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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 4, 2018 19:25:27 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] The Death Eater initiate had finally gotten his mission in order to become a full-fledged Death Eater and be granted the honor of the Dark Mark. The Dark Lord himself tasked him with this mission. Honestly, coming face to face with the wizard was incredibly nerve-wracking. Just gazing upon his face sent shivers down the young boy’s spine. Was it fear? Or was it excitement? He couldn’t tell. He didn’t like the feeling either way – and so he shoved it deep down where he wouldn’t feel it. Especially since the mission he had been given was quite unsavory.
With a pop, he appeared in Hogsmeade. It was a weekend where the students would be allowed to go – and so there were ministry and order members lurking about. He had to be careful as he was very well known to be a supporter for the Death Eaters. Of course, in most recently years, most children do not end up going to Hogsmeade – but it was the first Hogsmeade weekend, and his target was going to have today as their first opportunity to visit the wizarding village. A third-year muggle born girl. Capture or kill. The choice was his. Of course, that made this even more difficult than usual – seeing as everyone knew that the Death Eaters targeted muggle-borns. Of course, this was his mission he’d be given. Others were given easier tasks, like gathering information. He was great at that! He invented several spells that would help with it. Perhaps he was assigned this to see if he could do things he wasn’t quite as specialized in.
He let out a shaky breath, handing his wand over to a ministry official so he could enter the Three Broomsticks, as well as showing his arm free of the Dark Mark. There she was – and the place was swarming with ministry and order people just like he figured. He didn’t glance her way or show any sign he had noticed her – as that would raise suspicions. No one in the Broomsticks was allowed a wand in the current climate other than Ministry officials who were there on official business. That made the order folks not as hard to deal with, but he couldn’t do his task here in the middle of everything.
He gave Madame Rosemerta a half-smile when she delivered the butterbeer he ordered and he sat there, planning out his next move.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 6:03:10 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
CRACK!
The sound of apparation echoed within the open air of the point right outside of Hogsmeade. She pulled her cloak around her - her old, tattered Slytherin one, the only thing she had other than her sweater to keep warm, but the long sleeves weren't for warmth these days, but to cover the dozens of scars littering her skin. She didn't want to waste energy on having to keep up glamors. She wasn't impressing anyone these days anyway.
She nearly tossed her wand at the guard holding the fort at The Three Broomsticks, grumbling something about 'what if they were attacked, what then!?' Oh, sure, taking their wands would keep people inside from attacking them, but what about outside? Idiots. All of them.
She took a seat, not really caring if it was next to someone. Like, literally next to them. Really Rose, there was a whole fucking bar. She pushed her hood back, and Rosemerta shuffled over, took her order, and shuffled off again.
She slid the coins on the counter, she would stay here again tonight, the full moon was soon. She needed a good nights rest and a meal before it, she didn't know how long it would be until the next.
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 5, 2018 6:18:04 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] Noticing immediately, he had been joined by someone, he turned to face the young woman. Ah yes, she was a Slytherin in his year – and well, he didn’t quite get along with her brother. Of course, someone had to come and sit next to him while he made his plan. He had a little bit of a poison powder in his robes which he could possibly wandless use a disillusionment charm on and then float it over to the girl’s drink.
Of course, that would make the Aurors investigate and probably would find traces of the poison that killed her on him. Unless he escaped quick enough. Perhaps if she went the lavatory, he could poison the drink and then leave before she came back – after all, girls took a while, in the loo. But would a girl leave her drink unattended in a bar like this? She was young and therefore naïve, but everyone here would be watching the drink like a hawk just in case – given her blood.
“Fancy meeting you here, Lupin,” He drawled, his voice low and quiet so she could hear and no one else, unless they were attempting to eavesdrop. Of course, that was easy since she was sitting right next to him. “Feeling… sentimental? We just did graduate.” He didn’t really mean it insultingly, but at the same time, he was never really the most friendly even with those he was on good terms with – he was known as being cynical, rude, and prickly.
“Or perhaps you saw a handsome man sitting alone and thought to seduce him?” He laughed dryly and shook his head. “If that’s the case, the man you’re looking for is over there.” He pointed to a random guy sitting across the bar from them. Self-deprecating humor. His specialty.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 6:31:42 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
If her day couldn't get any worse, the person she just happened to sit next to was...
"Snape," her lip drew back in a snarl.
"And don't call me Lupin. I wish I could strip myself of the name."
And she meant it. After that bullshit his friends pulled during their last year, she wished she could forget being related to him. She wasn't looking at Severus, completely, her gaze set on him from the corner of her eye. "Pft. What kind of person do you think I am? I may be a werewolf but I don't go into bars looking for random men for the night."
