Updates and drabble
Apr. 15th, 2003 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gothikmausSweet Sixteen is done! YAY! I still can't believe I finished it. Unfortunately, Tangerine (my beta) is on holiday till the end of he month, so I'll have to wait for her to come back before I post it anywhere. Lucky girl, she's visiting England and is going to a Cure night in London next week. *envy*
Anyway, last night I was searching for a little thing I'd started a month or so ago, I found it, fixed a few things and here it is: my first Snape/Lupin drabble.
Title: Empty eyes
Pairing: SS/RL
Rating: PG
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He used to be beautiful. Elegant and proud, the centre of my world; he would pass by me and all the rest would vanish. James thought I was hopeless, Sirius that I'd gone mad. Peter didn't understand. Neither did I.
The way he walked, stalking the corridors with such confidence that even the older students gave way to him. The way he rode his broom, graceful and swift, robes flapping like black wings around him. And of course his voice.
He was my nightmare and my dream, and I didn't want to wake up.
But reality hit me like a slap in the face.
Back to Hogwarts, back to him after all those years. I knew he hated me, had ever since that infamous 'prank'. How Sirius could call that a prank and get away with it still escapes me. I was ready to take his hatred, smoothed down by time or not. I was ready to be on the receiving end of his notorious sarcasm, if that meant I would be able to talk to him again.
But I wasn't ready for what I saw.
Sallow skin. Greasy hair. That didn't bother me too much. Spending days - and nights - secluded in a lab couldn't do any good to his looks. His heart had always been there. 'The subtle art of potions' he used to call it. Creating draughts and concoctions had been the only things that made his eyes sparkle, not even a Quidditch victory had that effect on him. Well, maybe if it was over Gryffindor.
But now there was no sparkle in eyes, not the joy for doing something he had loved more than anything else. There was no love. There was no life. There was nothing.
And that frightened me.
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Anyway, last night I was searching for a little thing I'd started a month or so ago, I found it, fixed a few things and here it is: my first Snape/Lupin drabble.
Title: Empty eyes
Pairing: SS/RL
Rating: PG
+++++
He used to be beautiful. Elegant and proud, the centre of my world; he would pass by me and all the rest would vanish. James thought I was hopeless, Sirius that I'd gone mad. Peter didn't understand. Neither did I.
The way he walked, stalking the corridors with such confidence that even the older students gave way to him. The way he rode his broom, graceful and swift, robes flapping like black wings around him. And of course his voice.
He was my nightmare and my dream, and I didn't want to wake up.
But reality hit me like a slap in the face.
Back to Hogwarts, back to him after all those years. I knew he hated me, had ever since that infamous 'prank'. How Sirius could call that a prank and get away with it still escapes me. I was ready to take his hatred, smoothed down by time or not. I was ready to be on the receiving end of his notorious sarcasm, if that meant I would be able to talk to him again.
But I wasn't ready for what I saw.
Sallow skin. Greasy hair. That didn't bother me too much. Spending days - and nights - secluded in a lab couldn't do any good to his looks. His heart had always been there. 'The subtle art of potions' he used to call it. Creating draughts and concoctions had been the only things that made his eyes sparkle, not even a Quidditch victory had that effect on him. Well, maybe if it was over Gryffindor.
But now there was no sparkle in eyes, not the joy for doing something he had loved more than anything else. There was no love. There was no life. There was nothing.
And that frightened me.
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