Severus S.

You’ll forgive if I don’t extend my sympathies? Blatant stupidity doesn’t really tug at my heart strings.

Vanity. Really… Is this how you plan to impress?— You have no social graces to speak of, or tact…mental health is questionable. At best. — Can’t carry a cauldron around with you every where you go.— Tell me Severus, what are you but a little boy desperate for affection? — What makes you truly worthy of our accolade?

"I'm so sorry, again, for your daddy's imprint on you, but I'm certain that I'm just as worthy as any to join our Dark Lord's ranks." Severus stood and straightened himself. "I'm a skilled and remarkable wizard, brilliant with potions and the dark arts. Trust me, Rosier. While you're puttering about, doing little missions here and there I will rise and be seated at the Dark Lord's right hand. Being a purist and knowing how to do a few curses doesn't make you great Rosier. Power, skills and ambition does." He huffed. "Any Slytherin would know that. Or perhaps, you should be stuck in some other house?"

James pulled out a fag and lit it quickly. He was a few minutes early, but he hoped he wouldnt be waiting long. He and Sev hadnt been alone since the kiss happened and with the note earlier.. “Stop it.” He muttered to himself. He was freaking out for nothing. He continued to smoke and he kept his eyed on high alert. Soon enough, Severus popped around the corner. James gave a small smile and pushed himself off the wall. “Er, hey sev.” He said lamely.

Severus leaned against the cool glass next to him, trying to figure out if what James what thinking or what even he was thinking. He was so handsome, so annoying handsome. Severus cocked his head, "So?"

No! not its not like that.. i just..”

James let out a frustrated sigh and furiously started writing. Small ink drops hit the paper.

Severus stared at her, completely unamused. Sometimes he wondered if Emma ever had a real thought in her head or if she was just a brainless Gryffindor after all. "You're kidding me right? Tell me you're kidding Emma. Tell me he's bashed you in the head and you're just fucking with me."

"You want to know why you don’t have friends?" she continued, voice rising to a manic tone, "Because you push people away. Because you think you’re this great special thing and everyone should either bow down to you or-or turn heel and run at the sight of you. I’m sorry about how much of a dick your father is. I really am. But you don’t have to be like him, and you don’t have to hate everyone like him. You have so much anger, Sev.” Her resolve was weakening more and more by the second. “Just stop. Please.”

She had no idea what she was saying anymore. Everything that was coming out of her mouth was complete and utter nonsense. She just wanted to fix him, to take him in her arms and hold him and tell him everything would be alright. But he wanted her to be something that she never could be, and she hated herself for it. “I love you, okay? I know it’s not in the way you want, but it has to mean something.” The tears were flowing freely by now. ”We need to stop hurting each other.”

He fell with a thump and then she was over him, speaking and saying things that so many had tried to say. It was probably right there, lying on the floor that he decided that he didn't need Emma as a lover. He didn't want her kisses or her warm breath against his cheek in the morning. He wanted her like this. Angry and screaming at him, binge drinking and eating stolen ice cream. He wanted her to hold his hand and do his homework and be there. 

"Let me go you dumb broad." He said, voice truly shaking now. He couldn't see for all the tears that ran down his cheeks. "Let me go so i can hug you." It was all true. Every single word, every single dagger she used against him. Maybe that was the intrigue. She knew him, inside and out so he wanted her. He wanted her because she so very wanted someone and he so very wanted someone. 

How does it feel to be marginally relevant?— You are quite done making a spectacle of yourself aren’t you?

"Oh no, I was thinking about pitching myself off the tower next. Us marginally relevant people must remain active."

"I'm sorry. That she's going through all of this." Severus shook his head. "She could just avoid this if she listens to her friends instead of her hormones."

Careful with those extreme emotions of yours Severus.—We wouldn’t want you to succeed this time would we?

"How funny-haha! We're becoming quite the comedian aren't we Rosier?"

"Or perhaps...", Severus looked away from the dark-haired boy. "my precious James. Or was that just a fluke?"