She rolled her eyes. No, she knew he wasn't insinuating that, but...
"Plus, even if I did seduce him, ten galleons say I would be in a cell in Azkaban by midnight because I would be accused of using a love potion or some bull shit like that. Me? Actually get a willing partner into bed? You've got to be kidding me."
Did someone say something about self-deprecation?
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 5, 2018 6:44:51 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] He raised an eyebrow. Ah, she seemed to have the case of the self-deprecating blues as well. Well, it wasn’t his job to cheer her up. Though, it did do him a world of good to be distracted for a moment. He tended to work best when the problem was to sit in his subconscious for a bit. That part of his mind seemed to be smarter – or less distracted at least. He looked at her with a straight, blank look on his face, if anything, surprise showing.
Shrugging, he picked up his drink and took a sip. Butterbeer. He needed to be focused and not getting buzzed on firewhiskey for this mission. It was important. His entire future depended on it. He had to succeed, or he would fail. He felt bad for the girl – but he couldn’t let one girl get in the way of the future of the entire wizarding world. He wanted to fight for what was good, even if he had to destroy his soul along the way.
“Even if you’re a…” He paused, his gut reaction to use the world ‘halfbreed’, however it didn’t feel right. Ever since he called Lily that… word, he had felt nasty when he used any sort of word like that – even if his friends used them all the time. “Werewolf, I’m sure any guy in here would be lucky to have you. Not like they’d be able to tell what you are, eh? Can’t get blamed for something like that, if they don’t know to blame you for it. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t know for sure already. Too cute to be a wolf.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 6:56:25 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"Halfbreed," she finished for him, knowing the word was there. She shrugged. She'd heard worse over the years, what with her dad being who he was... and ugh.
She stared at him for a long, long moment. Allowing his words to sink in. Was he attempting to make her feel better? Ha.
"What a world I live in to be pitied upon by Severus Snape."
She said this snarkily, but she did toss her hair over her shoulder with a flip, the tiniest of smiles playing on her lips.
"Anybody would be lucky to have me...?" she scoffed darkly. "Tell that to the world. I wouldn't be able to build a relationship hiding what I am, because it is apart of me, if that person can't accept who I am, including my once-a-month issue, well, fuck them, and not in the good way. They're not worth me anyways."
Okay, self-deprecating she may be, she also has a streak of self-worth that she hasn't shaken yet, which, was in the least part, good enough. Unlike her brother, who would wallow in the fact that no-one loved him. No, Rose had the mindset that she just was too good for a lot of people. She had standards, dammit!
"What's a guy like you doing in a place like this anyway?" Oh, that was usually the start of a pickup line, but... "You know, since it's crawling in Ministry and Order dogs alike."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 5, 2018 7:12:35 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] His cheek ticked as she said the word he had tried to avoid. It still didn’t set very well with him. However, just like whenever he heard the others say those types of words, he swallowed the feeling and locked it away in a prison deep inside of him that was more secure than even Azkaban. Unless he drank too much, and even then, it was locked up pretty tight if he really wanted it to never ever be revealed. Like him not liking them using the slurs against those lesser than them. Now if there were a slur for muggle… well he might be a bit more inclined to use it when referring to his father-dearest.
Once more he raised an eyebrow. That… fire, he’d seen it before in someone – and that someone was Lily Evans, a girl he very much loved and wanted to protect more than anything else in the entire universe. Oddly for a moment he found himself… enjoying her presence. “Pity? No. I don’t pity people unless their name is James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, or Remus Lupin.” He shakes his head taking a sip of his drink once more.
“I wish more people understood that. Instead they try to change you into their image of ‘good’,” He grips his glass tightly and stares at his reflection in the glass for a moment. “And if you let them, they’ll change you until you look in a mirror and you don’t even recognize yourself.” He blinked before he quickly looked away from his glass and towards a random corner in the bar.
“What do you think I could be doing in a place like this, the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year, hm?” He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Business. Business is the answer, Rose No Name.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 7:28:24 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
"So if it isn't pity, then what is it, for you to bestow kind words upon me?"
She rose a brow at him, challenging his reason. Rosemerta finally came by and set down her drink and took her payment, also leaving a key. Rose pocketed the key. She would have her meal sent to her room on stasis, she didn't eat in front of people. Not this close to the full moon.
She scoffed at the mention of those names. "They don't even deserve your pity. Those arrogant toe rags."
