Journal Entry: 18 August 2001
18 August 2001
So -- he is to be named Headmaster.
Severus Snape. Headmaster.
I am sure that somewhere, Albus is rolling in his grave with this news. Of course, given the circumstances, perhaps the old coot is rejoicing in the news. I wouldn't put it past him. It would be like Albus to be watching over all of us, sipping Mai Tai's and watching us make a mess of things.
But still -- Severus.
I don't know why the thought is as disconcerting as it is. Perhaps it's because my thoughts regarding the man are as jumbled as they are. The past few times, I have not left his presence without his hands on me and I swear my skin still burns wherever he touched me. And the worst part of it all... is that I don't want to leave his embrace. It is folly, it is... any number of things. I must be insane to even want the man and yet I find that I do.
But still -- Severus.
Perhaps it's the simple fact that he is the headmaster, announced only a few days following our conversation. Did he know Voldemort was going to raise him up to that position when I was speaking of how much I missed teaching. Really, now, there's no hope of me ever getting a respectable job. Not that there ever is much hope for a werewolf of course.
But still -- Severus.