#mister murph

[hey-hermy]

i love him so much

#hello everyone #meet Murphy #mister murph #murphlord #murphdog #etc. #i caught him mid sneeze in that second one lo l

[kyran-sawhill]

I can’t wait for The Sandman to adapt “A Game of You” so I can finally start referring to Dream as “Murphy” with more than just my one friend who got me into the comic.

#We also just use ‘Murphy’ and ‘Murph’ interchangeably with ‘dream’ #Like ‘I Murphed’ instead of ‘I dreamed’ or ‘the Murphing’ instead of ‘the Dreaming’ #We also use ‘Dee’ in place of ‘neat’ because there’s a panel where John Dee looks at the bedlam he’s caused and simply remarks ‘Neat’ #The Sandman #Sandman #Vertigo #A Game of You #Morpheus #Lord Morpheus #Dream of the Endless #The Endless #Neil Gaiman’s Sandman #The Sandman Spoilers #Sandman Spoilers #It’s Murphin’ time #Mighty Murphin’ Lord of Dreamers #I’m about to Murph #Mister Sandman #Bring me a Murph #This is a tangent but said friend and I have often projected ourselves onto Hob and Murphy due to our and their friendship #Suffice to say that we both got a little teary-eyed at Murphy’s line to Hob at the end #Especially because we both know what it’s like when one of us is gone for an extended period of time #and we can’t help but worry if maybe our friendship is in jeopardy or something bad happened or whatever #so yeah #Anyway #I’m just tagging for the sake of tagging at this point #Watch or read or listen to The Murphman #Sweet Murphs (Are Made of These)

[thisisnotthenerd]

got a little too bored today and started tallying up d20 cast appearances for the intrepid heroes (and brennan). this is only off of the top of my head so if i forget something don't get on me about it.

Intrepid Heroes D20 Cast Appearances, including sidequests (and BLeeM), ranked from highest to lowest:

Brennan Lee Mulligan with a total of 17/19 seasons that he has appeared in; dm/gming for 14 of those seasons. 7 of those are main cast/intrepid heroes, so assume they each have a baseline of seven.

next up is mister Lou Wilson, with a total of 10 seasons; 3 sidequests, all with guest gms. the man is a combination of dnd knowledge and commit to the bit. great with any season, but has always sidequested with brennan.

tied at nine, we have zac oyama and ally beardsley; ally featured heavily in 2021 sidequests while zac has been more recent in '22 and '23.

tied at eight we have the lovely ladies emily axford and siobhan thompson! i'm so glad siobhan has joined the ranks of intrepid heroes in sidequests, it feels like they just have a lot of fun on the shorter runs.

and in last place, mr brian 'murph' murphy. i know he's busy with naddpod but only intrepid heroes seasons? 7/19? please come on a sidequest my guy. i promise it's fun.

halfway through this process i've decided that guests are also being included now.

Guest Cast D20 Appearances, ranked from highest to lowest:

at the top of the guest list, the effervescent aabria iyengar, with 5/12 sidequest seasons! 2 seasons of gming, 3 seasons as a player, all 3 of which are in established d20 worlds e.g. spyre and calorum. assuming we have an intrepid heroes season coming up at some point in the future, murph can get a bit of a lead, but if aabria's coming on to guest more there's a very real potential that she will outcompete him. i look forward to the day.

next up: erika ishii with 4 seasons. they came on in the first sidequest and have had a steady stream of appearances since. always some kind of mage--tends towards druids/nature magic. 2/3 of her dnd appearances have been druids with an eye for creepy crawlies and the darker side of nature. he's got an aesthetic that he sticks to, and i admire that. real commitment, and not just to the bit.

tied with three we have rekha shankar and matthew mercer. ooh four-syllable names. sorry i got distracted. anyway. very excited to see rekha in desiquest, though she's a fantastic player on d20. big swings, fun character choices, a good balance of support for narrative and spotlight. and then we have matt--one season gming, but for the seasons he's played? some truly cringefail guys who learn to believe in themselves and break out of their personal depression to deliver an asskicking in their finale episode. man likes his themes.

now for the team of two (not the 2 crew) in chronological order of first appearance: mike trapp, ify nwadiwe, lily du, carlos luna, danielle radford, and izzy roland. just enough to make an average d20 table! i'm getting my fill of trapp and danielle in the current season, but seeing a table of these players together? it has potential.

and for the full list of one time appearances on d20 in chronological order of first appearance (only full seasons, not including oneshots atm):

amy vorpahl

justin mcelroy

clint mcelroy

jessica ross

griffin mcelroy

travis mcelroy

marisha ray

krystina arielle

b. dave walters

katie marovitch

sam reich

raphael chestang

grant o'brien

becca scott

persephone valentine

gabe hicks (gm!)

dani fernandez

jasmine bhullar (gm!)

omar najam

oscar montoya

surena marie

anjali bhimani

monét x change

alaska thunderfuck

bob the drag queen

jujubee

alex song-xia

freddie wong

hank green

i've devoted entirely too much thought to this. and i still have more thoughts. too many thoughts and not enough time. can't wait to see who comes on in the future! don't know if i'll edit this or make a new one. probably just edit this.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 meta #this is mostly for personal record #and is based on my memorization of the seasons #having now seen all of them #(mentopolis ongoing of course) #no referencing the wiki or dropout at any point #thisisnotthenerd's d20 stats #long post #dimension 20 statistics

[stevecoven]

⭐️ for the directors cut thing, tell us whatever juicy details you have on the fic of your choice 🫶

Ask for a Director's Cut/deep dive of one of my fics!

I don’t have a ton of super juicy fics out at the moment (more to come) but here’s some Steve lore from go back to bed, love about how he treats work/taking time to rest

“But nothing , mister. You’ve worked like ten hours a day for the past two weeks without any breaks.”

“Three weeks, actually.” Steve corrects them instinctively then winces at how big that number is.

“Exactly! You're exhausted. You’ve been complaining about your back for ages but it won’t get any better if you don’t actually stop working.” As if on cue, Steve’s back - lasting damage from an old injury - twinged painfully. Lying in bed, nestled in the pillows, he realises just how much his whole body aches, actually. He figures it’s probably felt like that for a while, he just hasn’t had the time to stop and actually notice it.

“And,” Murph continues, “I hardly get to see you. You’ve barely said a word to me the past few nights, you come back super late and just go straight to bed.” Murph sticks their lower lip out in a pout. “I bought new underwear the other day and you didn’t even notice.”

“You did-?! Oh, babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Steve sinks further into the pillows and pressed a hand to his face. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been so wrapped up in this build, I haven’t been thinking about anything else.”

The tendril has stopped fussing now, content with burying Steve as much as possible, and gives Steve a cheeky caress on the cheek before retreating back into its original form. With two perfectly formed arms again, Murph puts down the last almost-neatly folded shirt and looks over at him, more worry in their eyes than annoyance. “You gotta take a rest day, buddy. Please. You’re not in the Emperor's Coven anymore, you don’t have to work yourself to death like that. Nobody's going to yell at you for taking a day off every once in a while.”

The mound of pillows and blankets are silent for a moment. “It’s a hard habit to break, I guess.”

“Yeah, I know. And I know your work’s important, it’s great that you’re so into it, but you’re important too. I don’t want you to make yourself sick.” Murph’s voice is tinged with genuine concern and Steve’s heart pangs with guilt.

Steve sighs. “Yeah, I know you’re right,” he says, a little reluctant to admit it. “That sleep was the best I’ve had in ages, I guess I really did need it.” Now that he’s back in his cosy nest of blankets, Steve’s eyes are starting to feel droopy again. “M’sorry I made you worry about me. And that I made you feel lonely. I guess I didn’t think about that.”

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Steve is a chronic overworker, even after he’s left the coven. Once the initial chaos post-Collector has calmed down and people slowly return to normal life, he joins the Constructionist’s Guild as one of their Buildmasters and helps with the more long-term restoration and rebuilding projects on this Isles; not just people’s homes and public buildings, but also historical sites that were neglected or even demolished under Belos’ rule. This includes old temples from the Savage Ages, which would have been forbidden for worshipping the primitive and uncivilised ways of wild magic. I want to write a bit more about my ideas of them some time soon, and get Lilith involved as well for the historical aspect

I can see Steve going two ways after leaving the coven; either he just embraces the ability to do Nothing and relishes in being a little bit lazy and slobby and taking things at a chill pace (how I write canon timeline!Steve) or he throws himself into his work and gets a little bit consumed by it (how I write Sturphy!Steve). He still carries a lot of guilt over what he did, directly or indirectly, as a member of the Emperor’s Coven and he desperately wants to redeem himself by helping other people as much as he can. He feels that by helping to repair the damage caused by Belos he can make up for his past mistakes, and help him come to terms with it a little better. He is also incredibly used to working horrendous hours in awful conditions, constantly being berated by his superiors and asked to do impossible tasks (jump into that chasm, Steve). Sick days were not a thing that existed, you either worked or got punished, no matter how ill or injured you were. A normal 40 hour week feels like nothing to him and he always feels like he could be doing More. He doesn’t want to stop and relax while there’s still work to be done, if not in part because then he can no longer keep himself busy enough to keep his thoughts at bay and stop his worries creeping up on him. As long as he’s working, he’s distracted, and his other problems can be ignored. Not something his therapist would be particularly pleased to hear about.

