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[severus]

When I close my eyes I see you
In my dreams you will be near
Won't let you disappear
But I'm here on my own

If there was a time of the day that Severus Snape hated it would probably be morning, he had been in a very deep sleep. Dreaming about hexing the Marauders and having them spelled from Hogwarts when the noise of his dorm companions caused him to wake up. He stayed in bed for the upcoming minutes, been a Saturday he would have the morning free from any classes and subjects and he wasn’t feeling hungry enough to run down to the Great Hall. Severus awaited for their voiced to die away. He knew there would be no chances of going back to sleep now, but he wasn’t feeling in the best pf moods to talk to anyone. His eyes closed slightly taking a few breaths in, once the last sound was gone he finally slipped of his bed, picking a clean set of robes and walking out. Most of the common room was filled with chattering Slytherins, far to deep in their conversations to take notice of the passing dark haired boy.

With this silence he slipped out of the passage that led into the common room, walking out into the cold dungeons, that like the common room were filled with students going up and coming down. Severus began to walk toward the stairs his head down, trying not to catch the eye of any passer bys. He doubted that not even Lily was up at this hour and still not hungry he didn’t bother with going to the Great Hall, instead his steps took him toward the Entrance Hall and right into the oak doors that led to the grounds. In here Severus topped looking around for a group of people, when he was sure that there were no Marauders around he moved between a small gap of the doors and into the grounds of Hogwarts themselves. To his luck the grounds were mostly deserted, except for a small group o students here and there and a few Quidditch players that had just finished their practice.

Severus looked away from them directing his pace as he did so, he was sure it had been the Gryffindor team and the last thing he wanted was to face Potter in this bad mood. He wanted to course Potter and his little friends, but tired as he was, he wasn’t completely positive his aim would be the best. Risking going into the Hospital Wing only during his second month in Hogwarts was not something that he was willing to do at the moment. With the OWL’s coming up this year he needed to get all the time he needed in class, the idea of missing even just one was far to risky. He was sure of his knowledge in every subject, but he knew that letting pride get in his way would not help him. Better learn everything and be prepared for the worse they could launch at him.

Severus eyes felt on a free spot right under one of the willow trees, one that Lily and he had used many times before. Sitting down Severus rested his back against the tree, picking a few of the leaves up he began to move them up and down with his wand. His mind had began to drift off with this movement of his wand, that he took very little notice of time passing by. It wasn’t until a loud scream rang through the grounds that Severus looked uo from his work to find his surrounding filled with laughing Hogwarts students. Severus took a deep sighting, knowing that his silent time was just officially over. Could this day not end sooner?

[nova]

Novalie really didn't have much to do. She was an early bird, much like many in her dorm, but she wasn't the type to wander around aimlessly all day, daydreaming about things she could do, or things that could happen. Despite her quiet exterior, she was a doer, she made things happen when she wanted them to. She spent her days, and whatever other free time she had, doing things that were productive. Normally, they weren't entertaining or fun, but they were things that she felt needed to be done, things that needed to be gotten out of the way before she could do something she enjoyed, like reading by the fire in the plush, comfortable common room that she shared with the other Hufflepuffs.

She always managed to wake up slightly before anyone else in her dorm. Maybe she was somehow attuned to them, but she managed to escape them every day, sometimes just leaving the room as the first girl was stirring herself, urging herself to get out of bed in the sleep laden voice that Novalie had never heard coming from herself. Today was one of those days. She woke up just before six, when the house elf that tended the fire in the dormitory was just about to pop back into the kitchen. "Morning, Effy." She whispered, as she slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. She washed and dressed quickly, not one to put much store in her appearance, and shoved everything she needed and wanted for the day into her backpack, which she slung over her shoulder just as the creaking of the door seemed to stir the girl nearest to it. She caught the back of a morning greeting from the girl's lips before the door closed fully and she hurried down the stairs, out of the door, and into the Great Hall for breakfast.

