doing much more than that.
(Note: If you wish to read the smut, please
click on the lj cut labeled "NC-17 smutz0r." If
you don't, then click on the lj cut labeled "I'm
a prude.".)
Rating: NC-17 for the first one, PG-13 for the second.

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I'm a prude.Collapse )

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