Steve was like this with his schoolwork too, so Murph knows the patterns and spots them early. They also recognise them from their father, who was also a tireless overworker who spent many days, sometimes weeks, away from home on Construction projects, leaving a teenage Murph in the house all by themselves. In the months leading up to his departure for the Emperor’s Castle and subsequent imprisonment and execution, Murph and Flint barely saw each other and Murph will always regret not being able to spend more time with him. They don’t want the same thing to happen between them and Steve where they end up drifting apart. Steve will have immediately made this connection as soon as Murph points it out, and he’ll remember just how miserable and lonely Murph was every time their dad left for another job, worried he might never come back. He knows how much their dad meant to them, and how much they hate feeling lonely, and he’s horrified at the revelation that he’s ended up doing the exact same thing to them all over again. Murph isn’t mad at him, they’re glad Steve seems to have found his calling and is doing a really good job (in the same field of work as Flint as well. He would have been so proud of Steve), they just don’t want to see him work himself down to the bone anymore. Steve’s guilt over his relapse into bad habits and the fact that his poor back Really Does Hurt are what finally make him stop and realise he needs to chill out. He still works hard from then on, but he’s a lot stricter about not doing overtime/volunteering for extra shifts when he doesn’t need to.

I also have the half-finished scraps of another fic somewhere that also covers Steve’s post-canon work life and how he’s treated by society as an ex-scout, and it looks a little bit more at that idea of using work as a way to distract him from his guilt and worries. Maybe I’ll dig it out and finish it soon!

#replies #the owl house #toh steve #fic #steve #murph #a coven just for two #covenposting

[purplecladmerchant]

Eldermourne ep 0.

Murph call it gothic horror.

You got me mister. I'm yours.

#freya's adventures #livebloggeame naddpod #eldermourne

[jamscandraw]

Domestic Sleepy Sturphy 13 (either one!)

(Thank you!! I went for the “waking up” one :) Send me a sleepy writing prompt + a platonic/romantic pairing)

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Steve is pulled from the cosy embrace of sleep by a rustling noise near at hand. His bleary eyes can just about recognise the outline of Murph sat on the bed beside him, pile of unfolded laundry in their lap. Their ears flick at the sound of him shifting beneath the sheets and they turn towards him.

"Oh! Good morning, sleepyhead." They loom over him to plant a kiss on his forehead. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, sorry.”

Steve’s eyes are still struggling to adjust. The curtains are half open and warm sunlight is streaming in, painting yellow squares of light across the walls. It’s bright. Way too bright for this early in the morning.

“What time is it?” He mumbles, propping himself up on one elbow and trying to wipe some of the grogginess from his eyes with a hand.

“Don’t look at the clock.”

Steve looks at the clock.

“Shit-! Murph, I’m an hour late for work! Why didn’t you-”

Suddenly no longer feeling sleepy, Steve rips the covers back and lurches upright, ready to leap out of bed and scramble into some semblance of readiness. But Murph is quick on the draw too, and he doesn’t even set one foot on the carpet before their forearm becomes a thick purple tendril that catches him across the chest and shoves him - gently - back down into the mattress. Murph doesn’t even look up from their laundry-folding as the tendril shifts into a more dainty, dexterous form, and starts tucking him back into bed and rearranging the pillows.

“I already called Mason, it’s fine. You don’t have to go in today.”

“Wh- But-”

“But nothing, mister. You’ve worked like ten hours a day for the past two weeks without any breaks.”

“Three weeks, actually.” Steve’s voice comes from somewhere between two pillows.

“Exactly! You're exhausted. You barely said a word to me last night after you got back late and went straight to bed.” The tendril has stopped fussing now, and gives Steve a cheeky caress on the cheek before retreating back into its original form. Murph puts down the last almost-neatly folded shirt and looks over at him. “You gotta take a rest day, buddy. You’re not in the coven anymore, you don’t have to work yourself to death like that. Nobody's going to yell at you for taking a day off.”

The pillows are silent for a moment. “It’s a hard habit to break, I guess.”

“Yeah, I know. And I know your work’s important, but so are you. I don’t want you to make yourself sick.”

Steve sighs. “Yeah, I know you’re right. That sleep was the best I’ve had in ages, I guess I really did need it.” Now that he’s back in his cosy nest of blankets, Steve’s eyes are starting to feel droopy again. “M’sorry I made you worry about me.”

“Nah, it’s okay.” Murph drops the pile of laundry onto the floor and flops down on the bed next to Steve, wrapping an arm around him. “I was going to talk to you about it anyway, but when you slept through all your alarms this morning I figured some drastic action was needed. Mason’s chill about it, by the way. Said you can have a few days if you want. That old temple isn’t going to fix itself any time soon, it’ll still be there waiting for you when you go back.”

Steve rolls onto his side and settles into the embrace. “But we were gonna do the stained glass windows today,” he whined, a mock display of distress at being “forced” to stay at home.

“Then I’ll make sure they save one just for you,” says Murph as they lightly dust his face and hair with soft kisses. “How about you try and get a few more Zs, huh? Come find me when you’re hungry.”

#fanfiction #the owl house #toh oc #murph hearthstone #sturphy #a coven just for two #my ocs #steve tholomule

[alexiaugustin]

young and beautiful, lana del rey (2013) // mister impossible, maggie stiefvater (2021) // if i died last night, jessie murph (2022)

#something about these is so personal to me #has this been done before?? or am I the first to put this parallel out into the world #pynch #tdt #trc #ronan lynch #adam parrish #mister impossible

[friendly-books]

Dresden files Grave Peril live blog

Grave Peril

Michael! Weird how he’s just now showing up in book 3

Michael is a Harry/Susan shipper

I’m with Michael. Harry should tell Susan that he loves her

Who’s Elaine? 

Not the maternity ward :(

Harry fighting a ghost is cool

Poor Agatha Hagglethorn and her daughter :(

Why does Harry think his soul is bad?

Trip to the Nevernever. Oh am I going to meet Lea?

“You’re right. Sorry. Holy shit,” I breathed “heckhounds” pg. 58 Ha 

“Long estranged godson” pg. 64 Why are they estranged?

Is it bad that I kinda want a fae godmother?

“I can’t believe we’re in jail” pg. 72 Ha 

Oh no Michael got full named. Why doesn’t Charity like Harry? She’s being really mean to Harry. 

“I’d never said them to anyone I didn’t lose” pg. 81 Well now I’m sad :(

Where’s Mister? 

Vampire time 

Not Bianca :( 

“Yeah, their saliva’s some kind of addictive narcotic” pg. 84 First Ew Second I guess that helps them when they’re attacking people. Third that’s terrifying 

Why would Bianca invite Harry? She doesn’t like him. I’m suspicious. If this is “official” business why invite Harry? He’s not a warden of the White Council.

“The safety of all invited guests is assured, by word of the assembled court.” pg. 86 Hmmm are we talking about guest rights here? I need more information about this. What counts as safety? Why just words, why not written? Invited guests so unless you have an invitation you’re in trouble? I guess Harry isn’t gate crashing. Bianca is up to something. This is definitely giving me trap vibes. Bianca is probably the reason the ghosts are acting up. As with the previous two Big Bad guys they were behind the “unrelated” problems being connected i.e.: Victor and the drugs and Denton all the murders. I doubt she’d turn him. Maybe it has something to do with Michael and his sword? 

Yay Mister is safe

Susan, why would you want to go to a party with vampires after what you’ve just seen? Please listen to Harry. He knows what he’s talking about. I know you got a career boost from the werewolves but you aren’t Lois Lane and Harry isn’t Superman he can’t save you from everything so please don’t go to the ball.

Lea stop kissing Harry. It's weird. 

I don’t think I’ve ever been smacked in the face with remembering when a book takes place than this quote “Wait until some poor sap who got AIDS from a blood transfusion breaths his last” pg. 121 I was not expecting that. Very late 90’s or early 2000’s. When do these books take place? 

“An unmarked car sat in my driveway” pg. 126 my sheer level of disappointment when I read on and realized I wasn’t getting Marcone was immeasurable  

“Rudy’s clean cut good looks” pg. 126 Bi Harry 7

No, not the birds :( 

Rudouph is the worst 

Poor Micky :( The barbwire curse is scary

Murph is so cool with The Sight

Bob being scared is worrying 

“What could possibly go wrong?” pg. 172 Harry why would you say that?

“And then droplets of her spittle fell onto my throat, my cheek, and into my mouth” pg. 183 oh no I’ve never been more happy that Harry destroyed a building

Why would Bicana send two of her maybe powerful red court buddies (subordinates?) to find Lydia? Maybe Lydia knows too much? Maybe Lydia is one of Bicana girls? 

“I’d learned to block out pain, when necessary. Studying under Justin, it had been a practical necessity.” pg. 188 Not a big fan of Justin 

Scary dream

Oh no it ate Harry’s magic

Oh no it disguised itself as Harry 

Oh no Murph 

Oh no Charity 

What pact did Harry make with Lea? How is Harry going to get out of this new pact with Lea? 

How am I only 48% of the way through? So much has happened? And we still haven’t gotten to the ball

Oh no the baby is coming 

Oh no Lea has Amoracchius

Harry’s mom got him a fae godmother? Harry’s mom makes some weird allies 

How are they going to fight Nightmare and get Amoracchius  back?

Michael, Harry’s a little busy can you have Susan leave a message

“It’s thine heart” pg. 278 Ha

It’s party time 

“Hell’s bells, I noticed how good he looked” pg. 290 Bi Harry 8

Thomas! Yay! 