She picked at a few pieces of fruit and a buttered slice of toast, but being hungry in the morning was rare for her, and although she liked being alone, being the sole student in the massive cavernous room was quite daunting, so she stood and walked out, wondering even as she was moving about where she was going to go. The answer came naturally to her, considering the weather. Outside. Sunny days in November were rare in Sweden, and it seemed the same in Britain, whatever part of it they were in. This day, Saturday, wasn't bad as it went, though. She wouldn't need her robes, she assessed, and she was glad, for that would have meant a trip back to the common room, where she'd have to push through the crowds of people that were just waking up and wandering around cluelessly, with no intention of doing anything of any worth.

She walked briskly, as if she had somewhere to be, as she crossed the lawns that sprawled from the front doors. It was the best deterrent, she had found, for people stopping you to talk, have a chat, ask a few questions. She never wanted to talk to people. Talking may have come quite easily to her, even in a foreign tongue, but it was never something she had wanted to do. Here, she just wanted to be part of the crowd, and, for the most part, she actually succeeded. Her success, she felt, was paramount, and it showed through her lack of social interaction, even with people she had known for five years. She knew their names, knew things about them that were common knowledge, but would never be best friends with them. For whatever reason, that suited her extremely well, and she wanted it to stay that way.

Her course took her to the south bank of the Lake, where people were scarce and the Giant Squid was waving its tentacles lazily above the water, as if searching for airborne food. The Squid didn't bother her, never had, and so she spread out the contents of her rucksack beneath the shade of a tree and started working. She finished her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay with the minimum of reference to her textbook (she really did abhor the subject) and was partway through her Charms essay (a subject she loved, but wasn't particularly good at, sadly) when both her silence and solitude were broken and swept away as if they'd never existed.

Above her, blocking the light from the sun by which she had been reading and writing, was the Slytherin that remained the bane of her life. He was a year above her, tall, aquiline, confident, and quite a lot more arrogant, if possible, than the other Slytherins that tormented her. He, more than the others, took irking her to new levels. He had never yet been able to invoke her temper, but he was determined to. No-one knew why, and he had no idea how he was going to manage it, but it was a goal he had set himself, and one that he wasn't going to let go of until it had been achieved. His method of disruption today was to set fire to her parchment just as quickly as she could put it out. She knew his perseverance well, and swept everything into her bag as soon as she had a chance. She had shouldered it and started walking away when the second part of his plan sprung into action. Quite literally.

From a sturdy branch a couple of feet above her head, only inches away from her face, dangled a spider swollen to corpulent and unreal sizes. Before she even knew what she'd done, she had screamed as loudly as she could, and felt as faint as she could possibly have done without doing something so undignified. She held onto her consciousness only because she didn't want him to win, and she brushed past the thing with her jaw clenched and her heart still racing. Her skin crawled at the feel of the thing, but her step didn't falter as she marched away. He wasn't finished. Even from where he stood, maybe ten metres away on the south bank, he aimed a charm at her with an easy accuracy. A storm cloud gathered over her head and opened up, releasing torrents of rain down on her, despite the shining sun in the sky. Thunder and lightning cracked over her head and it took all of her willpower not to scream out again. Even as she walked, she spoke. "Oh, bother and blast it. What was the counterspell? Why can't I remember it? I only learned it last night? Why does he always do this to me? Ohhh, I hate storms." She was working herself into a frenzy, and she was near tears, although the rain dripping down her face would have hidden it well.

She didn't dare stop, but that didn't matter. The guy, whoever he was, had gathered his friends, and they were all following her, laughing, waiting for the moment she uttered the counter jinx just so they could cast the spell again. As she was racking her brain, she wasn't watching where she was going, and, as a result, collided with a boy that wore robes that indicated he should have been with the rest of them, behind her, laughing. "Sorry." She muttered, backing up and searching through her pockets. She groaned audibly as her fingers met with thin air. "Jag kan inte tro att jag har glömt min trollstav. She pulled her hand out and looked at it desperately, as if her wand was just going to appear there. "Av alla dagarna....." She shook her head and looked over her shoulder. "Å, hatar jag denna pojke, hatar jag VERKLIGEN honom." She almost whined as she spoke, but after her tirade was over, she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and turned to the boy in question. "What the hell do you want?" She asked, angrily, her accent showing even more than normal, making her hate him yet more.


