Post by PROFESSOR SEVERUS SNAPE on Mar 12, 2012 16:53:14 GMT -5
DISTURBING THE SILENCE
Severus was the master of silence. Silence was his friend; the emptiness wrapped itself around his very being, cloaking his troubled mind in a soothing nothingness. Steam erupted from a cauldron, his face so close to the hot air that the scent of boiled wormwood sunk into his pores. The steam entwined itself in his long dank hair as he leant over the potion. Although he was no longer the Potions master here at Hogwarts, he couldn’t resist the power of potions making. It was satisfying. The soothing sounds of a potion bubbling and brewing over a hot flame cleared his trouble mind for a few short moments.
The weight of the mission rested heavily on his shoulders, his usual few short hours sleep had shortened dramatically since term had started. His patience had diminished and a few students had already witnessed the wrath of his temper, during the lunch period. He had retreated as soon as the moment called for it, back to the confinements of his office where he hoped to remain undisturbed. He no longer held the desire to teach, even after all this time when he finally held the post he’d desired he knew it wouldn’t last long. The face of the wizarding world was tipping into an abyss, and his future was bleak. He only lived for one purpose, and soon he would know if his life’s purpose was to be fulfilled. He was being propelled forward, he couldn’t stop it, and sometime soon he would have to end the life of his only friend.
Every time he closed his eyes, he would see her. Her smile, her hair, those eyes…and every time she appeared he would make another potion. He often tried to force her from his mind and his thoughts. He could not bear the guilt that engulfed him whenever he thought of her. If only she was still alive. If she were alive he would not now be face with the impossible. How could he allow a fellow wizard, a great wizard face his death? No matter how much time he had left, Severus could not aid the wizard who intended to kill him. Yet, he had no choice.
Severus retreated behind his desk; this office felt more like home than anywhere else. Even Spinners end where he was born, grew up and now resided in during the holidays didn’t feel much like home. The house was filled with reminders of his parents, paintings, furniture and ‘home comforts’ were all leftovers from his mother. The only hint that Severus lived there was the increasing amounts of bookshelves that lined most of the rooms. Severus’s office had no paintings; nothing unnecessary lived down here. Only useful items surrounded him, the shelves lined with potion ingredients, stacks of books, papers and quills were all that he needed to keep his mind occupied.
The weight of the mission rested heavily on his shoulders, his usual few short hours sleep had shortened dramatically since term had started. His patience had diminished and a few students had already witnessed the wrath of his temper, during the lunch period. He had retreated as soon as the moment called for it, back to the confinements of his office where he hoped to remain undisturbed. He no longer held the desire to teach, even after all this time when he finally held the post he’d desired he knew it wouldn’t last long. The face of the wizarding world was tipping into an abyss, and his future was bleak. He only lived for one purpose, and soon he would know if his life’s purpose was to be fulfilled. He was being propelled forward, he couldn’t stop it, and sometime soon he would have to end the life of his only friend.
Every time he closed his eyes, he would see her. Her smile, her hair, those eyes…and every time she appeared he would make another potion. He often tried to force her from his mind and his thoughts. He could not bear the guilt that engulfed him whenever he thought of her. If only she was still alive. If she were alive he would not now be face with the impossible. How could he allow a fellow wizard, a great wizard face his death? No matter how much time he had left, Severus could not aid the wizard who intended to kill him. Yet, he had no choice.
Severus retreated behind his desk; this office felt more like home than anywhere else. Even Spinners end where he was born, grew up and now resided in during the holidays didn’t feel much like home. The house was filled with reminders of his parents, paintings, furniture and ‘home comforts’ were all leftovers from his mother. The only hint that Severus lived there was the increasing amounts of bookshelves that lined most of the rooms. Severus’s office had no paintings; nothing unnecessary lived down here. Only useful items surrounded him, the shelves lined with potion ingredients, stacks of books, papers and quills were all that he needed to keep his mind occupied.
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WORD COUNT: 478,
OTHER: n/a,
CREDITS: This template was designed by Slayer, Song Lyrics 'Pictures of Lily' by The Who.