Wait wait did Harry just talk about how good his brother looks?!? 

“Not just a vampire,” I said, “a cheesy vampire.” pg. 297 Ha 

Bianca’s dress is a fire hazard 

All this talk of hospitality makes me think that’s how the vampire-white council war started. Someone broke hospitality. Why are you drinking the wine Harry? It could be spiked? You don’t know what’s in it or where it’s been. It could be roofied. “The wine is poisoned” pg. 308 Aaaahhh!!!! This is bad. Oh no it’s the venom 

Harry please listen to Micheal and Thomas and leave the party

“We’re here to get information, not bring the house down on a bunch of nasties” pg. 313 but Harry your really good bringing the house down

Dragons are a thing in this universe? Cool! Michael killed a dragon, cool!

“Harry, you're not the biggest kid on the block. You’ve got to learn to be a little more polite” pg. 318 Ha like that will ever happen 

SUSAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!? You didn’t get an invitation…You forged an invitation.

SUSAN YOU NEED TO LEAVE 

Oh no 

No Susan you can’t protect yourself here

Did Lea just try to bargain for Molly? Oh no Lea made Susan forget Harry

Who’s Mavra? Well you don’t need to call Mavra an it. That was rude.

No Susan, you didn’t know the risks before coming to this party. Susan, Harry and Michael aren’t chauvinist pigs they’re trying to help 

Vampire wizard?!? That is cool but bad for Harry 

Gift giving time

So the vampires want a sort of false flag operation? Maybe not a false flag but pressure Harry to attack.

“Lords of the Outer Night” pg. 354 that’s important not sure what it is but with those capital letters that’s important 

How is it Harry’s fault that you (Bianca) killed Rachel?

“Here lies Harry Dresden, he died doing the right thing” That’s a very accurate epitaph. Bianca knows Harry well enough to know that. That’s some villain vibes to gift someone a tombstone 

They draw weapons and the vampires immediately start attacking it’s like they’re trying to start a war. 

Oh no Justine 

Thomas don’t listen to Bianca. THOMAS why would you do that to Susan?!? Oh no Bicana didn’t keep up her end of the deal who would have thought 

Time to burn some vampires. That’s a lot of fire. Bicana isn’t the fire hazard it’s Harry 

Here comes Harry guilt complex 

Lydia what’s up? Nightmare in disguise? Possessed? I’m with Harry, Thomas needs to back off from Lydia 

I like this mushroom plan 

Does everyone know Harry’s mom but Harry? The demon knew her and now Lea 

“The handsome vampire” pg. 440 Bi Harry 9

I think you should all stick together. Oh no Harry’s surrounded 

Why is Bicana naked?

Why are they taking Harry’s clothes off? 

NO NO NO don’t like the end of chapter thirty-three

NOPE NOPE NOPE don’t like the beginning of thirty-four 

I’m crying :( Poor Harry, I don't like the implications. Can someone anyone please help Harry he needs help

Poor Justine, where are her clothes?

“I heard them taking you. Playing with you, for two hours maybe” pg. 453 I really don’t like those implications. 

Rachel ghost to the rescue…or not 

Kravos go away 

Oh no Susan got half turned. Yay Harry told Susan that he loved her! 

The ghost fight was cool!

Why would the Reds want to start a war with the White Council?

The ghosts fighting is cool!

Awww they named their child after Harry! :)

“What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what’s coming around. He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursuing his lips. “And sometimes you are what’s coming around. You see what I mean” pg. 506 Does that mean that Harry is the consequences for the monster? 

“I don’t want you far away marry me” pg. 510 awww Harry asked Susan to marry her 

“And they were always the same: darkness, trapped, with vampires all around me, laughing their hissing laughter. I’d wake up, screaming and crying.” pg. 511 Poor Harry I’m sobbing 

Well I guess the White Council is at war with the Red Court now. 

Final thoughts 

I wished I had Marcone in this book. I need my Marcone fix. Glad I got to meet Michael. Charity needs to calm down. The Red Court vampires are terrifying. I’m upset that I was right about the party being a trap and Bicana. I’m upset that Susan got turned. More Bi Harry the counter is up to 9. Murph looked so cool with The Sight like a guardian angel! Not a fan of Justin. I want to know more about Lea. I hope I get to see more Thomas. Does he know that Harry’s his brother? Is he just messing with Harry? Why would he do that to Susan? I love Harry’s costume. Bianca had it coming. I kinda love Bianca’s gift to Harry. I don’t know if I’m reading too much into the implications but I don’t like them at all. I’ll probably make a whole separate comment about it because I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about it. Harry has a bit of a guilt complex/chronic hero syndrome. Now about this war. As vampires they’ve probably been around for a while so they know about the White Council. Why would they pick a fight with them? They must think they can win against them so they must have had a plan like this in the making for a while. I assume the White Council will try and make peace, maybe throw Harry under the bus as a way to appease the Reds and get rid of their (Council’s) black sheep. I need to know more. Susan went a bit too far in her investigative reporting and it came back to bite her. She’s only half turned so I assume she has some powers but not all and has some weaknesses but not to the extent of a full Red Vampire. I’m sad Harry and Susan broke up but I know she’ll come back and have Maggie. I thought the fights were good and I liked the world building. I’m looking forward to a more central storyline/plot with the war. It'll be different from the sort of monster of the week that I got from the first two books. Despite my several “oh no’s” I did enjoy this book and I’m looking forward to reading the next one.

#dresden files #harry dresden is bi #grave peril

[hawkzeyes]

fun fact there’s apparently a led zeppelin song called hats off to Roy Harper

(boringly it’s apparently about a real person but I thought of you when it came up on my shuffle)

LMFAOOOO

I love this

I actually had no idea they had a song called Roy Harper

Speaking of songs named after archers there is a rap song called Clint Barton by J. Murph but I can’t find the lyrics anywhere and my hearing is WACK so I don’t know all the lyrics. It’s a real struggle please I just want to know what youre rapping about my favorite bb mister J Murph 😭

#hawkzeyes #clint beloved #arrowfam #dc #marvel

[realhankmccoy]

Chalantly

Tarry, terrycloth, yew ingenue uhv ingratiating gossamer, parry uh whey flappers uhv verve hoo wood playce thuh Davenportwinestains uhpon thuh Quad City Buttpirates.

Myne mutter always told me faggot is as faggot does. Iowa boys find themselves to be such inscrutable, Gud boys. Hierarchical realists, always, naturalists never, simpering and ingratiating their way through the Chosen Wons a'fore the Pig Pen. Avast! Arr, me hearties, a'hard, me maties, a mere pub lick, for 'tis Verboten to pube lick in public, and all the little gold earrings in the correct ear of the Wereld -- is it left or right that means gay? -- won't Bamboléo questa bombolone quest to Hulk Smash This Magic Moment, so diffrunt and so knew, just like any other, and at fault is yew.

For nobody gets a crumb *cough* and who would settle for crumbs *cough* a crumb, ick, not a Crumb Ich don't get in Wisconsin, We's Against the Sin there. We mightily murph, but no malingering in Murphy Beds draped with stiff, cream-coloured organdy, nossir, yessir, why we do bullleaf, and we're not about to feuilleter through flappers or Jack Shit ether!

Reposing 'round these stalwart parts for Mister Right, not Mister Left, and don't you forgets it! Did you never think, did you ever really think YEW cud de'serve me? Dolt!!!

We ain't got thyme for innuendos inferred by auspicious or inauspicious, amorous stukes, norfor laifun lummoxes or skinnyfat goms! And we ain't talking something respecteebull like Gross Operating Margins or Grand Old Man, nossir, nor Girl Over Mates, what weer sayin' is yore just a gom!

Y glitterin' hennins and kirtles, you pigeon-toed, knock-kneed sonofabitch, I's cagey when it cums to yew! Thirty-odd years and I earnt my place, longlisted, tanned and blonded! Even been belaying in South Dee'kota, a contrapposto slog you ain't up two, calqued as yew was frum subsumed, cephalic Yewrope lack of moral valence, whiplashed into an eldest fallow Period, unfathomable that such things could happen here where we kept our primal scream undergirdin' daily discorse, which screams the smartlee sextadecimal systuhm of capeetalism, so capitulate, yew!!! Know your place!

"Excuse me sir? Sir? This is the Davenport Public Library's Main Branch. One should extrapolate that victimitis-infected victims or harlequins is not particulee at liberty for synergy hear, naturally. We stands for freedom from feelings of resentment and aggression, but even lower down the tone scale is cryin'. The library is no place for your pillow talk, though we encourage yearnin', strivin', even flights of fancy... so long as they don't get too fancy-schmancy. Traversin' the hubris two find your own incandescence, but naught with a faggot, for we think you can do better than those who merely sat on a tuffet, eating cheese curds and ghey...'

We's remember an clawfoot tubs used to be made and spigots were metal, not cheap Chinese plastic! Cheap! The opposite of expensive, and wut wood yew know about expensive? My daddy raised me right and he said this is the line in the sand! This is our last stand! The rank injustice of it, wuht's been done to the strong and Gud... turnin' Nietzscher into a week telenovela... mein Gott! There ain't no cultural cache in low-prestige jobs or zoognosticism! You ain't a jellyfish! We're, like, literally taking the broader point of view about human potential, however the harrowing gut punch or profundity might hit yew, and if you delves into economy of language, concision of language, Hemingway's drunken clarity, Hunter S. Hunter's courage... language comes out of the tv and evolves! We's talking about the shift of the Overton window, making movies about the Overman, up!!! Up look up!!!! It's the nateeral order to climb! What are ya, scared of heights or somethin'? No need to be strident, subsume or traverse your ironclad commitment to yourself, sheep to the slaughter that you is, on the way to the Gubbamint's abbatoir if you t'aint careful and get involved with those rainbow perineums out there...

