#autocratics

IT    WAS    A    NEW    SCHOOL    YEAR    FOR    HOGWARTS    SCHOOL    OF    WITCHCRAFT    AND    WIZARDRY.    yet    this    year    was    going    to    be    DIFFERENT    than    the    previous    two.    a    new    year    meant    a    new    defense    against    the    dark    arts    professor...and    hearing    severus    complain    about    not    getting    the    position    again.    he    thinks    to    himself    as    he    presses    his    chin    against    his    hand,    a    laid-back    expression.    he    could    feel    the    TENSION    in    the    teacher's    lounge    as    they    all    waited    for    the    newest    arrival,    eyes    WATCHING    carefully    as    they    find    ONYX    GAZE    at    him,    a    small    smile    forming    on    his    lips    as    he    winks    to    severus    snape.    

his    lips    against    the    coke    bottle    as    he    takes    a    few    sips,    looking    a    little    more    casual    than    the    other    professors.    a    PERK    for    being    the    MUGGLE    STUDIES    professor;    a    simple    green    shirt,    jeans    and    his    combat    boots.    hair    messier    than    ever    and    wearing    his    glasses    today.    he    makes    his    way    over    to    severus,    nudging    him    against    the    arm.    "do    you    know    anything    about    the    new    professor,    sev?    i    heard    she's    part    of    the    ministry...considering    what    is    happening    in    the    world    now."

VOLDEMORT    HAD    RETURNED    and    it    seemed    that    the    ministry    didn't    want    to    believe    it    or    HARRY    POTTER.    dominick    believed    along    with    everyone    who    was    fighting    in    this    stupid    war.    taking    another    LONG    SIP,    he    watches    the    doorway    carefully.    "she    should    be    here    any    moment,    usually    the    meeting    would    start    like    five    minutes    ago."

                                 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓, 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.

   ❝ Oh, sod off, you unmitigated bastard ! ❞   Severus SNARLS, swatting at the invading hand of his … friend ( ? ), wrenching his gaze up from the margins of his HIGHLY CUSTOMIZED copy of Advanced Potion Making to glare at the other. An AGITATED wrinkle creases the bridge of a hooked nose, a huff wracks the boy’s thin && nearly concave chest.   ❝ I’ve told you time and time again, Salem, I’ve no interest in helping you attempt to overthrow the school with your fanciful ideas of   ‘ Slytherin supremacy, ‘  or some such rot — ❞

   His eyes flick back down to the textbook, Severus dips his quill into his phial of ink in preparation to resume his FEVERISH SCRIBBLING jotting down of notes.   ❝ Now, If you continue poking me, or if you touch my hair again, I shall hex you. That is your only warning. ❞

HOW    DO    YOU    KEEP    FINDING    ME?    he    wants    to    ask    as    he    feels    salem's    thumb    against    his    cheek,    his    throat    tightening    as    he    tries    to    look    away.    everything    smells    like    salem    saberhagen,    how    close    they    were,    it    nearly    drives    dominick    insane.    does    he    know    what    he's    even    doing    to    me?    it's    a    dangerous    thought    and    it    plagues    him    as    his    back    hits    the    wall.