Her lips twisted into a frown, a pained look appearing on her face as she averted her eyes to a random corner of the wall.
"People don't understand that, Severus, because they're too caught up in themselves to worry about the thoughts and feelings of another person. The world isn't kind to misfits like you and I. It wasn't meant to be. Our fate is to struggle, be ridiculed, and what we do get, we hold onto fiercely. So it hurts the most when it's taken away."
She runs her finger on the rim of her glass, staring into the dark liquid. "Yet, we know we worth more than the bullshit the world throws at us. SWe shouldn't have to take it all lying down."
Her eyes remain on her glass for a few moments.
"Ah, business. I see. Still trying to earn your stripes, little Zebra?"
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 5, 2018 7:49:02 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] “They aren’t kind words.” He looks to her evenly, the corners of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly, “In fact they’re quite the opposite. They’re cruel. Beautiful is something I’ll never be able to have for myself. Beautiful is unattainable. To be beautiful, cute, to have any guy be lucky to have you, even for just a night, its cruel. It makes people arrogant when they are desired. They throw away that which is real and concrete and has been around for ages, just because they think the fleeting whimsy of something new is better. Beautiful will warp someone into… something cruel. Fate is beautiful.”
Wow, getting philosophical there, aren’t we, Sev? However, his mind was lingering on a certain Gryffindor whom he loved very much. Lily Evans had affected him so greatly – if it was beautiful, he was never meant to have it. Therefore, all that he deserved was the ugly. Ugly had to become his new beautiful, and beautiful his new ugly. Beauty would just lead him to pain. He didn’t want to be hurt anymore. He wanted to fight back against it. He wanted to seize what would make him happy.
He pursed his lips thinking on how much it hurt when he lost Lily. He raised a hand to his chest and grabbed his shirt lightly before he quickly shook his head and lowered it. “Our fate isn’t that. Our fate is to change the world. Our fate is to seize the world and make it into that which will accept us. You’re right when you say we shouldn’t have to take it all lying down. We stand up. We don’t roll over and accept whatever is given to us, we reach for more until we are satisfied. Seize the world and force them to look at us and accept us for who we are, no matter the cost.”
He bit his lower lip when she mentioned him earning his stripes. He quickly looked away, his arm tensing up. He wanted it – he needed the mark. He had to do exactly what he said – he had to be strong and prove to the world that he was worth it. He pulled out a piece of paper and began to write on it and then quickly tucked it back into his robes. Flashing her a smile before the cold look reappeared on his face.
“Like I said, we have to stand up. Seize what is rightfully ours. I won’t let anyone take anymore from me.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 12:22:08 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She blinked. Her mind working through his words.
"I'd rather be ugly if that's what it took to find someone who would accept me for all I was."
He had a point. Her supposed beauty had gained her nothing. Sure, she had a few off flings that had gone nowhere as soon as she revealed herself for what she was. Her beauty didn't matter. Her kindness. Most were able to look past the Slytherin house sorting after they'd seen she hadn't been marked. Her? Marked? Hilarious!
She smiles softly at him, leaning her head in her hand, her body language open towards him for the moment.
"That's what I meant, or what I was trying to get at. Is that we don't deserve the fate the world is trying to assign us. But, we will have to fight for it, to... seize it as you say."
She looked up for a moment, and then down to his left arm.
"May even have to make a choice that will affect our entire lives, but, in the end, may benefit all the better."
She watched carefully as he pulled out a piece of parchment, wrote something and then tucked it away. She rose a brow in bored interest before looking away.
"I for one, wish to seize a companion, someday. Romantic interest or not. I just wish to have someone at my side which understood me, and does not judge me because I wear silver and green like a beacon."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 5, 2018 20:48:56 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] Respectable. He hadn’t realized how… interesting she was before. Of course, he was always interested in the darkness – dark magic, dark creatures. Here she was, a dark creature sitting before him, but it didn’t feel like she was any different. In a lot of ways, he was more accepting of everyone than his fellow Death Eaters seeing as he didn’t care if someone was muggleborn or anything like that. It was their personality and strength.
However, in general, he hated muggles. He never met a good one. That was why he followed the Dark Lord. He didn’t trust muggles as a general rule, and therefore their offspring even with magic he needed to be wary around. He believed in exceptions to a rule, but at the same time, the muggles needed to be shown their place. They had so many wars and death and destruction, they needed to be held back.
His eyes glanced towards her, and her open posture. For a moment he was confused – he was a master at reading things like this, but he couldn’t seem to understand why she would be open to him right now of all times. When she knew he was on a mission, which likely would end with something unsavory happening.
