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(abandon fic! abandon fic!)
Some abandoned drabblish things. The first two are from the same prompt set as the one Make-Believe came from, but I'm not keen on these.
Forgetfulness
Mostly Longbottom's forgetfulness infuriates him, but when he is thoroughly exhausted, his anger is tempered to mere exasperation. Severus, having had a certain mental precision all his life, cannot imagine what the boy's consciousness must be like. Occasionally, he tries; he calls up memories of being thoroughly distracted by the swish of a certain red-head's skirt, and attempts to magnify the drop in intelligence several-fold. But just as one cannot conceive of ideas that would only originate in a greater mind, Severus has nothing from which to extrapolate the experience of apparently forgetting the day's events before they have concluded.
Wars
Wars are one of the few things Muggles and wizards truly hold in common. Oh, they also breathe and eat and fuck, but when it comes to culture, it's only in antagonism that the unified nature of humanity shines through. Wars, big or small: conflicts that tear your young love away from you, that love that never really could have been, anyway, only that isn't so clear now that half your heart is lying there dead, and you just know it's your fault, all your fault and you know that it could have and might have if only you hadn't...
Mistake
"Oh, Severus, really," Lily said, hiding a giggle behind her hand. "The half-blood Prince? Don't you have any cousins or anything? There must be some other half-blood Princes out there."
Severus shook his head. "Lily, you don't understand. My mother... the rest of her family didn't take it too well when she married my father." He looked down at the ground, a little embarrassed and not sure how to phrase his next sentence. "I get a feeling sometimes that she had to, that—that I was a mistake. And even if not in that way, as far as a lot of pure-blood families are concerned, half-bloods like me are all mistakes, and even though Lucius—"
"Sev," Lily said gently, placing her hand on his shoulder. He hesitantly brought his eyes up to meet hers. "If having you was a mistake, then it was a very lucky mistake for me."
Presents
He would accept presents from her on standard gift-giving occasions, but with ill grace. He quickly weaned her of trying to give him things at other times after the first time she gave him one of those charitable little gifts when they were 11. Once when they were 16 she tried it again, but Severus only snapped at her with unexpected anguish, "Please, don't! There are so many things I would love to give you, but I can't, so please don't do this to me."
It was a moment before he seemed to realize what he'd said and how candid he'd been, and his eyes widened in horror. Things were rather awkward for a few days after that. It wasn't until the following summer that Lily realized what a remark like that had probably meant.
Petunia didn't believe the story she made up for why she had suddenly blushed in the middle of breakfast, but didn't press the issue.
Some abandoned drabblish things. The first two are from the same prompt set as the one Make-Believe came from, but I'm not keen on these.
Forgetfulness
Mostly Longbottom's forgetfulness infuriates him, but when he is thoroughly exhausted, his anger is tempered to mere exasperation. Severus, having had a certain mental precision all his life, cannot imagine what the boy's consciousness must be like. Occasionally, he tries; he calls up memories of being thoroughly distracted by the swish of a certain red-head's skirt, and attempts to magnify the drop in intelligence several-fold. But just as one cannot conceive of ideas that would only originate in a greater mind, Severus has nothing from which to extrapolate the experience of apparently forgetting the day's events before they have concluded.
Wars
Wars are one of the few things Muggles and wizards truly hold in common. Oh, they also breathe and eat and fuck, but when it comes to culture, it's only in antagonism that the unified nature of humanity shines through. Wars, big or small: conflicts that tear your young love away from you, that love that never really could have been, anyway, only that isn't so clear now that half your heart is lying there dead, and you just know it's your fault, all your fault and you know that it could have and might have if only you hadn't...
Mistake
"Oh, Severus, really," Lily said, hiding a giggle behind her hand. "The half-blood Prince? Don't you have any cousins or anything? There must be some other half-blood Princes out there."
Severus shook his head. "Lily, you don't understand. My mother... the rest of her family didn't take it too well when she married my father." He looked down at the ground, a little embarrassed and not sure how to phrase his next sentence. "I get a feeling sometimes that she had to, that—that I was a mistake. And even if not in that way, as far as a lot of pure-blood families are concerned, half-bloods like me are all mistakes, and even though Lucius—"
"Sev," Lily said gently, placing her hand on his shoulder. He hesitantly brought his eyes up to meet hers. "If having you was a mistake, then it was a very lucky mistake for me."
Presents
He would accept presents from her on standard gift-giving occasions, but with ill grace. He quickly weaned her of trying to give him things at other times after the first time she gave him one of those charitable little gifts when they were 11. Once when they were 16 she tried it again, but Severus only snapped at her with unexpected anguish, "Please, don't! There are so many things I would love to give you, but I can't, so please don't do this to me."
It was a moment before he seemed to realize what he'd said and how candid he'd been, and his eyes widened in horror. Things were rather awkward for a few days after that. It wasn't until the following summer that Lily realized what a remark like that had probably meant.
Petunia didn't believe the story she made up for why she had suddenly blushed in the middle of breakfast, but didn't press the issue.