I have faith in yew, yew can strive for a chifferobe and finery of your very own, tastefully paying tribute to the vestiges of the past, dextrous and poised as any executive, executing your executive orders, suss out all the pinkos and girlie men, the windowlicking rainbowrumpers, learn your elevator pitch rather than being perpetually indebted

Show 'em what you got, for we got it all up here, make fricassee of them Welfare Queens down in Illinois, thinks they Algonquin or something, Illini, who the hell knows, more aligned with the Dakotas up here, good self-reliant people. Emerson you've heard of him! A most companionable writer... eminent Emerson, admiral and ennobling to the spirit, leaves me on tenterhooks about our nation's potential, really, his intellectual nourishment merely whetting your appetite for more, cumdribbles carefully meted out,

Delfeasible Alonexquis...

Jest ain't no time for the obliqative cuz we's means business. Eschew all visceral banter and pertinstifle those arburblings and arbubblers.

It's Visceral. Abuzz! Even anecdotal! For we say "no no no no no no no no no no" around here! The world is a laye, the Wereld is a Lee, tastes like an Oysters Rockerfellers and it's myne all myne! Kiss my Leevye'd ass!!!

[definitioncfcursed]

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: murphy monty delacour NICKNAME(S): murph, m&m TITLE: his royal highness, prince murphy delacour (eventually his royal majesty, king murphy delacour) /mister OCCUPATION: prince, student AGE: twenty one DATE OF BIRTH: august 20th NATIONALITY: english-american ORIENTATION: bisexual/biromantic PRONOUNS: he/him RELIGION: he isn’t really religious. he knows gods exist but they can go fuck themselves SPECIES: 1/3 god, 1/3 fairy and 1/3 warlock ; in modern verses he’s just human.

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: zack ne.lson HEIGHT: six feet two inches WEIGHT: 165 lbs. EYE COLOUR: blue HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: dark brown + matches the gif DOMINANT HAND: right handed. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: his smile. or his eyes when they glow lilac. ACCENT + INTENSITY: english TATTOO(S): tbd. he’s got a few in the modern verses, in my head he ends up like this. SCAR(S): tbd. PIERCING(S): none. GLASSES: none.

PERSONALITY INFORMATION

ENNEA TYPE: the loyalist, type 6 MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good TEMPERAMENT: phlegmatic. ANGER he’s the 2nd calmest of his siblings. he might snip but he’s not quick to anger. APPROACHABILITY: as approachable as a nice prince/popular kid can be. INTELLIGENCE TYPE: intrapersonal NEURODIVERGENCE(S) ptsd from his father dying, he’s alive again now and he was very young when it happened but he remembers it vividly. seeing how much it hurt his mom, aunts, uncle and grandfather is forever in his head.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

HOMETOWN: tbd kingdom ; new york city CURRENT RESIDENCE: tbd kingdom. ; new york city

LANGUAGE(S): (fluent) english, french, greek SOCIAL CLASS: royalty ; upper class BASIC EDUCATION: royal tutors / college freshman COLLEGE EDUCATION: drops out sophomore year. DEGREE(S): none, drop out.

PARENT #1 icarus delacour (father) PARENT #2 madilynn montgomery (mother) SIBLING(S) presley, marceline & ivy (younger sisters), mattie (younger brother) CHILD(REN) none. ADOPTED? no. PETS probably horses, tbd.

VICES + HABITS

SMOKES? yes. DRINKS? yes. DRUGS? yes. VIOLENT? he can be to protect people. ADDICTION(S) his vape. SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? sometimes. HABIT(S) meddling, impulsive behaviors HOBBIES: fixing cars, exploring LIKES: bbq food, vintage cars, rock music, scifi movies, the color orange, hikes DISLIKES: gods, high collars, sushi, manmade heights NERVOUS TIC(S) cracks his knuckles/neck

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

HOUSE: slytherin. ZODIAC: leo VICE: pride VIRTUE: honesty ELEMENT: earth

#( misc ‣ bio ) #( headcanon ‣ murphy )

[uneasylisteningradio]

Uneasy Listening Great Big Stuff! June 11, 2022

BIG  STUFF

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Bay City Rollers - Saturday Night Joey Edwards - How Big Is Big

DJ speaks over The Members - Handling the Big Jets

Woody Guthrie - The Biggest Thing That Man Has Ever Done Go Sailor - Bigger Than an Ocean Rick and the Riots - Big Murph Shock Treatment - Big Check Shirts The Clean - Big Soft Punch

DJ speaks over The Living Strings - Take a Giant Step

The Saints - Big Hits (On the Underground) Betty Davis - He Was a Big Freak Johnny Cash - Big River Richard Berry - Big John Peach Kelli Pop - Big Man Final Blast - Grand Gâchis

DJ speaks over Link Wray and His Raymen - Big Ben

The Wonders of Science - Big Picture 999 - The Biggest Prize In Sport The Philadelphia International All-Stars & The O'Jays - The Big Gangster Railroad Jerk - Big White Lady Crass - You've Got Big Hands

DJ Speaks over Fred Wesley - The Big Payback

John Cale - Big White Cloud Dagowops - Big Mac Sparks - Big Boy The Cuff Links - Mister Big (Oh What a Beautiful Day) Razorcuts - Big Pink Cake The Mahotella Queens - Mkhulu Lomkhosi (The Big Celebration) Trash Kit - Big Feeling

DJ speaks over Brian Eno - The Big Ship

Plus Instruments - Big Man Etta James - How Big a Fool Bow Wow Wow - Giant Sized Baby Thing Modey Lemon - Big Bang The Dils - Mr. Big

DJ speaks over The Tiller Boys - Big Noise from the Jungle

Discharge - The Possibility of Life's Destruction Dead Prez - It's Bigger Than Hip Hop Rudi - Big Time Fay Frymire - Big Clown a-Crying The Brigands - (Would I Still Be Her) Big Man

DJ speaks over Dale's Boys - The Big Jump

The Monkees - Take a Giant Step

#radio #big #large #community radio #wprb #punk #post punk #garage rock #Garage Punk #two piece bands #power pop #funk #soul #music #playlist

[ginger-canary]

Freckles listens to NADDPOD thoughts ep. 38 (but just a few)

Zirk’s never going to live the piss drinker thing down

Wow I’ve never hated tweens more great job

Flowers and heroes, United by one thing. Pure hatred for 45 year olds pretending to be 11.

Hello yes I too want to go Into Books

Murph really went *voidfish rules* on that fairy pact huh

“What happens when this story ends?” “We begin a new one” “or maybe my story finally ends” tired protagonist vs author who won’t let the series go

“Mister Zirk are you really gonna make me say it, maybe I don’t vant to be her sister” FUCKING YES THE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS STORY WE’VE EARNED

Wow Fia really has some Fig getting back from kissing Ayda in the woods energy right here

Zirk I am begging u don’t call yourself daddy

Bring back the stairs of books

Billie just has everything and it’s amazing

All hail the squid

Fia absolutely almost ate glass someone call Fabian Seacaster

Did Arthur Aguefort kill Sol again I have questions

#not another dnd podcast #naddpod #Fia Boginya #zirk vervain #Henry hogfish #freckles listens to things #freckles says things #I guess? new tag #queuete as heck but will break ur neck #naddpod spoilers

[ghost--queer]

Genuinely two seconds in and Murphs character is giving me sir mister person vibes

#dimension 20 #a crown of candy #unprepared casters #are these posts annoying? should I give it a tag? #em watches a crown of candy #there just in case

[queerquintessence]

oK SO i’ve been sending people cat pictures and i realize that i didn’t tell anyone their names so-

this boi is Loki

he is baby (technically he’s an adult bUT he’s the baby so shhh)

he trills a lot and we call the noises ‘murphs’ so instead of calling him Loki his name is mostly Murph

or Loki Murph. or Mr. Loki Murph. or Mister Mur.

or literally any variation of murph ahahahkdhdk 💓

doesn’t know how to show affection properly so he will just. chomp

like if he wants snuggles he’ll just bite you hahashjeh

this boi is Sully

big boi

very vocal

if you make him angy he will s c r e a m at you but he has no concept of personal space

will shove his face in your face for attention

he also ate my hamster-

here we have ✨ Aurora ✨

but we never call her that- so she’s mainly Fluffy or Chonk

or chonko. or chunky. or sometimes chunky bunky-

really lives up to the whole ‘sleeping beauty’ thing though. like she sleeps alllll day i don’t get it- ahahsjdjshsk

also snorts a lot. and likes to yell at my mom.

behold! delilah!

teChNICALLY she died last december BUT i have pictures of her and i feel like she deserves to be a part of this ahjsshhdsj

very loud. very very loud.

she was deaf so she couldn’t hear herself so it was constantly “MEOWWW ROWW MEOROEWWW” at 2 in the morning.

also she drooled a lot whenever she was happy.

soo lovable though. if you pet her o n c e she would crawl onto your lap and start purring and drooling (even if it was the first time you ever met her)

we called her a Loud Snail because well. she was loud and her spine was like. ✨ curved ✨

was like a bajillion years old. 22? i think

i’m getting rIPPED tonight RIP delilah AYYY

aNYWAYY yEAH

those are cats <3

#i pretty much just made a bunch of character sheets for my cats abjddhskhddk #enjoy the kitties ✨ #also murph’s nicknames have evolved #‘da boy’ turned into ‘denmark’ and then there was d’amico #and d e b r a #and delaware #i don’t even know- #cats ❤️

[poisonously-alluring-sev]

Snape One Shots ~ Gothic Lust

Summary: Emily is one of the more popular students at Hogwarts, who also happens to be a goth, and even though most people like to obsess over her and want to date her, she has never let any of the students at Hogwarts date her. Children of all ages she didn’t like so when a dark and mysterious MAN who matches her grumpy and dark aesthetic comes along she can’t help, but be curious.

