RPG Log
Who: Jarrod Avery, Severus Snape and eventually Evan Rosier.
What: Jarrod gives his roommate pointers on how to be a good kisser. During a demonstration he gets caught red-handed by his boyfriend.
Poor Severus is really embarrassed.
Where: Jarrod and Severus' dorm room
When: Evening
Why: Another one of Jarrod's foolish ideas. As if that boy ever thinks before acting.
Rating: Probably a strong R for language
Jarrod yawned and leaned against the pillows flipping through his Charms text book. Tired and frustrated he groaned and threw it aside, picking up his pleasure book instead. Another novel he chose to read on the dark arts.
Severus sat on the floor, back pressed to the mattress behind him with his knees drawn up, resting his book and parchment on his thighs. Glancing from the Transfigurations text to his paper, he meant his head forward as he wrote in his choppy cursive. The noises Jarrod made were very distracting- yawning loudly and rudely, then moaning and making huffing noises as though he were the only person in the entire dorm. Severus looked up, clearing his throat and raising his brows, hoping the other boy caught his drift.
Jarrod looked over, wondering what his roommate wanted. "Oh...sorry, Severus, Didn't mean to break your concentration." He lifted a hand to wave the other off-imply that there were no hard feelings, accidentally swiping his cramped palm over the wet ink and smearing his letters. "Oh, hell..."
Jarrod shook his head and grabbed his wand whispering a cleaning spell to help Severus out. "What are...or were you working on there?"
Severus sighed and shook his head, setting the paper to the side. "Just some extra credit stuff. Nothing important. I'll try to rewrite it tomorrow, I guess."
"For what course?" Jarrod closed his book.
"Transfigurations." Severus shrugged. Not that he particularly needed the extra credit, just that his studies had began to bore him. There was only so much the school could teach him before he felt he knew more than the professors. Incompetent, all of them. "What're you reading?"
"A book series on the history of the Dark Arts. It's a fascinating read. I'm almost done with volume 1. You can borrow it then if you'd like."
A rare grin broke on Severus' face at the offer, even though it lasted but a moment. "That's very generous of you."’
"Not a problem, mate. I don’t mind lending you things. I know where you live." He winked laughing at his own cheesy joke. "Are you reading any pleasure books?"
One perked brow later, Severus dismissed the joke. "Pleasure books?" It didn't take him long long to shake his head. "Not really. On occasion I'll find something of interest in the library, but not too often. This school is so dull when it comes to literature."
"The library? Urg! You've got to be kidding me. There's only crap in there. All this bullocks about defending yourself against the dark arts. Salazar forbid they actually teach us the dark arts." He tutted. "Well some of the stuff in the restricted section is worthy of our free time."
"Like I could ever find a professor to sign a slip for me?" Severus scoffed, readjusting his papers, even though they needn't have been. "I have no reason to go in the Restricted Section. A teacher would never allow it."
"Fake it." Jarrod shrugged.
No one had ever said Severus Snape was sorted to Slytherin without reason. Shrugging, he nodded. "Simple enough. All right, then. Anything in particular you suggest?"
Jarrod grinned. "Try Disecting Dark hexes volume three by Dingus Dalwood."
Finally, something PRODUCTIVE to do with his time. "Perfect."
"There's also a series of books on black magic...bloody hell I can't remember the title but they are all by Mal Menfrey. They're black books with bright red letters on the spine. You can’t miss them."
"I've heard of him," Severus agreed, nodding his head. When was the last time he'd had an intelligent conversation with ANYONE in that school? This little chat was quite refreshing.
"He's absolutely brilliant! One of my favourite authors. He knows all about the curses used by dark wizards in ancient times. The ancient Egyptian curses are by far the most fascinating, though the Hindu ones can give them a good run for their money." A dreamy gaze came across Jarrod's eyes as he thought about how brilliant Menfrey's series was. "I don’t know why this school carries it. Maybe for seventh year's who are in the highest NEWT level Defence classes." He shrugged again
His mouth hung open. Was it possible to salivate over books? Severus just HAD to read those. "Forging a permission slip first thing in the morning," he concluded.
Jarrod chuckled. "Good luck, mate. Pince can be quite thick sometimes. I'm sure she'll fall for it." He leaned back and sighed. "So other then your homework how are things going for you? Any new romantic interests?"
