after all this time?

     MILO | 28 | PST    //    about & rules

hey everyone! i’m back again on my bullshit. hopefully to stay this time! i can’t promise to be here all the time as i find tumblr too difficult to maneuver now, but i do have some alternatives if you are interested! you can find me on discord @ f. scotch fizpatrick#8297 and you can find my list of other muses HERE. i’m much more readily available on discord, and i am more than happy to rp via discord or email -- i prefer these platforms to tumblr lately anyway.

i’m a full-time parent, part-time manager of a cinema, and currently looking for other work, so please be patient and understanding if i can’t get to your replies immediately, on whatever platform we happen to rp on! thanks for having me back by unpopular demand, and enjoy your stay! even if Snape is less than pleased to have anyone around.

Theo had been sitting alone in the library, ostensibly doing her Arithmancy homework but really staring blankly at the page as she tried and failed to force the numbers to make some kind of sense. She hadn’t understood yesterday’s lesson, and she couldn’t figure out the homework, which meant she would almost certainly fail the test that was scheduled for the next class. Between her frustration and her stress and her feelings of bewilderment, not to mention a little surreptitious crying, she’d quite lost track of what time it was.

When she’d rushed out, still a little red around the eyes, she’d hoped that she could make it back to the dungeons without encountering any professors or prefects. Apparently that was not to be, but Professor Snape wasn’t the worst possible person to encounter on a night like this. He was strict, yes, but he would at least hear her out, unlike some other staff members she could name.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “I was working in the library, but I got caught up in my assignment and didn’t realize how late it was. I’m heading back to the dormitories right now.”

there’s a hum of acknowledgement at her comment and apology, but he isn’t blind to the rid-rimmed eyes of the girl, nor is he a stranger to the anxiety that seemed to shroud her. Severus side-steps in front of her before she has the chance to escape, sniffing and lifting his chin. so, perhaps he wasn’t the most empathetic person alive, nor was he well suited to helping those who may need it - especially without asking for it - but he chances a second glance at her features. realizes that being a teacher was more than just teaching, and he utters a simple word before whirling around with a sigh: “ Come. ”

Severus waves his hand dismissively at his companion, effectively shutting the other up with nothing short of a stern glare and a flick of his eyes back down the corridor. it wasn’t often the professor walked the halls with anyone, and he hadn’t welcomed the company tonight either, but he had tolerated it. until something felt uneasy -- the type of uneasy he had personally found correlated with work and his job as dorm parent, as he’d heard once or twice. a roll of his eyes once his companion puttered off, and Severus turns the corner in time to come face to face with a very familiar girl. the man raises his brows, as if to say; and you thought you could get away with this because ... ?

there’s a familiar tug in his chest at the voice he can hear nearby -- he’d recognize that voice anywhere, and although she was far from speaking to him ( considering they were hardly on speaking terms to begin with ) her tone and the familiarity of it comforts Severus to a fault. it brings him contentment as much as it brings him heartache. only when he turns to hopefully catch a glimpse of fire-red hair does he realize she’s drawing nearer -- and he can’t very well duck behind anything to hide himself. so he steels himself instead, swallowing thickly and drawing upon a false air of confidence as she nears. 

                 now the wounds seemed to be KNITTING.

          “R-RIGHT. FROM SCRATCH, understood..” Normally, this would be a task they’d pass off to one of the more experienced nurses– While Fabien had quite the skill for herbology, mixing their own concoctuions always was a pressing task. Too easy to slip up, make a careless mistake, and while they were more than capable they also doubted their abilitiy.

          RUSTLING THROUGH THE CABINET, they begin to take out all the ingredients they’d need- except- “Um… It… It seems we’re short on essence of Lavender… would essence of Geranium do?” 

he watches with eyes like a hawk -- black in colour and bloodshot with concentration. don’t be vulnerable. don’t show how much pain you’re in. don’t double over like you would like to do. you’re stronger than this, Severus. c’mon.  the professor worries his bottom lip between his teeth to bite, distracting himself as best he can from the burning sensation in his stomach as he watches the other rustle through the cabinet. a heaved sigh, and Severus adjusts his position on the cot.

hey y’all, it’s sinday!

Severus Snape is a virgin. a what!?  that’s right. a virgin. but not entirely -- he’s knowledgeable, of course. he’s had many a conversation in his adolescent years. he’s had little trysts in empty corridors with girls that only saw a troubled bad boy, even if he wasn’t entirely interested in them with Lily on his mind. he’s had awkward make-out sessions after drinking his weight in fire whiskey in the dormitories, and he’s had a rough and tumble or two as well, but by the time he got involved with the DE’s and pledged his loyalty in too many people, sex was the furthest thing from his mind. it really just isn’t important to him -- and although he’s pretty well-versed in anatomy from a biological standpoint, he hasn’t actually ... engaged, if you know what i mean.

the older he gets, the less important it seems to be for him. it isn’t as though he really has time to go mingle and date -- as if he wants to date in the first place. he’s not an easy man to get along with. i do imagine though, that should he take a partner, it would probably be a pretty slow burn.

casual reminder that Snape was 21 when he started teaching at Hogwarts. you can’t look at that and say, he’ll never get anywhere in life, because the dude literally!!! finished school and then almost immediately became a professor, like?? sure, he wanted DADA. but to be potions master, DADA professor, and then headmaster in his career? like, that’s pretty cool. even if the circumstances weren’t really that cool.

regardless, everyone in the trio era has only ever seen Snape as his older, grouchy, tired-of-working-here self ( and to be fair, Snape being in his 30′s during this timeline isn’t even old. he’s still young in the grand scheme of things ), but can you imagine some of the looks on students faces, when this dude walks in, in his 21 yr old glory, and starts teaching a class that’s 11 - 3 years his junior?

Venomous Tentacula. a quirky, bite-y, temperamental plant that Severus had a use for both as an angry little pet and for his potions. and it was perfect timing that he should end his class before making a fool of himself -- he’d been distracted that day, lost in his own thoughts. the juice of the Tentacula plant had been extracted in demonstration for the class, the uses and detriments explained, all while the plant at his side oscillated and shivered like a cobra waiting to strike. perhaps it was karma that he should mistake the water-like substance for his actual water.  he knew he messed up the moment he swallowed, and after clicking his tongue, swishing what remained in his mouth and swallowing it anyway with a smack of his lips in confusion, Severus excused himself from lingering students and made way to the infirmary as quickly as the burning of his insides began.

his skin is already tinted purple by the time he does reach the infirmary -- it’s impossible to hide the purple on his skin, but easier to hide the absolute madness that was in his gut. his stomach felt as though there was a literal bonfire blazing within, the flames licking up into his chest. the only indication that he is feeling discomfort ( more than discomfort, it’s amazing he hasn’t whimpered yet in pain ), is his pinched brow and the squint of his eyes, and perhaps the arm folded over his stomach to place pressure there. he minds the shorter individual cautiously, seating himself on the very edge of a cot.   “ obviously. ”   he grumbles, breath coming to him just a tad shorter now at the pain in his stomach and chest.   “ Tentacula juice. you are going to give me an antidote to common poisons -- ”   a laboured inhale. a punched exhale. damn, it hurts.