Pairing: Snape x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing

Time: Two years before Harry Graduates

Word Count: 12 200

Recommended Song: Girl I Know by Avenged Sevenfold

Main Character: Emily Jones; 20; DOB: Dec 16th, 1969 (Sagittarius); American; Caucasian; Slytherin; Pure Blood; 5'5; light skin; dark brown hair with green tips; green/gray eyes

The Quidditch match was finally over with my teams mates taking first place in the house rankings before we go home for the Christmas holidays. I hugged and applauded my Chaser's, Beater's, Keeper and Seeker before heading off the change rooms. Everyone that was watching was applauding us and as I looked up I swear I saw Snape smiling as he clapped in response to what everyone else was doing, But as soon as I thought it was there it was gone making me feel like I was seeing things.

I gave my speech to my team, as all captains do after a game, and then we hopped back on our brooms and flew back to the castle as the stars started to come out. Tonight the Slytherin house was having a Christmas party and also celebrating our Quidditch win. Unlike the normal parties, we have where everyone gets super drunk and somehow a group of like 20 kids from each other house ends up in the party, this time it was just going to be us.

Soon it was 10 pm and everyone was expected to be in they're dorms and most teachers were in they're quarters and not walking the halls. Many of the older students were in the common room as a small group of fifth years went out to the kitchen to get some extra fire whiskey and such. Soon they come running back into the common room waving the alcohol in the air and within a few minutes, everyone had a drink in their hand or had taken a couple shots and were dancing to the music that was playing. After about two hours Murphy Hugh stood on a table and yelled out into the loud crowd and got all of the student's attention.

"Hey y'all, so I know we normally have the Christmas parties, but this one is special thanks to our Quidditch team helping us get 500 points ahead of all of the other houses!" He raised his glass and everyone clapped, screamed or wolf-whistled. I found myself getting pushed up onto the table by someone and drunk as always Murphy pulled me in by my waist to stand beside him as he toasted to me and my teammates and said a couple more things.

"Hey, you wanna say something Em?"

"Merry Fucking Christmas you beautiful fucks! Now, where's the hard liquor?" People yelled in response and started to dance, drink, and make out again. Hopping off of the table I got thrown a full bottle of fire whiskey from Murphy as he said,

"You really sure you don't want a boyfriend Em? You are the most popular girl in Hogwarts, everybody has a thing for you." I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the one couch that wasn't covered in couples, Murphy sat down with me.

"Come on Murph, I told you already, I don't care for dating, it's too much work to have to care for someone, plus I want someone who will call on demons with me or jump into a burning building for fun. I don't think anyone here is of that status."

"Okay, true, but I'm sure you'll find someone." He stood up and started to walk away and I said over the loud music.

"You too mister drunk." He spun around and gave me the finger bringing a chuckle out of me. I downed about half of the bottle and said to myself,

"Let's get this fucking party started."

**** The Next Morning ****

It was 10 am when I finally woke up still in my clothes from last night's party and a pounding headache. I stood up slowly and decided I didn't need a shower and put my hair into a thick braid and tied it into a bun. I could hear the last few students running out of they're dorms to get to the train before they were late. I sighed at the pain in my head when I started to walk to the door but was too lazy to take something for it and thought I would just deal with it and headed out off the common room to the kitchen to where hopefully they had some leftovers from breakfast for me. As soon as I entered Pitts looked at me and waved me over to the back. I had spent so much time down here for food I missed at meals and sometimes for detention, but I usually was sent to help Hagrid since I didn't like magical creatures that much.

I sat down in the backroom of the kitchen and snacked on some breakfast pastries and bacon until I felt I had enough food in my body to keep going until dinner where food would be served again. After I was done I thanked the elves in the kitchen and headed upstairs to maybe see if someone cool stayed back for the Christmas holidays. Sadly, nobody was in the great hall or in the courtyard. I sighed as my eyes hurt and burned from the sun making my head worse and decided to head down to the boathouse and see if maybe I could catch someone bulling a first or second year. Again to my disappointment nobody was there and I was bored. I sat down on a bench inside the boathouse happy that there wasn't anybody here, but I also was hoping I could yell at someone and scare them with my goth looks.

After about 10 minutes of me just sitting in silence and enjoying it I could feel eyes on me, it could have just been another student, but they kept their eyes on me and I could feel it burning into the back of my head. I was starting to get sick of them watching me and was ready to spin around and very passive-aggressively ask them what they were doing, but I felt the gaze drift away, which made me curious to find out who it was. I stood up and saw nobody there so I went out of the boathouse and looked up the trail you take to get here and no one. I looked the other way to where the shore of the Black Lake was and saw a tall figure moving in the trees by the shore. Since they were very tall I figured it was a teacher who probably was watching to see if I was going to cause trouble. I scoffed the feeling off and followed them. You can never know what curious things different things happen at Hogwarts and what some secrets about teachers you can find. I am a popular student at Hogwarts anything I say will spread like wildfire within the school and to be honest, it feels nice to have that kind of power to ruin someone's reputation, but I never have done it I just hear about things other people say about me and I shut them down.

After about five minutes of me keeping my distance from this person they stopped at the edge of the lake and the dark forest, I hated going into the dark forest for detention since even during the daytime it was like it was 8 pm in the summer, dark, but you could barely see details in what could be following you as you head deeper into the forest. I was hesitant to keep following, but I had absolutely nothing better to do so I kept my distance and slowly stepped over sticks following behind them at about a 20ft distance. Soon I had followed them to what seemed to be a small garden with different flowers and plants that I'm pretty sure I remember from Herbology or maybe Potions. They bent down to pick and cut a few of them as I looked around the surrounding area and thought,

'This sure is a strange place to have a garden.' I shrugged, but I was soon brought back to focusing on the person in front of me who basically reacted as though he heard my thoughts making me think I said them out loud, but I was sure that I didn't. The person had tensed up and had stopped cutting leaves from the plants and were slowly putting it away like there was a deadly creature watching him and he was trying not to make a scene. I was starting to panic thinking that maybe they had seen me and I decided to slowly back away and as soon as I was out of eyesight and earshot I started to run away back on the path I had come from. About a few minutes later I saw the boathouse again and fell down back onto the bench I was sitting on earlier hoping to be able to catch my breath. After a couple of minutes, my heart rate had lowered back to normal and I wasn't in such a panic as I was before. Looking back to what had just happened I tried to rule out the possibilities of who that could have been, but it wasn't easy since I never heard a voice or was able to see their face, all I had was the body shape of this person. They were either 6ft or taller, had to be male, wore all black, had black hair, or I was assuming since it was dark I couldn't really tell, and they had a special garden out in the dark forest.

I decided to go to the library to see if I could find those plants that were there and maybe see what they could be used for and why someone here at Hogwarts would need them. After looking for about 40 minutes I figured out that the plants were common things used in potions to help with getting rid of toxins and bacteria from the human body. It confused me at first since to me nobody has any need to have these plants, but then my mind clicked. Snape. Of course, he has a garden to grow these plants the come from far away places. It also makes much more sense since he is also to Potions teacher and I was surprised I didn't make that connection before when I was there. I felt really stupid and with all of this thinking and reading my head was really starting to pound now and I decided to go to Pomfrey and finally get this pain out of my head, even though I know Pomfrey will yell at me for drinking she shouldn't be surprised since I can only imagine how many other students came to her before they left this morning.

I knew that at this time she probably didn't have a super serious injury to take care of so I just opened the doors and went straight to her about to wave when I saw Snape talking to her with the same plants I had seen him taking from his secret garden. My hand slowly dropped as they both turned around to look at me as Snape handed her the flowers. I smiled at them and I walked closer to them as they finished their conversation. Soon Pomfrey turned to me and asked me why I was here.

"Well, like my other house friends I too need something for a pounding headache that I somehow got when I woke up this morning." She sighed and pulled out a newly brewed potion from her closest, handed it to me and thanked Snape for delivering her the ingredients she needed. I felt myself give a confused look to Snape as he watched me slowly walking past Pomfrey and I as she lectured me on drinking, but I wasn't paying attention to her, but the strange teacher watching me as he passed.

'What the hell is his problem?' I asked myself in my head, and yet again he reacted as if I talked out loud, but I was certain I didn't. He glared at me as I gave yet an even more confused look to which he seemed to react weirdly and walked away quickly not looking back. I shrugged in my head and continued to tell her that she needed to relax since she probably already told about 20 other students this lecture before and I could tell she was tired even though it was only like 12:30. Soon I had gotten Pomfrey to stop talking and downed my potion and walked out of the hospital wing feeling better already, but very confused about Snape.

