Post by severus on Apr 13, 2012 1:23:07 GMT
Severus Tobias Snape
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full name: Severus Tobias Snape
age: Sixteen
year: Sixth
birthday: Jan 9th, 1960
blood line: Halfblood
occupation: Student
former / house: Slytherin
alias: Tina
gender: Female
rp sample: Severus was livid.
It was just one of those days where you either wanted to hide away and wait for it to end, or kill everyone who got in your path. Because the young potions prodigy was not quite insane enough yet to pull off the latter, he stuck with the hiding away idea.
It seemed that recently he couldn’t turn a corner without something horrible happening to him. He was starting to wonder if the entire school had gathered at some point for the single purpose of deciding in what ways each person could make his life a living hell. If he wasn’t being tormented by the Marauders, he was being chased by another band of angry Gryffindors, or he was getting into a massive fight with the only person he’s ever given a damn about. Not to mention he had nearly killed himself falling backwards down the stairs leading to the owlery. Though in truth he felt that incident justified. Saving someone’s life, or perhaps just their non-bruised flesh, was a slightly redeeming factor to an otherwise horrible day. But it wasn’t enough. Not considering he didn’t really like helping people to begin with.
He felt like a jerk who deserved what he got and a helpless victim at the same time. How was that even possible?
Continuing along his path Severus descending a staircase, his heavy footsteps starting to echo as he got deeper into the castle. He wasn’t even sure where he was going at the moment, letting anger and despair drive him to whatever location. Hopefully something secluded, where he could yell and scream and kick things around without anyone coming in to bother him.
Or where he could, you know, cry.
Long, thin fingers trailed along the cold stone wall as sluggishly ventured into the dungeons, his pace slowing as his thoughts grew more depressing. Mostly they centered around the young woman he had upset so horribly. Whatever he had been thinking when he had gone off on her, clearly it had nothing to do with getting her to forgive him. A total git. That’s what he had been to her. He stood there and chewed her out, watching her get further on the verge of crying without care. All he did was go on about how much she was twisting things around, taking absolutely no thought towards her feelings. How could he have done that?
He was supposed to care about her. One doesn’t treat a person they care about that way, no matter how pissed off they are.
An apology would be needed. Again.
If there was one thing Severus sucked at more than anything else, it was apologizing for being a jerk. After all, he lived to be a jerk. Why should he say sorry for the way he was brought up? For how he chooses to live his life? Sometimes, though, even he knew he could go too far. He was one of those people who really needed to learn to end their rants a sentence or two earlier, to prevent himself from saying something he would later regret. Apparently he still needed more practice with apologizing- he'd done it a million times already and she still wouldn't so much as look at him. He knew he was bad at it, but was he really THAT dismal?
Progressing into one of the dungeons, Severus let his eyes lift from there seemingly locked position on his feet, peering around as though he was only just finding out where he had gone. The dungeons seemed oddly fitting a place for him to spend some time. He felt like a criminal. Frustration mounted inside his stomach, churning around and producing a very sickening sensation. He couldn’t keep still, pacing back and worth across the width of the room as he deliberated on what his next course of action would be. Would things never change? Was it really time to just... start avoiding her? That's what he had been doing of late, but it seemed only effective in making his heartache worse.
Punching the wall suddenly, Severus let out an aggravated yell, much too flustered to do another other than try to beat the crap out of the stone. A part of him longed for someone to complain to, but he didn’t have a lot of friends to go running for a shoulder to cry on.
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