"I can't believe this," she seethes, narrowing her eyes and clenching her fists and generally acting like a totally mature adult who has just faced an incredibly offputting setback (and not a sulky teenager who has just received a tiny bit of bad news, not at all), "of course she's in Gryffindor, of course she is! And of course I get you, of course!"
Severus Snape only stares at her, stubbornly. He's always been a weedy boy - a slimy one. He's all dark hair and nightmarishly pale skin and sulky eyes that have always made her want to dole out a few slaps.
She doesn't know what Lily sees in him, honestly.
(She knows, deep down in her heart, that he doesn't know what Lily sees in her either.)
"This isn't a game you know," she sniffs, resolute in the face of his silence - even that seeming a bit whiny, a bit shabby in the way that Severus always manages to project, "Slytherin is a serious house, for serious people. You aren't a big fish in an ever so little pond anymore. They aren't going to tolerate slacking, or whining, or-"
A sense of entitlement as big as the manor houses that most of her ever so precious housemates have toddled in from.
...She blinks. Severus, being an obnoxiously smart boy, senses her hesitation - arches one ever so greasy eyebrow and seems to wait for her apparently inevitable fall.
(Or anybody who isn't enviably pure-blooded, to tell truth.)
"Anyway," she says savagely, and narrowly avoids the urge to charm his eyebrow back down - the brief amusement (not even approval) of her housemates is in no way worth the lecture she'll receive from Professor Slughorn on bullying the ickle first years, "you can't coast here, you can't slip. You think you're in some utopia where your talents will finally be praised and greeted with adulation, huh? Well, you're wrong. Everybody is going to judge you, everybody is going to mock you, everybody is going to be much worse than me. Are you ready for that?"
Severus, being Severus, just continues to stare at her - with his slimy skin, and greasy hair, and bottomless black eyes that'd creep her out if-
"Were you?" He asks simply. His voice still gratingly nasal, but his tone so matter of fact that it strikes her right between the ribs - as hard as a sudden curse from the shadows of her dorm.
(...If she hadn't survived two years in Slytherin house already.)
"That doesn't matter," she says, begrudgingly, and - with barely a thought - reaches out to snatch two portions of Toad in the Hole the moment it appears on the table, grabs one for herself and leaves the other before the still blinking Severus, "eat up, and don't talk to me anymore. I’ll try to teach you some curses tomorrow - you know, just so you're not a total embarrassment."
He stares at her for a second, blinking his wide eyes confusedly.
She... Takes a bite of her Toad in the Hole, stares across the room to Lily at the Gryffindor table and sighs through her nose.
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FILL: Leaves Among Stones, Harry Potter [G]
Date: 2014-09-02 09:10 am (UTC)Severus Snape only stares at her, stubbornly. He's always been a weedy boy - a slimy one. He's all dark hair and nightmarishly pale skin and sulky eyes that have always made her want to dole out a few slaps.
She doesn't know what Lily sees in him, honestly.
(She knows, deep down in her heart, that he doesn't know what Lily sees in her either.)
"This isn't a game you know," she sniffs, resolute in the face of his silence - even that seeming a bit whiny, a bit shabby in the way that Severus always manages to project, "Slytherin is a serious house, for serious people. You aren't a big fish in an ever so little pond anymore. They aren't going to tolerate slacking, or whining, or-"
A sense of entitlement as big as the manor houses that most of her ever so precious housemates have toddled in from.
...She blinks. Severus, being an obnoxiously smart boy, senses her hesitation - arches one ever so greasy eyebrow and seems to wait for her apparently inevitable fall.
(Or anybody who isn't enviably pure-blooded, to tell truth.)
"Anyway," she says savagely, and narrowly avoids the urge to charm his eyebrow back down - the brief amusement (not even approval) of her housemates is in no way worth the lecture she'll receive from Professor Slughorn on bullying the ickle first years, "you can't coast here, you can't slip. You think you're in some utopia where your talents will finally be praised and greeted with adulation, huh? Well, you're wrong. Everybody is going to judge you, everybody is going to mock you, everybody is going to be much worse than me. Are you ready for that?"
Severus, being Severus, just continues to stare at her - with his slimy skin, and greasy hair, and bottomless black eyes that'd creep her out if-
"Were you?" He asks simply. His voice still gratingly nasal, but his tone so matter of fact that it strikes her right between the ribs - as hard as a sudden curse from the shadows of her dorm.
(...If she hadn't survived two years in Slytherin house already.)
"That doesn't matter," she says, begrudgingly, and - with barely a thought - reaches out to snatch two portions of Toad in the Hole the moment it appears on the table, grabs one for herself and leaves the other before the still blinking Severus, "eat up, and don't talk to me anymore. I’ll try to teach you some curses tomorrow - you know, just so you're not a total embarrassment."
He stares at her for a second, blinking his wide eyes confusedly.
She... Takes a bite of her Toad in the Hole, stares across the room to Lily at the Gryffindor table and sighs through her nose.