**** 6pm (Dinner Time) ****

I was sitting right at the front of my house table, closest to the teacher table, waiting for Pitty to finally set out the food so I could eat it and then head back to my dorm and just hang out and enjoy being alone even though I did that for most of the day already. As I ate with a couple other housemates I could feel heavy eyes watching me and I honestly wasn't really going to look around and see who it was, and I wasn't surprised that the first place I looked was to the teachers' table since I had been suspicious of Snape all day and not to my surprise we locked gazes and neither of us wanted to look away and seem weak, at least that's what I thought we were doing. After a couple of seconds Snape looked away and I mentally fist-bumped, but soon was pulled away from that thought as I saw who he was looking at now. Dumbledore. They were both looking at each other and I saw Dumbledore raise an eyebrow and Snape roll his eyes and go back to his food, but Dumbledore looked over at me and smiled I smiled back, but only because I had zero ideas of what just happened.

After seeing that Dumbledore probably noticed us both staring at each other I tried my hardest not to look back up there and got invested in a conversation that was happening at my table. About 20 minutes later most of the Hall was empty besides a group of other popular students, me, and Snape who wasn't really eating his food, but rather it seemed like he was using it as an excuse to stay in the Great Hall for some reason. I keep glancing up at the teacher's table and every time I did Snape looked up like he knew I was watching him and it kind of freaked me out when he would look back at me with a glare at basically the same time I looked in his direction. Soon we had all finished our dinner and as the others talked for a bit I just wanted to get out of the Hall, but as I stood up I noticed Snape already walking towards me. I don't know why, but I panicked, he was clearly coming for me since he had his eyes locked on me. I quickly made my way through some small crowds that were in my way and by the time I got to the main doorway I thought I was home free. I was wrong. A large hand landed on my shoulder and I quietly cursed to myself as I turned around to see Snape standing there arms crossed like he was trying to seem angry.

"Yes Professor?" I said trying to make it seem like I didn't care, but in the back of my head I could tell that he wasn't convinced.

"Dumbledore said that he would like to see you in his office, now." He said in a very stern voice that honestly didn't really fit this kind of conversation, maybe if I like pulled a huge prank or something, but not right now.

"Oh..kay," I said pretty confusedly. We both stood there looking at each other, but not in the eyes which made things pretty awkward and then Snape slipped past me and went right in the direction of the dungeons. I stood there for a little bit kind of dumbfounded, but then I made my way to see what Dumbledore wanted, he probably wanted to talk about what he saw today and I honestly couldn't think of any good excuse.

"Fuck me." The hidden staircase opened up as I said the secret password and waited for moving stairs to take me to the top since I was too lazy to actually walk up to them. I knocked on the door, but no response so I just let myself in, as usual, Dumbledore doesn't mind. I found myself in the Headmaster's office which was strangely quiet. Not saying that it never is quiet, but Dumbledore would normally have a window open or something and you could hear the sounds of the wind blowing, but this time there wasn't even that. I looked at the painting of the past Headmasters many of them weren't nice to me and I had to hold in the urge to flip them off and got distracted by the number of books in the back of the room. After about a minute or two I noticed that these books weren't your normal library books, but rather ones that you might not even find in the restricted section.

"Human eating trees, magical ocean portals, muggle sightings. Okay, some of these are a little weird, oh no wonder," I looked on the inside of the book to read the date of when t was made.

"Some of these are 500 years old." I sighed with boredom and went back down the stairs to sit in one of the few sofa chairs that sit with teapots in front of them. I didn't really know too much summoning magic, but I was considered to be one of the most academic students of my year so I probably could see if maybe I was able to summon some tea for myself. After about a few minutes of focusing and trying really hard to summon at least some water, nothing was happening. I let out a large sigh in mental agony.

"Not everyone at your age is ready to summon things from thin air, but I can give you a book to practice if you like," Dumbledore said from behind me scaring me a little. He waved his hand over the teapot and poured two cups for us. I just gently glared at him when he wasn't looking and took a sip of the tea.

"You wanted to talk to me, Headmaster?" He took a set down in another chair on the other side of the table and looked like he was ready to gossip about ol' Brenda the crazy bitch friend.

"Ah, yes. There are a couple of things I would like to talk to you about today." He took a sip of his tea and thankfully I felt a little revealed, but I was too happy too soon.

"Mainly about what was going on at dinner tonight between you and Professor Snape." I slowly took a sip of my tea trying to drag out the silence for as long as possible before I said.

"Well, it's strange rather. Every time I would look up at the table he would immediately look at me whether I was looking at him or not and the time that you happen to notice he was actually looking at me first and I was glaring at him because I didn't like the way his eyes felt on me." He raised an eyebrow as he sipped on his tea which I can only imagine how much sugar he puts in it.

"Well. I'll make sure to ask him about it as well, seeing as though you are not the problem." I didn't know if I should take that as a good thing or if he was being sarcastic and trying to insult me. We talked about many other things until we both ran out of tea to drink. I said my goodbye to Dumbledore and made my way back to my dorm to hopefully get some good sleep instead of staying up until 3 am on a normal school day. After reading up a bit on the book Dumbledore gave me it was about 9 pm and about the time I should probably get to bed so I changed into my PJ's, but before I could get into bed I heard a hoot and a screech coming from my window and saw two owls with letters in their becks. One I could tell was Dumbledore's, but the other one I wasn't sure. They both flew in my window as soon as I opened it and I gave them both a biscuit. Dumbledore's owl took it nice and gently whereas the other jumped back from my hand a bit and took it a bit aggressively, but it didn't phase me. It was strange rather I knew that owls took on the personality of their owner and it was clear that this owl was Dumbledore's. It was the most humble owl I had ever seen, but the other one, it was hard to pinpoint it's behaviour to a person, but as soon as I picked up the letter it had been told to give to me I knew right away by the handwriting. It was Snape's owl, which made sense since it really wasn't good with people and wasn't nice when I gave it something to make it happy. I opened Dumbledore's letter first to spare me what might be in Snape's letter, probably just some insults about my marks and wanting me for detention. Within Dumbledore's letter he told me that there was an opportunity within a few weeks I can sigh up for apparition lessons if I felt the need to learn something they don't teach in classes.

I thought about it and decided that it would probably be nice to know how to travel without spending money and whatnot. I then opened Snape's letter, but before I could read past the first two words, which were Dear Ms. Jones, Dumbledore's owl snatched it out of my hands and flew out my window.

"Hey! What the hell?!" I leaned out the window to see where it headed and it went right to his office I cursed yet again under my breath and Snape's owl landed right next to me on the window frame and hooted at me. It flew off back to the Owlery and it was at that point that the day of boredom and chasing after Snape into the Dark Forest was really starting to catch up to me and I was ready to sleep.

**** Sometime within the night ****

I found myself awake in my dorm and a deep feeling in my chest that I needed to get out of the common room and wait for someone. I don't know who, but my heart was pounding in fear, but also something else. I couldn't tell what it was, but had to have been the driving force to me jumping out of bed and barely even landing my feet on the stairs to get out of the common room. As soon as I entered to cold, dark hallway outside of the Slytherin house, my feet stopped themselves. I could not tell you what I was feeling, but it felt right to run to the potions classroom, something felt wrong. My heart seemed to feel shattered, but I hadn't gone through something that would make me feel this way so I had come to the conclusion that this must be a vision of some sort or maybe something that I was being told to avoid. Sometimes the castle ghosts or different spirits would show me things that they knew would happen as a warning or something rather.

While thinking about what this dream could mean I found myself running through the dark halls, sometimes hitting a wall if I really wasn't paying attention. Soon I found the classroom and had the feeling that I needed to run inside and find or stop whoever was in there, I stopped myself to think first and to also prepare myself for what I might find. It could be me dying or someone I love, or it could have something to do with death eaters since they seem to be more active this time of the year, soon I found myself pushing open both doors and seeing nobody in the room, it looked like it was set ready for a class to start brewing some potions, but something in the back of my head told me to not take one step in the room. I knew that whatever I was being told through this dream wasn't going to have me stop them from showing me the warning so as I stopped myself from taking another step I felt a push on my lower back sending me a few feet into the room with nothing in it. I was confused for a bit then I jumped when the doors closed very quickly behind me slamming shut and making me turn around.

As I looked to see what could've caused them to close I saw Snape standing in the corner watching me with his wand out. Anything could happen to me and this could be anytime within the future, it could be right when I wake up, near the end of the year or maybe years from now. He slowly pointed his wand at me and suddenly I felt myself be pulled from my body so I could watch what will happen, this normally happens when the spirits don't want me to mess up their warning.

"I don't want to do this to you Emily, but I have to."

"What are you talking about Severus?" I said in a very stern voice clearly shaken up by something that had happened before this moment and I saw his eyes start to form tears.

"You know that this is how it has to be." He pointed his wand right at my head and was trying to make it seem like whatever he was talking wasn't affecting him, but with the tears in his eyes, it couldn't confuse me. I stepped forward and started to say that made more sense to me now that I was listening in to the conservation future me and Snape were having.

"You can't do this Sev, please!" Now I could hear my own voice cracking as I started to cry.

"We can't do this Emily, it's not right."

"I know you don't care about that, please Severus don't do this to me!" I was now shouting at him and my chest started to get heavier and heavier with pain that I wasn't familiar with.

"We can't be together Ms. Jones. I'm too dangerous for you to be around." Now I was finally catching on to what was happening.