“Fuck fate. I’ve finally come to the conclusion of what I want in life. I want to change the world. I will force the world to acknowledge me and my power. I won’t ever love again, I don’t think. The pain of loss is too great.” He shook his head, his eyes glancing towards one of the Order members in the bar. They locked eyes with him and he looked back to his glass. He waved his hand around a bit and then quickly took her hand. “We need to go.”
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 21:34:41 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
Fuck fate, indeed.
She had to agree with him.
They were just two unsavoury characters in this dingy bar, crawling with order members and ministry people. She swore she recognized one of them, and it seemed they recognized her too, as there was a twitch of their jaw, as if to call out to her. Well, someone will be reporting her existence to her brother then. Good.
Go? Go where? Obviously walking out of here with a fire under their arses was not going to look good. An idea sparked as he grabbed her hand.
She had that key, and it would look less inconspicuous.
"Go? There's no need for that baby. Just come upstairs with me and I'll take care of you~"
Her eyes were dark and flirtatious, a smile playing on her lips. She motioned her head towards the stairs and pulled the key from her pocket.
"No one will bother us there."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 5, 2018 23:16:34 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] His heart was beating out of his chest – he had delivered the note to the order member he locked eyes with and set everything in motion. He couldn’t stomach actually killing her and so he had decided on a different course of action. Fake her death and send to the Order for protection. He’d get what he wanted, and she’d still be alive. Of course, he warned them in the note if she ever was seen or heard from, he would personally kill them and the girl. He was sure they would do what was needed. And if not, at least he would have gained a bit of foothold in the order in order to get information from them.
“Wh-“ He looked confused for a moment and then looked towards the stairs and smiled lightly. “Well, with such an offer, how could I refuse?” He knew she wasn’t actually flirting with him – or suggesting that happen. Just that they could get away from the situation to her room upstairs while masking it as a dalliance.
He licked his lips, playing the role of a guy who wanted to go elsewhere but closer was always better for their plans. He raised the hand he grabbed to his lips and gave her a nod. Finally, he made his way towards the stairs with her in tow.
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Post by Rose Romola Lupin on Dec 5, 2018 23:38:21 GMT
[googlefont=Dancing Script] Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
She made quite a show of giggling, giving the order member who she knew was watching her quite a bit of a story, if she did say so herself. Gone the way of the dark side, perhaps she had, but they didn't know everything.
She knew how to act, that was for sure, she had gotten a meal or two this way, as well. Muggles of course, so once they thought they'd had her in their grasp she'd stun them and dash away before anything more happened. Did she feel guilty? Maybe a little. Her beauty was indeed a curse. But it was a useful tool in a pinch... or if she hadn't eaten in two weeks.
She led him up the stairs, trying not to pay attention to the fluttering of her heart when she kissed his hand. No. Just stop that right now, you, traitorous organ. There will be no butterflies for you. It only ends in pain, remember?
"I may never love at all," she said, once they reached the upper floor. It was quiet up here and her brain seemed to relax because of it.
Room 394, she put the key into the lock and pushed the door open, holding it open to allow him in. "You can stay as long as you like, Severus, I don't mind."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 6, 2018 1:08:24 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat:700,700i|Open+Sans:400,400i,700] [attr="class","angelonfire"] [attr="class","aofSidebar"] [attr="class","aofBody"] Severus looked at the door number and nodded slightly and pursed his lips. He walked in and took a seat in one of the chairs in the room. He sighed and looked at the classmate of his. Or well, they were graduated now, so ex-classmates. Well, it wasn’t everyday someone like him got to sit in a room alone with a girl like her. He wanted to know more about her – about her transformation. How it felt. What causes it. How exactly it transfers – it only works on a full moon, so why not all the time? His mind was running around with ideas. But the matter at hand was something completely different, and so he would have to ask later.
Never love at all? Hm. He shrugged and gave her a slight nod. “All love brings you is pain. Pain you can’t cut out or shove away no matter how much you try.” He swallowed clenching his fists for a moment. The beautiful fire inside of his mind kept flaring up at moments like this – him seeing her the other day and her being single didn’t help keep the fire cool. He wanted to forget about her. But he couldn’t for some reason. His mind kept focusing on those feelings.
“Should be careful, they could be listening in.” He raised an eyebrow as his upper lip twitched up, “But let’s just say, I’m now going to be an official Death Eater after I report to the Dark Lord.” He looked down for a moment and then stood back up. “I appreciate your help back there. Though I hope not to stay too long. I would rather not… impose, even with your gracious offer.”
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