Post by severus allen snape on May 15, 2012 19:06:20 GMT -5
its only me
the sound of my heart, it statled me as i drifted from the dark room. face lifted from the paper moon, reflected in the orbit bath. he manages to say before he starts to laugh, you can't always trust the darkness and the dust. but me, i'm just a man. its more than i can understand. its only me.
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The potion bubbled and some escaped over the edge of the pewter cauldron. Size two. It had been some time since Severus had gone back to the basics, and this was as basic as you could get. He was brewing a forgetfulness potion that most mastered in their first year, he’d had it mastered by the first week of school. Despite the lack of a challenge, the potion had its uses. It could run amuck through the Gryffindor boys dormitory right around Valentine’s Day, or it could drip sweetly into Grubbly Planks’ coffee on exam day, or better yet it could do wonders for Severus as he desperately tried to sleep at night. If he just drank enough…he could forget as far back as he pleased. Of course it wasn’t permanent. He’d be back to wallowing in self pity before long.
Fortunately, Severus wasn’t brewing the potion for himself. He’d managed to start up a little business for himself. An after hours, in the shadows type of business. His best customers had been coming to him since his fourth year, requesting several drafts of wit-sharpening potions, love potions, and other intoxicating brews. Up until now he had been content to trade his work for a pass through the corridors, bully-free, but the bullies dwindled now as time and energy was now devoted to studying for OWLS or NEWTS or getting all the girls that Severus never seemed to notice. So he rolled up his sleeves and hatched a plan.
He’d sell to the first and second years looking to edge their way into the Slug Club, a minor fee that consisted mostly of them collecting all his reagents and advertising. The more difficult draughts would be sold to the highest bidder, with limited supplies to ensure happy, high bartering. And he’d only take requests for the biggest prize of all, a stroked ego and positive reputation. The potions hardly took any time out of his day, for most he could set five brewing at a time. The rest of his studies came easily to him, and the ones that didn’t were set on the back burner of dungeon five. If all went as planned, he’d sail through the end of his sixth year and get out of this school alive.
He stirred the potion and slowly pulled back the heat, cracking his neck to the side as the potion calmed down before him. Sitting back against the desk, counting the twenty-five clockwise rotations almost as second nature, Severus closed his eyes. A business partner, that would be step two, he thought. She could deal with the customers, that’s what she did best, talk to people. She’d bring a little light to the dungeons – light and warmth. That’s what Lily Evans could do for him.
[/style]The potion bubbled and some escaped over the edge of the pewter cauldron. Size two. It had been some time since Severus had gone back to the basics, and this was as basic as you could get. He was brewing a forgetfulness potion that most mastered in their first year, he’d had it mastered by the first week of school. Despite the lack of a challenge, the potion had its uses. It could run amuck through the Gryffindor boys dormitory right around Valentine’s Day, or it could drip sweetly into Grubbly Planks’ coffee on exam day, or better yet it could do wonders for Severus as he desperately tried to sleep at night. If he just drank enough…he could forget as far back as he pleased. Of course it wasn’t permanent. He’d be back to wallowing in self pity before long.
Fortunately, Severus wasn’t brewing the potion for himself. He’d managed to start up a little business for himself. An after hours, in the shadows type of business. His best customers had been coming to him since his fourth year, requesting several drafts of wit-sharpening potions, love potions, and other intoxicating brews. Up until now he had been content to trade his work for a pass through the corridors, bully-free, but the bullies dwindled now as time and energy was now devoted to studying for OWLS or NEWTS or getting all the girls that Severus never seemed to notice. So he rolled up his sleeves and hatched a plan.
He’d sell to the first and second years looking to edge their way into the Slug Club, a minor fee that consisted mostly of them collecting all his reagents and advertising. The more difficult draughts would be sold to the highest bidder, with limited supplies to ensure happy, high bartering. And he’d only take requests for the biggest prize of all, a stroked ego and positive reputation. The potions hardly took any time out of his day, for most he could set five brewing at a time. The rest of his studies came easily to him, and the ones that didn’t were set on the back burner of dungeon five. If all went as planned, he’d sail through the end of his sixth year and get out of this school alive.
He stirred the potion and slowly pulled back the heat, cracking his neck to the side as the potion calmed down before him. Sitting back against the desk, counting the twenty-five clockwise rotations almost as second nature, Severus closed his eyes. A business partner, that would be step two, he thought. She could deal with the customers, that’s what she did best, talk to people. She’d bring a little light to the dungeons – light and warmth. That’s what Lily Evans could do for him.