'How far in the future is this?' I asked the spirit who was standing behind me watching my vision with me.

'Only a few months from now, please pay attention. This could change your life if you don't understand what you need to change in the next few months of your life.' I looked back at both of the crying people in front of me. Tears were now flowing down my face and I was begging Snape to stop whatever he was about to do.

"Emily, please don't do that, we have no choice."

"Sev, what makes you think that erasing my memory will make things better?! We've both been broken before, let me help you!"

"No!" He stumbled on his next few words as he realized that future me recoiled back to his loud demand.

"Being around me will get you killed, I can't have another person I love fall fate to death by Voldemort." In that moment things started to slow down like you would see in a movie to make things more intense, I jumped at him to grab his wand, but I was too late. Soon a light blue almost clear burst of colour came out of the end of Snape's wand and had hit my head. Then after a couple of seconds the tears stopped flowing and I dropped to the ground unconscious. Snape bent down and brushed my hair out of my face and kissed the top of my head. Soon he picked me up and that's where everything stopped.

**** 10am the next morning ****

My eyes opened to the bright light coming through my window and the sound of tapping on my window. I groaned out loud when I noticed it was Dumbledore's owl probably going to lecture me about not eating at breakfast like he would sometimes. I let the owl in and gave him a biscuit again just like last night. I took the letter from his beck and frowned at him.

"Why did you have to take that letter hmm?" He tilted his head and me and then flew off my window. I sighed opening up the wrapped parchment and only read the few words that were written down which said,

Dear, Ms. Jones,

Please come down to my office as soon as you get this.

Also, Pitts told me that he was getting sick of having to feed you about an hour after breakfast so please try to get to The Great Hall on time.

Best Regards,

Dumbledore

I sighed and honestly was planning on telling his owl to drop it in the Black Lake, but in my head it felt important to go to so I just decided to burn it.

"Ugh, why does he have to know about everything I do in this place." I got out my wand and cast a spell to make the paper float and then watched it as it turned into charcoal then I got into the shower and put on some basic grunge clothes and headed to the Headmaster's office, not even going to go to get food this time and maybe upset Dumbledore a bit more now that I'm not showing up on time, but I'm not even eating. I laughed to myself as I got to his office, but before I could knock on the door, I heard him talking to someone very faintly then some yelling from Snape which I honestly don't think anyone could miss, and then back to the faint voice of Dumbledore probably trying to convince him that something to do with the death eaters isn't a problem when it most likely is. I leaned my ear against the door to listen in, but I didn't get much information when Dumbledore said,

"Well if you're looking for some company I believe some has just arrived. Come in Emily." I slowly opened the door and walked in saying to myself, but loud enough that they both could hear me.

"Well, that's a little creepy." Dumbledore smiled and Snape just took a step or two back from his desk as I got closer to talk to him.

"You know I was very tempted to just throw away your letter and say I never got it." He picked up his wand, moved it in some kind of cycle shape and said something very faintly under his breath and we watched as the paper I had burned not too long ago somehow un-burned its self and was in perfect condition. I stood there feeling like he was mocking me in some way just to get at my nerves, but I didn't let it show on my face, I also saw Snape shuffle a bit before Dumbledore spoke again.

"Well, it actually has to do with you two." He said placing his gaze on Snape. I couldn't help, but connect this moment to something in my vision from last night. He then looked back at me.

"I don't know if you had read the letter Professor Snape sent you last night, but I-" I very quickly cut him off by saying,

"No, I didn't even get past my name when your owl snatched it out of my hands and flew away."

"Oh, I see, well I did read it on my own time last night and-"

"I thought you said that basic letters don't need to be checked, and any teacher letters to students have no need to be checked," Snape said crossing his arms as he hid in the shadows of the Headmaster's office. I was confused as to why he was reacting this way, but honestly I have had this kind of response also to Dumbledore when he just takes something that was meant for something else and then moves around either is own rules or words that have come straight from your own mouth, kind of pissing you off in the moment.

"Well, if we are here to talk about what was in the letter, don't you think that it might be a good idea for me to read it?"

"Oh, no there will be no need, I have already disposed of it." Snape frowned and said back with words that I would use in this case,

"Didn't you just bring back a burned letter from thin air?" Dumbledore was trying to find the fact that he had messed up with that one, but found a way around it.

"That letter was written by me, therefor it wasn't hard to track-"

"Okay, whatever, it doesn't matter, I'm sure both of you can just tell me instead of being so cryptic about it, which by the way has made me very curious as to what was in that letter, and I won't give up until I hear about it." I too crossed my arms looking at Dumbledore and waited for him to respond. He leaned forward on his desk like he was about to tell me and Snape was glaring at him as I had never seen him do before. If any words came out of some mouth I was afraid he was going to jump at him.

"It wasn't my own written letter and not mine to share, so if Severus would like to tell you about what was in that letter, that is his choice. And with that I think it is time for tea, care to join? Either of you?" Dumbledore sat back in his chair and waved a pot of tea over and poured himself a cup.

"Oh no Professor, I'm more then alright, I have some things to attend to, like that book you lent me," I said turning around to leave his office trying not to keep begging about what was in the letter.

"Alright then, Severus? Would you like some?" He said offering him an already filled cup.

"No Headmaster, I'm quite alright as it is." He got out of the office faster than I could, passing me before I had even got to the door and he basically ran down the stairs. I stopped myself knowing that now might be a good time to ask Dumbledore a good question.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, was anything in the letter really that important to call us both here?" He raised an eyebrow at me and then smiled as he said,

"Yes, everything in the letter has a great deal to Professor Snape, and I think it is best if you try not to push it out of him. Getting any kind of information out of him unless he trusts you is not easy and can end badly. If he wishes to tell you, it will take some time since I already seemed to have messed up this chance to tell you." I nodded slowly at his words and quickly said my thanks to him as I left his office. I wasn't normally one to be confused or spend time around the professors here at Hogwarts, so this was something very new for me and strangely enough every time I think about that letter, I think that maybe the fact that I didn't get to read it leads me away from the bad vision I had, but probably not for long.

For the next few days nothing had happened, I hung out with some Slytherin friends, Dumbledore seems to be getting angry at me for not eating breakfast and only staying in my room for most of the day, and of course, the Weasley twins have pulled some pretty good pranks on Filch or Flitwick. Today I had decided that since everyone was having fun on Christmas Eve it might be a good idea to head down to Hogsmeade and maybe spend some time at the Hogshead and see my good ole friend fire whiskey again. I put on some winter clothes and made my way down the snow-covered trail and was happy to see that the place was basically empty from a couple of adults who actually lived in the area. I walked into the bar and ordered a large glass of fire whiskey I wasn't planning on getting drunk, but tipsy was alright. After a glass or two I noticed someone sit down beside me and it was Snape. He also got a fire whiskey which he downed like it was nothing and ordered another about to down it as well until I said,

"Do you drink that for the taste or does it make you drunk faster?" He stopped drinking the toxic mixture and placed it down next to mine looking over to me and asked me,

"Aren't you too young to be here drinking?" Trying not to take that as an insult I answered his question,

"Well in America we are actually kept in school a lot longer than here in Europe so technically if I was back home, yes, but here no, I'm about two years older then anybody else in my year. I actually just turned 20 with my birthday, but honestly, I was already drinking before I even hit 16." I took a big drink from my glass and Snape kept asking questions and I kept answering them, most of them were about life as a witch in America where they don't really feel the need to be nice to women let alone in the magic world over there. That's one of the reasons my family moved over here and it has been a lot better for everyone, well, maybe Filch could live without me. About an hour past of us asking each other questions and I could tell that the only reason that we were actually talking to each other was the alcohol that made us both way bolder to talk to each other than normal. As I stood up to go the bathroom some older man walking by grabbed my ass and gave it a good slap, which in return sent a shock wave to my brain telling my hands to make a fist and aim for his head, hitting right on his jaw. I couldn't tell you why that happened, but maybe you can figure out why. I pushed him down to the ground and kneeled down to him, still very tipsy, and said,

"The next time you mess with a woman it might just be the end of their wand casting a curse upon you." He grunted and slapped me across the face and stood up as I rubbed the numbing flesh on my face ready to throw fists with this perv.

