Post by severus on May 19, 2012 3:44:44 GMT
Severus was displeased. While he loved being in the dungeons, he was starting to think some force was making him stay there for all eternity- why had so many occurrences brought him to the dark, dank rooms most students were all too happy to avoid? With tutoring, to working on his own spells, to having to co-work on potions with other students, Severus was starting to think he was going to be charged rent soon. The professors probably thought he needed some kind of intervention- that he spent far too much time down there, when he could be spending it with other people. But it wasn’t his fault! The fates simply conspired against. What a shamefully poor day it was when he didn’t want to be in the dungeons. Finally, though, it had happened. He was fed up with the place.
The world would soon be ending.
It didn’t help much that he was there to work on a potion with someone he didn’t really know. She was just someone he had been paired up with- an unfortunate product of fate. She would probably hate having to work with him, mostly because he knew very well he was a pain in the ass when it came to potions. Things had to be done his way, which he knew was the only way they could be done correctly. Most people…. Didn’t agree with that kind of not-being-able-to-do-anything. Then again, most people weren’t that important to him for him to care.
He sat on one of the tables in the dungeon classroom, waiting rather impatiently for his partner to show. Honestly, he hadn’t really been paying attention when he was told who he would be working with- all he knew was that he wasn’t that pleased with yet another partner kind of assignment.
Working with other people was just not his forte.
Since he seemed to have gotten there fairly early, strange thing for someone who didn’t want to work with someone else to do, Severus reclined against the table, kicking up his legs and lying down the length of the work station. It wasn’t like he was in any kind of position to want to impress whomever he was working with, so let them see him relaxing. It had been another long day, and he was just looking forward to all obligations being finished.
Some Gryffindor punks had decided it would be hilarious to take one of his books and toss it in the lake. Something he would have been fine with if they hadn’t jinxed it to sink right to the bottom. It had taken a while for him to manage to pull it back out again with the right spell. There was no way he’d have dived in after it. Considering he had an unshakeable fear of deep water, he probably would have drowned. Honestly, no book was worth that, even if it had the secret of immortality in it. Then again, if he were immortal, he wouldn’t have to worry about drowning… regardless, the book they’d tossed in had not contained such secrets, and was thus not worth the attempt on his own life. After he had managed to pull it up, it had taken even longer to try and dry it off. Getting the pages to read correctly again was not easy, though he had pulled it off like a boss.
Oh magic, you were so simple sometimes.
Still, the whole thing had put him in an even fouler mood than being in the dungeons again. Hell, perhaps that incident had been the reason he was suddenly so against working on potions. He was just too bitter. And, unfortunately for his partner, he was no good at compartmentalizing. His anger towards one thing was going to flood into everything else.
Including innocent school projects.
The world would soon be ending.
It didn’t help much that he was there to work on a potion with someone he didn’t really know. She was just someone he had been paired up with- an unfortunate product of fate. She would probably hate having to work with him, mostly because he knew very well he was a pain in the ass when it came to potions. Things had to be done his way, which he knew was the only way they could be done correctly. Most people…. Didn’t agree with that kind of not-being-able-to-do-anything. Then again, most people weren’t that important to him for him to care.
He sat on one of the tables in the dungeon classroom, waiting rather impatiently for his partner to show. Honestly, he hadn’t really been paying attention when he was told who he would be working with- all he knew was that he wasn’t that pleased with yet another partner kind of assignment.
Working with other people was just not his forte.
Since he seemed to have gotten there fairly early, strange thing for someone who didn’t want to work with someone else to do, Severus reclined against the table, kicking up his legs and lying down the length of the work station. It wasn’t like he was in any kind of position to want to impress whomever he was working with, so let them see him relaxing. It had been another long day, and he was just looking forward to all obligations being finished.
Some Gryffindor punks had decided it would be hilarious to take one of his books and toss it in the lake. Something he would have been fine with if they hadn’t jinxed it to sink right to the bottom. It had taken a while for him to manage to pull it back out again with the right spell. There was no way he’d have dived in after it. Considering he had an unshakeable fear of deep water, he probably would have drowned. Honestly, no book was worth that, even if it had the secret of immortality in it. Then again, if he were immortal, he wouldn’t have to worry about drowning… regardless, the book they’d tossed in had not contained such secrets, and was thus not worth the attempt on his own life. After he had managed to pull it up, it had taken even longer to try and dry it off. Getting the pages to read correctly again was not easy, though he had pulled it off like a boss.
Oh magic, you were so simple sometimes.
Still, the whole thing had put him in an even fouler mood than being in the dungeons again. Hell, perhaps that incident had been the reason he was suddenly so against working on potions. He was just too bitter. And, unfortunately for his partner, he was no good at compartmentalizing. His anger towards one thing was going to flood into everything else.
Including innocent school projects.