Severus flushed and typically, he was not one to do so. Foremost, he hated anyone to know he'd gotten under his skin enough to make him blush, and second, red was just not a good color for him. "New romantic interests, Jarrod?" New? Since when had there ever been any? "No. Can't say there is."
Jarrod laughed at the fact that he made Severus blush. "Aw, come on now you have to fancy somebody. Do you prefer male or female?"
His jaw dropped. That was hardly a polite thing to ask! But he found himself too stunned to make a point of it. "I- I- really haven't given it much thought."
Jarrod rolled his eyes. "You have gone through puberty have you not? We've discussed this before haven't we? I mean I lived with you for over 5 years now, almost 6. You can tell me, mate."
Severus frowned and made a face. "I really mean it. I've never given much thought to it. I came to school to study, not get my mack on, thanks,"
Get your mack on?" Jarrod laughed. The last thing he expected to hear out of Snape's mouth was words like that. "Give it a rest, Severus. You must get lonely sometimes...or curious at least."
"I- well..." Jarrod had a point. Both lonely and curious. But that didn't mean he knew which he preferred. Severus shrugged and picked at the lint on his robes. "I don't know."
"You don't know? Please tell me you've least already snogged someone. Anyone. Come on Sev." He couldn't believe his ears. Was Severus Snape really that prudish? Why have I not corrupted him yet?
Severus obverted his eyes. He was not about to admit that at age sixteen he'd never even kissed someone. "I don't see how that's any of your business."
"I'm you're roommate of course it's my business." Jarrod grinned. "Never been kissed...now that's news..." He found himself actually pitying the other boy.
Finally turning, he frowned at Jarrod. "Like I said, I came to school to study- I don't need any distractions."
"It's not distracting to have a little fun. It won't hurt your marks if you don't let. My own marks are exceptional even after I started dating Evan." He reached over and squeezed Sev's shoulder. "You gotta loosen up, mate. All work and now play makes Sev a dull boy"
Severus rolled his eyes. "It's all good and well for some people, I suppose, but really- I-" Well. He didn't have a good reply for that, actually.
"You what? Not good enough?" Jarrod rolled his eyes. "Sev, you're a pureblood, you're a Slytherin, you're brilliant, and I think you're pretty good looking. Don't even try and tell me nobody would kiss you."
"Really, Jarrod, I wasn't going that direction." He leaned over, picking up his book and flipping through it idly. "Just that- who says I want to kiss someone?"
Jarrod shook his head. "Why not?"
Severus shrugged. "I've just never done it before, so I probably wouldn't be very good at it- and no one seems willing." He sighed. "There. Happy?"
"Maybe I can...help you. Kiss me. I can't judge it until I experience it." This is not a good idea. A voice told him. "This is a lesson of course. Just so you know. I don't fancy you. I just want to help you as a friend." Evan would still be furious... But he never had a kiss....I can help. I can help him find someone to shag... Jarrod continued to argue with himself
Slowly, Severus looked up from the book he wasn't really paying attention to, giving Jarrod a bewildered stare. "I- I beg your pardon?"
You heard me. I'm going to teach you how to kiss properly. As a favour. So when the time comes you'll know what you're doing, and you won’t scare away your potential lover."
Without hesitation, Severus shook his head. "I don't know that that's a good idea, Jarrod."
"Why not? It's a favour I'm willing to do for you. It's not as if I have any romantic feelings for you, mate. I have a boyfriend who I'm very satisfied with thank you very much. I just want to help you and I can’t until I know what I'm working with."
"I-" He couldn't really think of an excuse. Severus tapped his fingers on his book, debating internally. Looking around the room, as though searching for anyone eavesdropping, Severus looked back at Jarrod. "Won't it be... weird?"
Jarrod shrugged. "For fuck's sake it's a kiss. I'm not offering to shag you." He rolled his eyes
"Of course not," he snapped, brows narrowed. He slammed his book shut, setting it to the side and standing up to sit on the edge of Jarrod's bed. "Fine, then."
Jarrod smiled. You know I'm irresistible "Alright, I'll come half way, and then you come half way. If you're kissing a bloke it's okay to be a little aggressive, in fact it's almost always welcome, especially if your lover is shy. If you're kissing a girl, that's a whole new ballgame. You don’t want to appear aggressive. They don't like that. Then you come most of the way, and let them close the gap between your lips. So lets give it a shot then." He leaned in close to Severus.
