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arcanetrivia) wrote2009-03-19 01:04 am
arcanetrivia) wrote2009-03-19 01:04 am
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nehalenia and feyandstrange, I haven't forgotten you, honest.)
OK, Mimi, take two on this. I felt pretty lame about the first attempt, especially since I had asked for a prompt for a birthday present, for f's sake. The comic-book idea was fun (and is recycled here), but the rest of it, frankly, flopped. Although I don't say that I wouldn't love to see drawings of Severus having something to do with spun sugar or recycling. ;)
This, on the other hand, kind of got away from me in terms of length, but you can't have everything. So without further ado, Five things that Severus Snape does only when he's absolutely certain that he's alone and unobserved (even by the portraits!) that he would be mortified if word got out about.
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1. Brooding.
Don't you make that "old news" face at me. You only think you've seen him brooding, apprentice. O, how little you truly know of it! What you have glimpsed was merely light pondering, or if you were fortunate in your timing and commendably sneaky in your technique ofspying observation, perhaps a spot of moody introspection.
No. We are speaking here of something that borders on its own occult phenomenon. Only when truly, silently, deathly alone will he give in to this urge which he regards as contemptible in its self-indulgence, disgusting in its pathos and weakness, and, worst of all, which plays into a stereotype without actually giving him any kickback he can bend to his advantage (unlike all the swooping and stalking and sneering).
Ah, I see in your eyes that the light has dawned – or should I say the darkness has settled? Indeed, indeed...
2. Bathing. You'd think this would be a quite common thing to hope to do unobserved, and you'd be right. But our Severus is a sensitive sort and takes extra precautions in this matter, lest anyone see his funny knees or the scars on his back, or, blackest horror of horrors, catch a whisper of his humming "London Calling" or "Boys Don't Cry" under his breath as he strokes the soapy flannel over his skin. (Very, very far under his breath. Just in case.)
3. Leisure reading. That is, leisure reading of, ah, a certain type.
No, I am not talking about adult publications (for the discerning witch or wizard). Just what do you take him for?
What I mean is – well. What would you do if you confiscated as many comic books in a year as he does?
(Also: while I tend to agree, your earlier response of "a lonely, randy sort of bastard" was not required. To be turned in to me tomorrow, one foot of parchment on the definition and uses of the term "rhetorical question".)
4. Practicing handwriting. No, this is not a Christian-schoolboy side-effect of the vicar-like getup he often wears. Nor does he fancy himself a monk in a scriptorium, although he'd admit the image has its appeal in the rare moments that his hand is not cramping from correcting seven year-levels' worth of essays.
(Sometimes he wonders whether he should set less homework, but then he comes to his senses. Everyone needs something to complain about; so, as he sees it, he's providing a valuable service. And, why, if a few of them managed to pick up some morsels of knowledge thereby, he would count himself ever so blessed.)
No, it is neither of these things. In fact, it is another facet of his "professor's face", a habit developed at a time in his youth when he had to be as hard and scary as possible if he was to keep any control at all. His handwriting, like many other things, is a natural tendency purposely amplified for maximum effect, something he practices and practices so as to keep the performance consistent, without realizing he might not need to anymore.
Severus is not very good at letting things go, you see.
5. Painting. Not with pigment and canvas; we speak here of painting with light, with magic. Lumos is far more flexible than you might expect in the hands of a lesser wizard, and you are vastly mistaken if you think Severus's spell-invention stopped with the bloody terror of Sectumsempra.
Severus, of course, is embarrassed as hell that such a frivolous and pretty pastime can give him so much joy; yet in that secret, unnamed hour that lurks somewhere between midnight and dawn, he always finds himself giving in. Always.
nehalenia and feyandstrange, I haven't forgotten you, honest.)OK, Mimi, take two on this. I felt pretty lame about the first attempt, especially since I had asked for a prompt for a birthday present, for f's sake. The comic-book idea was fun (and is recycled here), but the rest of it, frankly, flopped. Although I don't say that I wouldn't love to see drawings of Severus having something to do with spun sugar or recycling. ;)
This, on the other hand, kind of got away from me in terms of length, but you can't have everything. So without further ado, Five things that Severus Snape does only when he's absolutely certain that he's alone and unobserved (even by the portraits!) that he would be mortified if word got out about.
*******
1. Brooding.
Don't you make that "old news" face at me. You only think you've seen him brooding, apprentice. O, how little you truly know of it! What you have glimpsed was merely light pondering, or if you were fortunate in your timing and commendably sneaky in your technique of
No. We are speaking here of something that borders on its own occult phenomenon. Only when truly, silently, deathly alone will he give in to this urge which he regards as contemptible in its self-indulgence, disgusting in its pathos and weakness, and, worst of all, which plays into a stereotype without actually giving him any kickback he can bend to his advantage (unlike all the swooping and stalking and sneering).
Ah, I see in your eyes that the light has dawned – or should I say the darkness has settled? Indeed, indeed...
2. Bathing. You'd think this would be a quite common thing to hope to do unobserved, and you'd be right. But our Severus is a sensitive sort and takes extra precautions in this matter, lest anyone see his funny knees or the scars on his back, or, blackest horror of horrors, catch a whisper of his humming "London Calling" or "Boys Don't Cry" under his breath as he strokes the soapy flannel over his skin. (Very, very far under his breath. Just in case.)
3. Leisure reading. That is, leisure reading of, ah, a certain type.
No, I am not talking about adult publications (for the discerning witch or wizard). Just what do you take him for?
What I mean is – well. What would you do if you confiscated as many comic books in a year as he does?
(Also: while I tend to agree, your earlier response of "a lonely, randy sort of bastard" was not required. To be turned in to me tomorrow, one foot of parchment on the definition and uses of the term "rhetorical question".)
4. Practicing handwriting. No, this is not a Christian-schoolboy side-effect of the vicar-like getup he often wears. Nor does he fancy himself a monk in a scriptorium, although he'd admit the image has its appeal in the rare moments that his hand is not cramping from correcting seven year-levels' worth of essays.
(Sometimes he wonders whether he should set less homework, but then he comes to his senses. Everyone needs something to complain about; so, as he sees it, he's providing a valuable service. And, why, if a few of them managed to pick up some morsels of knowledge thereby, he would count himself ever so blessed.)
No, it is neither of these things. In fact, it is another facet of his "professor's face", a habit developed at a time in his youth when he had to be as hard and scary as possible if he was to keep any control at all. His handwriting, like many other things, is a natural tendency purposely amplified for maximum effect, something he practices and practices so as to keep the performance consistent, without realizing he might not need to anymore.
Severus is not very good at letting things go, you see.
5. Painting. Not with pigment and canvas; we speak here of painting with light, with magic. Lumos is far more flexible than you might expect in the hands of a lesser wizard, and you are vastly mistaken if you think Severus's spell-invention stopped with the bloody terror of Sectumsempra.
Severus, of course, is embarrassed as hell that such a frivolous and pretty pastime can give him so much joy; yet in that secret, unnamed hour that lurks somewhere between midnight and dawn, he always finds himself giving in. Always.
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