you labeled me, i'll label you
Who: Harry Potter(preciouspotter), Severus Snape quasimudblood
Where: The lobby of the Tower Apartment building, and then up and out. Who knows what's gonna happen!
When: Friday, May 7th
What: The Chosen One and the Half Blood Prince meet once again.
Warnings!: Violence, probably some bad language from Harry, the abuse of the Latin language, LOUD NOISES AND EXPLOSIONS. Your doorknocker may be exploded. A lift or two may die. And then there will be Harry Angst. Sorry.
[Due to a cockup, we're rewriting these posts. Please bear with us.]
Severus had assumed that his disguise was infallible. It could not be removed by normal magical means and it was permanent until he decided it was to be removed. All in all, he had thought it the perfect disguise. But there was one factor he had not tested his potion against. His overconfidence in his abilities would lead to his downfall, for the light drizzle of very, very cold rain was removing the disguise, making his borrowed face melt away.
And he didn't even notice. In fact, he managed to brush away his scar, thinking that it was a leaf that had blown onto his face.
So it was a very, very and very disgruntled looking Severus Snape that stopped outside the doorway to the tower apartments, shifted the books he had borrowed from the library in his arms, and brushed his damp black hair from his face. As he did so, he caught sight of his reflection in the glass panel of the door, his eyes widening as he realized what had happened.
He threw open the door and rushed inside, brushing past someone as he did, his head bowed as he rushed toward the stairway, determined to get to his apartment as fast as he possibly could.
Where: The lobby of the Tower Apartment building, and then up and out. Who knows what's gonna happen!
When: Friday, May 7th
What: The Chosen One and the Half Blood Prince meet once again.
Warnings!: Violence, probably some bad language from Harry, the abuse of the Latin language, LOUD NOISES AND EXPLOSIONS. Your doorknocker may be exploded. A lift or two may die. And then there will be Harry Angst. Sorry.
[Due to a cockup, we're rewriting these posts. Please bear with us.]
Severus had assumed that his disguise was infallible. It could not be removed by normal magical means and it was permanent until he decided it was to be removed. All in all, he had thought it the perfect disguise. But there was one factor he had not tested his potion against. His overconfidence in his abilities would lead to his downfall, for the light drizzle of very, very cold rain was removing the disguise, making his borrowed face melt away.
And he didn't even notice. In fact, he managed to brush away his scar, thinking that it was a leaf that had blown onto his face.
So it was a very, very and very disgruntled looking Severus Snape that stopped outside the doorway to the tower apartments, shifted the books he had borrowed from the library in his arms, and brushed his damp black hair from his face. As he did so, he caught sight of his reflection in the glass panel of the door, his eyes widening as he realized what had happened.
He threw open the door and rushed inside, brushing past someone as he did, his head bowed as he rushed toward the stairway, determined to get to his apartment as fast as he possibly could.