Severus stiffened. Come half way? Like... what did that supposed to mean? He was supposed to lean in? But what if they bumped noses or he moved too forward and they knocked heads? Feeling more than slightly uncomfortable, he tensely leaned in an inch or so. ...Was he supposed to close his eyes?
Jarrod found himself growing impatient, and closed the gap between their lips, kissing Severus deeply, but innocently, seeing how the other took to it.
Close your eyes, Idiot, you probably look like a moron. Hesitantly, Severus closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of Jarrod's lips against his own, attempting to mirror the movements, though it was only confusing him.
Jarrod kissed Sev again, judging the other man's methods. He really wasn't too shabby for a rookie. He ran his fingers through Sev's hair, kissing him passionately. Still doesn’t compare to the way Evan kisses
Evan walked down the corridor, hands in his pockets, heading for Jarrod's room. He was at a loose end for the evening, and had decided to see if Jarrod was busy with homework. Not bothering to knock, he pushed open the door, left literally speechless by the sight that greeted him. He stood there, hand still on the doorknob, mouth opening and shutting soundlessly. Eventually though, he found his voice. "What the FUCK?"
Jarrod heard someone shouting and pulled away only to find an angry boyfriend staring at them. OH SHIT! HOW MUCH DID HE SEE? "Evan. Hold on. Before you get upset...it's not as it seems." Oh god he'll never believe me. "I was giving Severus a few lessons, he can vouch for that."
When the door opened, a quick succession of several things took place. After jumping away from Jarrod (and nearly falling off the bed in the process) as though her were made of fire, he turned a sickly shade of white, then immediately a very deep shade of red. Great. Blushed twice in one evening. "I- I- uh..." But his usual way with words seemed to have left him for the time being.
"Not. As it seems." Evan ground out, shaking with fury, two red blotches high on his cheekbones the only hint of colour on his face. "That's funny, because it seems like you had your tongue down Snape's throat, Jarrod." He ignored Severus for now, knowing it probably wasn't his fault. After all, Jarrod had a reputation for sleeping around.
“Evan CALM DOWN!" He could feel a headache forming. "Look let's go somewhere we can talk, I'll explain. Just don’t hold Severus accountable. It was my idea." He sighed, wondering how and if he'll be able to get out of this sticky situation. Just my luck... He turned to his roommate. "I'm sorry, mate. You may need to find yourself a new tutor."
What: Jarrod gives his roommate pointers on how to be a good kisser. During a demonstration he gets caught red-handed by his boyfriend.
Poor Severus is really embarrassed.
Where: Jarrod and Severus' dorm room
When: Evening
Why: Another one of Jarrod's foolish ideas. As if that boy ever thinks before acting.
Rating: Probably a strong R for language
Jarrod yawned and leaned against the pillows flipping through his Charms text book. Tired and frustrated he groaned and threw it aside, picking up his pleasure book instead. Another novel he chose to read on the dark arts.
Severus sat on the floor, back pressed to the mattress behind him with his knees drawn up, resting his book and parchment on his thighs. Glancing from the Transfigurations text to his paper, he meant his head forward as he wrote in his choppy cursive. The noises Jarrod made were very distracting- yawning loudly and rudely, then moaning and making huffing noises as though he were the only person in the entire dorm. Severus looked up, clearing his throat and raising his brows, hoping the other boy caught his drift.
Jarrod looked over, wondering what his roommate wanted. "Oh...sorry, Severus, Didn't mean to break your concentration." He lifted a hand to wave the other off-imply that there were no hard feelings, accidentally swiping his cramped palm over the wet ink and smearing his letters. "Oh, hell..."
Jarrod shook his head and grabbed his wand whispering a cleaning spell to help Severus out. "What are...or were you working on there?"
Severus sighed and shook his head, setting the paper to the side. "Just some extra credit stuff. Nothing important. I'll try to rewrite it tomorrow, I guess."
"For what course?" Jarrod closed his book.
"Transfigurations." Severus shrugged. Not that he particularly needed the extra credit, just that his studies had began to bore him. There was only so much the school could teach him before he felt he knew more than the professors. Incompetent, all of them. "What're you reading?"
"A book series on the history of the Dark Arts. It's a fascinating read. I'm almost done with volume 1. You can borrow it then if you'd like."
A rare grin broke on Severus' face at the offer, even though it lasted but a moment. "That's very generous of you."’
"Not a problem, mate. I don’t mind lending you things. I know where you live." He winked laughing at his own cheesy joke. "Are you reading any pleasure books?"
