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Just to prove to anyone reading that I am trying to write (really, really!)
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Warning: The following is a very rough first draft, completely unbetaed and therefore subject to radical change.
Severus got up early the next morning. He dressed quickly before leaving his dorm and making his way towards the breakfast hall. Malfoy was already there at that early hour, and greeted him with a dangerous looking grin. For a while it was just the two of them, and Severus did his best to make idle conversation about classes and the like.
After some minutes, the two were joined by Lucius' fourth year mates. They sat down around him, looking at him with curiosity - some, with outright antipathy. Severus fell silent under their gazes decided to do his best to appear oblivious to their attention, concentrating instead on his breakfast.
Eventually Evan and Roland entered into the great hall. Severus felt a wave of relief pass through him at the sight of the two boys. At least with them at the table some of the attention would be taken off of him. He beckoned them over. Evan saw him first and alerted Roland. The pair began to advance towards Severus.
They stopped.
Severus turned around to find rather menacing expressions appearing on the faces of the fourth years surrounding Lucius. He turned back only to find Evan directing Roland towards the first year portion of the table.
Severus turned an angry look Lucius. "You said they were invited."
Lucius smirked. "It looks like they decided to decline the invitation." He patted Severus on the shoulder. "Some other time, aye?"
Severus turned back to his food, seizing his fork in a tight fist. He was hurt and angry, and as it was rare of him to feel either emotion it was even rarer to be experiencing both at the same time. His knuckles whitened in their hold as he thought of the hundred things he could do to Lucius without even using his wand.
But the quiet, unemotional side of him pointed out that he hadn't really wanted to be friends with Evan or Roland in the first place - no more than he'd wanted to be friends with Lucius. He now felt more out of his depth than he had ever felt around those two fellow first years, but he supposed this discomfort was a fairly even trade for moving up on the social scale.
Besides - if he actually tried to do something to Lucius it was quite likely he would end up at the disadvantage. He'd heard rumors in the hallways that Lucius had some extracurricular training of his own in the area of the dark arts. And it was quite likely if he tried something he'd end up expelled. After all the strings his mother had pulled to get him into Hogwarts, he'd hate to repay her by getting kicked out.
He loosened his death grip on his fork. He looked up at the faces surrounding him. He turned to meet one particularly hostile gaze. *So you think I don't belong here?* He returned the angry glare with a glare of his own. *You're probably right*
The older boy was the first to turn away. Severus smiled slightly. He had yet to meet a person who could hold his gaze for long. There was something about his eyes. Something dark and inhuman. Something very Severus.
*Yes, I probably don't belong here. But I'd like to see you try and make me leave.*
Severus decided he could grow to like breakfast.
Severus decided to leave the hall ten or so minutes before the end of the meal. He excused himself and made his way towards the main entrance. He almost had his hand at the door handle when Sirius burst into the room.
Sirius.
Who was staring at Severus like he didn't know what to think.
Severus decided to speak. "I'm sorry for...for all what happened yesterday."
Pause.
"Are you going to hate me for a very long time?"
Sirius' face clouded over for a moment with inscrutable thought. A whirlwind of thought surrounded the boy, striking Severus as an almost visible ripple. Eventually it smoothed over with something akin to menace. "I don't think you're a very good person Snape," Sirius said. "Maybe I figured you were at first, but I don't anymore. I think you're going to have to prove me wrong."
"I've lost the benefit of the doubt, then?"
Sirius said nothing, and instead turned and walked towards the Gryffindor table, not bothering with a backwards glance. Severus stood stock still in the middle of the doorway and stared at Sirius' retreating form. He didn't know how he should respond to that. He briefly considered running up to Evan and asking him what to say. Then he remembered all the reasons why that was a bad idea.
The bell rang suddenly, and students began to clear out. Lucius came up to Severus and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Don't think you have to prove anything to him. He was sorted into Gryffindor. He's a disgrace to his whole family."
Lucius gave Severus a slight nudge foreward before heading off to his classes. Severus started to walk, more confused now than ever. That hat thing of Dumbledore's had made Gryffindor sound like a decent enough place to be sorted into.
Severus sighed. Maybe Lucius was right. Gryffindor couldn't be that great. He knew of at least one person there who was unreasonably judgemental.
That idiot couldn't even make it to breakfast on time.
Ugh. I know. That's completely pathetic. I need to write more.
But on the bright side -- look how pretty my new Tori Amos icon is!
