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[Who:] Severus Snape, Open
[What:] Long-awaited Lilyfaces fallout that I've been avoiding
[When:] Tuesday of week 8
[Where:] Snape's self-allocated potions lab in the Stadium
[Warnings:] TBA
After his final communication on the network, Severus stood in the middle of the room, staring around at the progress he'd made with Muggle refuse and scrounged items from the Hospital. A good deal of effort put into something so pointless in the grand scheme of a war, really. Blood replenishing potions. Feeding a vampire instead of setting her on the other side. It was the futility upon which he was focusing now, the sheer frustration of having spent his time on this when he should have been trying to get to Lily.
And now she was gone. Probably back to whatever lay beyond death, because people didn't suddenly come back to life. The Dark Lord, too, was gone. Severus was adrift and rudderless, without Lily and with no one to blame for it save the Hood. No Dumbledore to run to for help.
He stared around, his hands clenching and unclenching, trying to sort out one emotion from the chaos. Something to focus on. All he could hear, however, was Lily, telling him he'd chosen his way - and only admitting him the opportunity to change if he killed Voldemort for her. Again and again. Destroy his own soul for her friendship. A voice hissed to him that it had been for her son, all for her son. Tear his soul to shreds for Harry.
And she had left him here.
How could she leave me?
What came wasn't grief, but rage. With an infuriated cry, he drew his wand and began to blast apart everything within range. She left me behind. She asked me to murder for her and left me behind. Vials, bottles, and makeshift instruments shattered or exploded until the floor was littered with the debris.
[What:] Long-awaited Lilyfaces fallout that I've been avoiding
[When:] Tuesday of week 8
[Where:] Snape's self-allocated potions lab in the Stadium
[Warnings:] TBA
After his final communication on the network, Severus stood in the middle of the room, staring around at the progress he'd made with Muggle refuse and scrounged items from the Hospital. A good deal of effort put into something so pointless in the grand scheme of a war, really. Blood replenishing potions. Feeding a vampire instead of setting her on the other side. It was the futility upon which he was focusing now, the sheer frustration of having spent his time on this when he should have been trying to get to Lily.
And now she was gone. Probably back to whatever lay beyond death, because people didn't suddenly come back to life. The Dark Lord, too, was gone. Severus was adrift and rudderless, without Lily and with no one to blame for it save the Hood. No Dumbledore to run to for help.
He stared around, his hands clenching and unclenching, trying to sort out one emotion from the chaos. Something to focus on. All he could hear, however, was Lily, telling him he'd chosen his way - and only admitting him the opportunity to change if he killed Voldemort for her. Again and again. Destroy his own soul for her friendship. A voice hissed to him that it had been for her son, all for her son. Tear his soul to shreds for Harry.
And she had left him here.
How could she leave me?
What came wasn't grief, but rage. With an infuriated cry, he drew his wand and began to blast apart everything within range. She left me behind. She asked me to murder for her and left me behind. Vials, bottles, and makeshift instruments shattered or exploded until the floor was littered with the debris.