One perked brow later, Severus dismissed the joke. "Pleasure books?" It didn't take him long long to shake his head. "Not really. On occasion I'll find something of interest in the library, but not too often. This school is so dull when it comes to literature."
"The library? Urg! You've got to be kidding me. There's only crap in there. All this bullocks about defending yourself against the dark arts. Salazar forbid they actually teach us the dark arts." He tutted. "Well some of the stuff in the restricted section is worthy of our free time."
"Like I could ever find a professor to sign a slip for me?" Severus scoffed, readjusting his papers, even though they needn't have been. "I have no reason to go in the Restricted Section. A teacher would never allow it."
"Fake it." Jarrod shrugged.
No one had ever said Severus Snape was sorted to Slytherin without reason. Shrugging, he nodded. "Simple enough. All right, then. Anything in particular you suggest?"
Jarrod grinned. "Try Disecting Dark hexes volume three by Dingus Dalwood."
Finally, something PRODUCTIVE to do with his time. "Perfect."
"There's also a series of books on black magic...bloody hell I can't remember the title but they are all by Mal Menfrey. They're black books with bright red letters on the spine. You can’t miss them."
"I've heard of him," Severus agreed, nodding his head. When was the last time he'd had an intelligent conversation with ANYONE in that school? This little chat was quite refreshing.
"He's absolutely brilliant! One of my favourite authors. He knows all about the curses used by dark wizards in ancient times. The ancient Egyptian curses are by far the most fascinating, though the Hindu ones can give them a good run for their money." A dreamy gaze came across Jarrod's eyes as he thought about how brilliant Menfrey's series was. "I don’t know why this school carries it. Maybe for seventh year's who are in the highest NEWT level Defence classes." He shrugged again
His mouth hung open. Was it possible to salivate over books? Severus just HAD to read those. "Forging a permission slip first thing in the morning," he concluded.
Jarrod chuckled. "Good luck, mate. Pince can be quite thick sometimes. I'm sure she'll fall for it." He leaned back and sighed. "So other then your homework how are things going for you? Any new romantic interests?"
Severus flushed and typically, he was not one to do so. Foremost, he hated anyone to know he'd gotten under his skin enough to make him blush, and second, red was just not a good color for him. "New romantic interests, Jarrod?" New? Since when had there ever been any? "No. Can't say there is."
Jarrod laughed at the fact that he made Severus blush. "Aw, come on now you have to fancy somebody. Do you prefer male or female?"
His jaw dropped. That was hardly a polite thing to ask! But he found himself too stunned to make a point of it. "I- I- really haven't given it much thought."
Jarrod rolled his eyes. "You have gone through puberty have you not? We've discussed this before haven't we? I mean I lived with you for over 5 years now, almost 6. You can tell me, mate."
Severus frowned and made a face. "I really mean it. I've never given much thought to it. I came to school to study, not get my mack on, thanks,"
Get your mack on?" Jarrod laughed. The last thing he expected to hear out of Snape's mouth was words like that. "Give it a rest, Severus. You must get lonely sometimes...or curious at least."
"I- well..." Jarrod had a point. Both lonely and curious. But that didn't mean he knew which he preferred. Severus shrugged and picked at the lint on his robes. "I don't know."
"You don't know? Please tell me you've least already snogged someone. Anyone. Come on Sev." He couldn't believe his ears. Was Severus Snape really that prudish? Why have I not corrupted him yet?
Severus obverted his eyes. He was not about to admit that at age sixteen he'd never even kissed someone. "I don't see how that's any of your business."
"I'm you're roommate of course it's my business." Jarrod grinned. "Never been kissed...now that's news..." He found himself actually pitying the other boy.
Finally turning, he frowned at Jarrod. "Like I said, I came to school to study- I don't need any distractions."
"It's not distracting to have a little fun. It won't hurt your marks if you don't let. My own marks are exceptional even after I started dating Evan." He reached over and squeezed Sev's shoulder. "You gotta loosen up, mate. All work and now play makes Sev a dull boy"
Severus rolled his eyes. "It's all good and well for some people, I suppose, but really- I-" Well. He didn't have a good reply for that, actually.
"You what? Not good enough?" Jarrod rolled his eyes. "Sev, you're a pureblood, you're a Slytherin, you're brilliant, and I think you're pretty good looking. Don't even try and tell me nobody would kiss you."
"Really, Jarrod, I wasn't going that direction." He leaned over, picking up his book and flipping through it idly. "Just that- who says I want to kiss someone?"