((translation: i can't believe i forgot my wand. of all the days... oh, i hate that boy, i REALLY hate that boy.))
OUTFIT: will get it up when polyvore stops being a polywhore

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[severus]

When I close my eyes I see you
In my dreams you will be near
Won't let you disappear
But I'm here on my own

Severus was doing his best to ignore the noise that was filling his surrounding, yet it was unnecessarily hard to do so. The only reasoning he could see out of his current his situation was use one of his own spells on him to cut the noise off. Yet when you knew a certain group of Gryffindors could zoom out of nowhere and ruin the reminder of his day, cutting out one of his senses would not be a bright idea from his part. Well, one thing he was sure off was that he wasn’t going to waste this day just sitting around and been worried, no when he knew Lily could show her bright smile at any time. After all, the two of them hadn’t spoken in a while now, he knew that Lily was almost as busy with the OWL’s as he was, but sometimes he feared that she wouldn’t want to speak to him again. Of course those fears always went away when she came looking for him soon after. If only he could have the strength to stand up and tell Lily how he really felt for her.

Even if she wouldn’t return those feelings back, he would be happy just knowing that she knew about them. Yet he also couldn’t risk their friendship crumbling down if she did knew, it was the real thing keeping him from confessing his heart out to her. He took a deep breath, resting his back against the willow tree, feeling some of the hardened wood against his very skin. It wasn’t the most comfortable position out there, but it still have him a fairly good view of his surroundings. Lily or not he wasn’t going to allow any Gryffindors to sneak behind him today, plus now that he was a prefect himself, he was looking forward to maybe getting a few of them in trouble. More importantly he was looking forward to getting Potter and Black in trouble, maybe making them clean a few things should be fun, he could always get a hand from Slughorn if needed. He was quite fond of Lily, and if he asked her to ask him, he was sure he would say yes. The thought of Potter and Black cleaning potions filled cauldrons made Severus smirk slightly, something that if you knew the boy very well, wasn’t much of a natural every day think.

If there was a think those two hated was working, plus he could maybe get Pettigrew and Lupin in there too, he didn’t disliked them as much as the other two. But they weren’t angels on his list neither. Many times they had stood and witnessed as they bullied him and done nothing to stop it. There was no reason why he should be forgiving to them. He knew Lily would probably not completely agree with his grudge full thoughts, on of the reasons why he didn’t went around telling her. As Severus continued to look over ways to get the Marauders a new sound filled the grounds. He looked around, not finding anything strange, until his eyes felt on what appeared to be a clown right on top of a girl. It was strange to tell her who she was from his own position, forcing him to stand to get a better look of the situation. From his new position and as she moved closer he was finally able to understand, right behind her steps came a group of Slytherins, whom he recognized quickly from been a year above his own.

He didn’t had much contact with them, but by now he knew of their history of going around bullying others, much like Potter and his friends. Of course them been on his own house meant that Severus shouldn’t risk getting on their bad side. Yet in the other hand he felt rather sorry for the girl, whom appeared to be wand less at the moment, and by the look of it, in a rather embarrassing situation. Severus took a few steps forward, unsure of what to do when the girl, not looking apparently bumped right into him. He took a few steps backward, regaining his composure and looking surprised as the girl began to speak in an unknown to him language. He was taken slightly back, but he could understand that by the look of the situation she shouldn’t be happy to see another Slytherin boy that could easily join the others in her tormenting. He now felt even worse about the situation, thinking about how upset Lily would feel about it.

She would have probably disapproved that he as a prefect, would have allowed something very like the one he went through to continue, without bothering to even try to stop it. “You all better get running away before I go and take 20 points from Slytherin, for every head in here and maybe I should also have a word with Professor Slughorn about your treatment of other students.” The other Slytherins didn’t look very happy about one of their own doing that and he was sure there would be a lot of explaining in the Common Room today, but the satisfaction of the look in their faces was now engraved in his mind. He turned toward the girl, that still had the raining cloud on top of her head. Moving his hands to his robes he took his wand out, pointing it at the cloud, he wasn’t sure what the spell was, so there was only one thing he could do. “Finite Incantatem.” At once the cloud disappeared and Severus was able to take a better look at this new person.