in the cradle, cat's got your money
Who: Harry Potter and Severus Snape.
What: Coping with loss. Or something. IDK. Lily's gone, so.
When: After Harry's announcement but before Snape's post about harvesting monsters-cum-potion-ingredients.
Where: Konami VI.
Warnings: ...it's Harry bloddy Potter and Severus I-am-an-asshole Snape. Do the math.
Once more, Snape found himself stalking away in a flourish of black robes, but this time it wasn't frustration that urged him to move and find something to take his frustration out on. It was odd, that feeling of helpless, boiling, restless something crawling like tiny ants all over his bones. Lily was gone.
She was gone.
She wasn't dead, but she would be, soon enough. And she was gone. Snape found himself going through the surreal process of mourning for her all over again, except there were no Death Eaters and no trial and no Dumbledore to take his mind off its track. The planet was exactly as it had been described: unpleasant. He stalked aimlessly, wand in hand and eyes searching for a suitable target to blast away to smithereens at the smallest provocation.
Of course, in his current frame of mind - guilt and shame and anger and rage and self-loathing and grief - it wasn't long before he found himself face to face with the monsters that had been mentioned so often. Snape stared at the hideous monstrosities that crawled out of the shadows and sneered.
He was seething, and his magic coiled about him like an angry viper in response: it would take a long while before he ran out of stamina.
What: Coping with loss. Or something. IDK. Lily's gone, so.
When: After Harry's announcement but before Snape's post about harvesting monsters-cum-potion-ingredients.
Where: Konami VI.
Warnings: ...it's Harry bloddy Potter and Severus I-am-an-asshole Snape. Do the math.
Once more, Snape found himself stalking away in a flourish of black robes, but this time it wasn't frustration that urged him to move and find something to take his frustration out on. It was odd, that feeling of helpless, boiling, restless something crawling like tiny ants all over his bones. Lily was gone.
She was gone.
She wasn't dead, but she would be, soon enough. And she was gone. Snape found himself going through the surreal process of mourning for her all over again, except there were no Death Eaters and no trial and no Dumbledore to take his mind off its track. The planet was exactly as it had been described: unpleasant. He stalked aimlessly, wand in hand and eyes searching for a suitable target to blast away to smithereens at the smallest provocation.
Of course, in his current frame of mind - guilt and shame and anger and rage and self-loathing and grief - it wasn't long before he found himself face to face with the monsters that had been mentioned so often. Snape stared at the hideous monstrosities that crawled out of the shadows and sneered.
He was seething, and his magic coiled about him like an angry viper in response: it would take a long while before he ran out of stamina.