Jarrod shook his head. "Why not?"
Severus shrugged. "I've just never done it before, so I probably wouldn't be very good at it- and no one seems willing." He sighed. "There. Happy?"
"Maybe I can...help you. Kiss me. I can't judge it until I experience it." This is not a good idea. A voice told him. "This is a lesson of course. Just so you know. I don't fancy you. I just want to help you as a friend." Evan would still be furious... But he never had a kiss....I can help. I can help him find someone to shag... Jarrod continued to argue with himself
Slowly, Severus looked up from the book he wasn't really paying attention to, giving Jarrod a bewildered stare. "I- I beg your pardon?"
You heard me. I'm going to teach you how to kiss properly. As a favour. So when the time comes you'll know what you're doing, and you won’t scare away your potential lover."
Without hesitation, Severus shook his head. "I don't know that that's a good idea, Jarrod."
"Why not? It's a favour I'm willing to do for you. It's not as if I have any romantic feelings for you, mate. I have a boyfriend who I'm very satisfied with thank you very much. I just want to help you and I can’t until I know what I'm working with."
"I-" He couldn't really think of an excuse. Severus tapped his fingers on his book, debating internally. Looking around the room, as though searching for anyone eavesdropping, Severus looked back at Jarrod. "Won't it be... weird?"
Jarrod shrugged. "For fuck's sake it's a kiss. I'm not offering to shag you." He rolled his eyes
"Of course not," he snapped, brows narrowed. He slammed his book shut, setting it to the side and standing up to sit on the edge of Jarrod's bed. "Fine, then."
Jarrod smiled. You know I'm irresistible "Alright, I'll come half way, and then you come half way. If you're kissing a bloke it's okay to be a little aggressive, in fact it's almost always welcome, especially if your lover is shy. If you're kissing a girl, that's a whole new ballgame. You don’t want to appear aggressive. They don't like that. Then you come most of the way, and let them close the gap between your lips. So lets give it a shot then." He leaned in close to Severus.
Severus stiffened. Come half way? Like... what did that supposed to mean? He was supposed to lean in? But what if they bumped noses or he moved too forward and they knocked heads? Feeling more than slightly uncomfortable, he tensely leaned in an inch or so. ...Was he supposed to close his eyes?
Jarrod found himself growing impatient, and closed the gap between their lips, kissing Severus deeply, but innocently, seeing how the other took to it.
Close your eyes, Idiot, you probably look like a moron. Hesitantly, Severus closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of Jarrod's lips against his own, attempting to mirror the movements, though it was only confusing him.
Jarrod kissed Sev again, judging the other man's methods. He really wasn't too shabby for a rookie. He ran his fingers through Sev's hair, kissing him passionately. Still doesn’t compare to the way Evan kisses
Evan walked down the corridor, hands in his pockets, heading for Jarrod's room. He was at a loose end for the evening, and had decided to see if Jarrod was busy with homework. Not bothering to knock, he pushed open the door, left literally speechless by the sight that greeted him. He stood there, hand still on the doorknob, mouth opening and shutting soundlessly. Eventually though, he found his voice. "What the FUCK?"
Jarrod heard someone shouting and pulled away only to find an angry boyfriend staring at them. OH SHIT! HOW MUCH DID HE SEE? "Evan. Hold on. Before you get upset...it's not as it seems." Oh god he'll never believe me. "I was giving Severus a few lessons, he can vouch for that."
When the door opened, a quick succession of several things took place. After jumping away from Jarrod (and nearly falling off the bed in the process) as though her were made of fire, he turned a sickly shade of white, then immediately a very deep shade of red. Great. Blushed twice in one evening. "I- I- uh..." But his usual way with words seemed to have left him for the time being.
"Not. As it seems." Evan ground out, shaking with fury, two red blotches high on his cheekbones the only hint of colour on his face. "That's funny, because it seems like you had your tongue down Snape's throat, Jarrod." He ignored Severus for now, knowing it probably wasn't his fault. After all, Jarrod had a reputation for sleeping around.
“Evan CALM DOWN!" He could feel a headache forming. "Look let's go somewhere we can talk, I'll explain. Just don’t hold Severus accountable. It was my idea." He sighed, wondering how and if he'll be able to get out of this sticky situation. Just my luck... He turned to his roommate. "I'm sorry, mate. You may need to find yourself a new tutor."