Just to prove to anyone reading that I am trying to write (really, really!)
Read Previous
Warning: The following is a very rough first draft, completely unbetaed and therefore subject to radical change.
Severus got up early the next morning. He dressed quickly before leaving his dorm and making his way towards the breakfast hall. Malfoy was already there at that early hour, and greeted him with a dangerous looking grin. For a while it was just the two of them, and Severus did his best to make idle conversation about classes and the like.
After some minutes, the two were joined by Lucius' fourth year mates. They sat down around him, looking at him with curiosity - some, with outright antipathy. Severus fell silent under their gazes decided to do his best to appear oblivious to their attention, concentrating instead on his breakfast.
Eventually Evan and Roland entered into the great hall. Severus felt a wave of relief pass through him at the sight of the two boys. At least with them at the table some of the attention would be taken off of him. He beckoned them over. Evan saw him first and alerted Roland. The pair began to advance towards Severus.
They stopped.
Severus turned around to find rather menacing expressions appearing on the faces of the fourth years surrounding Lucius. He turned back only to find Evan directing Roland towards the first year portion of the table.
Severus turned an angry look Lucius. "You said they were invited."
Lucius smirked. "It looks like they decided to decline the invitation." He patted Severus on the shoulder. "Some other time, aye?"
Severus turned back to his food, seizing his fork in a tight fist. He was hurt and angry, and as it was rare of him to feel either emotion it was even rarer to be experiencing both at the same time. His knuckles whitened in their hold as he thought of the hundred things he could do to Lucius without even using his wand.
But the quiet, unemotional side of him pointed out that he hadn't really wanted to be friends with Evan or Roland in the first place - no more than he'd wanted to be friends with Lucius. He now felt more out of his depth than he had ever felt around those two fellow first years, but he supposed this discomfort was a fairly even trade for moving up on the social scale.
Besides - if he actually tried to do something to Lucius it was quite likely he would end up at the disadvantage. He'd heard rumors in the hallways that Lucius had some extracurricular training of his own in the area of the dark arts. And it was quite likely if he tried something he'd end up expelled. After all the strings his mother had pulled to get him into Hogwarts, he'd hate to repay her by getting kicked out.
He loosened his death grip on his fork. He looked up at the faces surrounding him. He turned to meet one particularly hostile gaze. *So you think I don't belong here?* He returned the angry glare with a glare of his own. *You're probably right*
The older boy was the first to turn away. Severus smiled slightly. He had yet to meet a person who could hold his gaze for long. There was something about his eyes. Something dark and inhuman. Something very Severus.
*Yes, I probably don't belong here. But I'd like to see you try and make me leave.*
Severus decided he could grow to like breakfast.
Severus decided to leave the hall ten or so minutes before the end of the meal. He excused himself and made his way towards the main entrance. He almost had his hand at the door handle when Sirius burst into the room.
Sirius.
Who was staring at Severus like he didn't know what to think.
Severus decided to speak. "I'm sorry for...for all what happened yesterday."
Pause.
"Are you going to hate me for a very long time?"
Sirius' face clouded over for a moment with inscrutable thought. A whirlwind of thought surrounded the boy, striking Severus as an almost visible ripple. Eventually it smoothed over with something akin to menace. "I don't think you're a very good person Snape," Sirius said. "Maybe I figured you were at first, but I don't anymore. I think you're going to have to prove me wrong."
"I've lost the benefit of the doubt, then?"
Sirius said nothing, and instead turned and walked towards the Gryffindor table, not bothering with a backwards glance. Severus stood stock still in the middle of the doorway and stared at Sirius' retreating form. He didn't know how he should respond to that. He briefly considered running up to Evan and asking him what to say. Then he remembered all the reasons why that was a bad idea.
The bell rang suddenly, and students began to clear out. Lucius came up to Severus and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Don't think you have to prove anything to him. He was sorted into Gryffindor. He's a disgrace to his whole family."
Lucius gave Severus a slight nudge foreward before heading off to his classes. Severus started to walk, more confused now than ever. That hat thing of Dumbledore's had made Gryffindor sound like a decent enough place to be sorted into.
Severus sighed. Maybe Lucius was right. Gryffindor couldn't be that great. He knew of at least one person there who was unreasonably judgemental.
That idiot couldn't even make it to breakfast on time.
Ugh. I know. That's completely pathetic. I need to write more.
But on the bright side -- look how pretty my new Tori Amos icon is!