"Well, maybe you women should spend some time cooking instead of wasting your time on the man's job." That was it, this man was already in for it hitting my tipsy ass, but now I felt completely sobered up and ready to put this man in his place. A spell would be too easy for him so I gave Snape my wand and rushed this guy sending us both flying over a table knocking over other people drinks and angering those drunk people which lead into a brawl that I was gladly starting. Soon many people were fighting for no reason really they just starting throwing fists. The guy I had punched earlier had tried to hit me over the head with a chair, but I caught it and pulled it from him and jabbed him with it then threw it away hitting someone else in the head. Then I put all of my energy into my arm and throw my fist straight into his jaw causing it to crack or maybe that was my hand. Anyway, after that, I felt a hand grab me by my shoulder and pull me out of the bar. I didn't realize how much I was breathing and grabbed my hand which was now bleeding from the fighting I was doing and it was nearly impossible to ignore the pain that was deep my wrist. I heard the door slammed behind me and I turned around to see Snape sighing at seeing my stat and he handed me my wand which I slid back into my boot. He started to walk back to the castle and I followed him on his side. We didn't talk for a good minute or two, but when I winced in pain and brought my bloody and sore hand up into sight Snape stopped and grabbed his wand out looking at my hand he said,

"Let me heal that for you." I moved my hand closer to his and he very gently held it and quietly cast a healing spell and poured a potion on it to stop the bleeding. I was so shocked that he was so calm and gentle with the wounds that I asked him,

"Why not be a doctor instead of a teacher dealing with children?" He kept focused on my wounds as he mended them and then responded with,

"I said that I would do anything for Dumbledore if he protected-" He cut himself off and continued with,

"Never mind why, but I probably wouldn't fit in a hospital environment." He looked down to see that he was still holding my hand and pulled it away from me quickly. He then looked at me in whole and said,

"You forgot your jacket back there. Here, take my cloak." He wrapped it around me, making me feel a little odd, but I put it aside and said to him,

"There is no way you can say that when you just fixed my probably broken and bloody wrist." He shrugged and started to walk again slipping his hands in his pockets. We walked back to the school in a good, nice silence that was honestly quite calming and I could tell that neither of us were tipsy anymore and I think he was starting to realize his behaviour when he was tipsy and was starting to act sterner and not fun or friendly like earlier, but he wasn't talking. It showed in his walking and posture for sure. By the time we hit the courtyard he stopped, turned to me and said in a nicer manner than I thought he would,

"I noticed that your marks in Potions and DADA are a little lower than past years, so, if you maybe want some help, I can take some time for you to practice in the potions room." I was a little taken back by this, but I was kinda happy he asked since it was no lie, my marks had been getting worse for the past two months. I smiled up at him and said,

"I'm very happy to take that offer thank you." He nodded and started to walk away at his normal fast pace leaving me alone in the courtyard with the heavy wind blowing which reminded me that I had his cloak, and he left without it. It was probably the better thing to do if I found him and gave it back, but something in me told me to keep it. So I did. Making my way back to the common room I found myself thinking about the professor a lot and sometimes I would have to snap myself out of some deep thoughts. It was just so easy to remember the warmth coming from his hand as my hand was cold with blood, and how gentle he was at placing his cloak over my shoulders willing to be cold just so I, the stupid girl who started a bar fight, didn't have to be. I made it back to the common room without any mishap, but I didn't even realize that some students might question why I was sitting on the couch reading a book with a cloak that was clearly way too big for me. I realized hadn't it might look weird or suspicious of something to others that this clearly wasn't mine and you could really tell it wasn't mine since I don't wear normal witch clothes unless it is completely needed like class, but then I still wear something grunge-like, maybe a choker or something. So this was in no way normal and I didn't notice until Murphy sat down beside me and asked me about it.

"Oh... well... It's nothing to worry about." It was very clear that he wasn't convinced and honestly, it wasn't that good because even I frowned at my response.

"Okay, well if there is a random bad boy that fits your status that you are suddenly with, I wanna hear about it." I nodded as he left me alone and I took that as my queue to get out of the common room before more people see and start to spread rumours about who's cloak it is. Once I got to my dorm I continued to read on the book Dumbledore let me use and tried to practice some easy things, but after about an hour of that, no luck. I sighed and fell down on my bed looking up at the plain roof of my room. I was once told by my parents that if you are trying to learn some new magic it is best to have a clear mind and ever since I started reading this book nothing has been sticking in my head. I didn't think that my mind was clouded with anything, but then as I grabbed the corner of Snape's cloak that I was still wearing It clicked with me. Ever since I got this book something to do with him has been in the way. That's why I can't do even do simple spells that I should be able to do if I've been reading it every night. Snape was getting in my way of learning this magic, and honestly, I wasn't wrong. Since that vision, everything that I do, every thought, seems to come back to him.

"Fuck me." Was the last thing I said before I ended up taking an afternoon nap. I didn't get another vision, but all throughout the night randomly I would hear Snape's voice and I could see him in front of me, most things were memories of us walking about to the castle today. Being a very light sleeper dreams came pretty quickly and even though I can't help it sometimes I wish I could just be able to sleep through a huge thunderstorm, but with my luck, I will always wake up.

**** Christmas Day ****

I woke up and heard people talking down stairs about something and I wasn't too happy that the screaming first and second years that got to stay here had already ruined my day by waking me up at... wait, what time is it? I glanced over to the clock on the wall and saw that it was 5 am. The sun hadn't even begun to shine on the lake yet. I mumbled some swear words to myself and put on some basic black muggle clothes. Before I left my room though through my mirror I saw Snape's cloak lying on one of the chairs in my room. I thought about grabbing it, but I remembered how Murphy reacted yesterday and decided that it probably wasn't a good idea to bring it out, even if my instincts told me to, I went without it. I made my way out of the dorm halls and to the common room where if any of them decided to be loud around me I would tell them to shut up and stop freaking out about getting gifts. Christmas isn't even about getting gifts, people have just turned it into stupid fun happy sit down with family thing only a little while ago. Before it was about drunk people crashing parties that happened in the woods, in the middle of the night. And then it was about people in lower-class incomes breaking into stores and causing riots, this clearly isn't the Christmas we have now and my parents aren't ones to celebrate and honestly, I'm completely fine with that knowing that the real Christmas was actually probably a lot more fun than it is now.

By the time I got to the common room, most people were done opening their gifts and just talking as a couple of of sixth years had already yelled at them and left the room without even checking if they got any gifts. I was about to do the same since nobody would ever send me gifts, even my closest friends know that, but before I could take a step past the tree a younger student stopped me by saying,

"Aren't you going to open your present Jones?" I stopped dead in my tracks and looked ot the younger girl who was sitting on the ground and I responded with,

"I don't get presents okay? My family doesn't do Christmas like the rest of you, so they don't send anything." I started to walk again, but before I could leave they spoke again asking,

"But then who left you this one?" I turned around and saw her holding a small gift wrapped in black wrapping paper with some kind of glossy design on it that I honestly couldn't tell what it was. I gently grabbed it from her hand and sure enough, when I read who it was for, my name was on it, but there was no other name telling me who sent it. There was no way it was my parents who sent it, they would never and none of my friends would, hell even Dumbledore knows I don't do Christmas. This was strange indeed and I could tell that everyone in the room was curious so even though I wanted to throw it into the fire, I pulled myself together and opened it very carefully not to rip the paper and underneath it was a plain gray box with two latches that held it closed. I placed it down on a nearby table got ready to open it and as I looked around I saw everyone watching like it was some kind of miracle and it made me chuckle at how easily I could probably make them do things. I slowly opened the box not knowing what could it be, it could be a prank from someone, but my mind was convinced that someone was trying to be nice. When it opened there was a thin sheet of black tissue paper covering whatever was inside and at this point, I was starting to think that it was some kind of jewelry. As I pulled it away everyone seemed to move closer to get a good look so I stopped and said to them,

"Seriously? you don't see me pecking over all of your shoulders when you open something." They all gave a guilty look and went back to their things and started to talk with each other as I opened it without having anyone look at what I got. At the bottom of the box was a lace black choker. At first, I had no idea who could've sent me this gift, but it was obvious after looking at the book that was underneath the choker. The only two people who could've given me an advanced book on potions that weren't taught at Hogwarts were either Dumbledore or Snape. Dumbledore wouldn't just give me this unless I showed a lot of interest in the topic, so that leaves the only person who could've given these things to me which was Snape. We had talked about potions on the way back to the castle and about how I wanted to learn about more potions so it was very clear that he had sent me this gift. The only question is how did he get his hands on this kind of accessory so quickly? He couldn't have been planning on giving this to me weeks before could he? And if he did intend on giving it to me, why? He had never really spoken to me besides telling me my potions were either shit or kind of okay in class. Yesterday was the only time we had talked and we were tipsy off our asses until I started that fight. I couldn't wrap my head around it so I closed the box and put the book on my shelf and threw on my new choker. I knew that it was too early for Christmas breakfast to start, but I had nothing better to do so I threw Snape's cloak on finally not really caring about what people might think and made my way to the Great Hall. Walking through the halls I knew that Filch was probably walking around with Ms. Norris so I had to be careful that he didn't catch me since I wasn't in the mood to deal with him.

As soon as I made it to the Hall there were a couple house elves who were getting ready for breakfast and didn't seem to be bothered by me. I took a seat down right close to the teachers' table and waited for everyone else to get here. After about half an hour most of the teachers had arrived and were watching the small number of students arriving in the Hall probably holding their new presents with them. Right before Dumbledore was about to make his usual Christmas speech Snape came through the back staff door right by his spot and sat down waiting for Dumbledore like the rest of us. Naturally, most students knew that it was him and didn't look up, but for some reason I did and almost right away as he was sitting down we made eye contact, at this point I was gently playing with my gift around my throat which he got me and I guess me touching it brought his attention to the fact that I was wearing it. Not only did I realize that, but I noticed he had a different cloak on today and I was trying hard to remember why and then I felt like a complete idiot wearing his normal cloak that people would probably notice was missing from him and on me. I knew that most people probably just thought I might have had a change in style today, but some people weren't that easy to shoo off, mainly people who didn't like me aka the whole Ravenclaw house.

After a few seconds of me lost in my thoughts I realized that we were still looking at each other and Snape was clearly paying attention to the fact that I still had his cloak on and was wearing it out public. He probably thought that I might be trying to make a scene, but before he could show panic on his face Dumbledore tapped on his glass and was looking right at me and smiled at me. He wasn't that daft so he probably right away noticed the cloak and the fact that it wasn't mine, considering that it was huge on me. I dropped my head trying not to look suspicious about anything and started to play with my choker again clearly that had to be a sign that I was nervous about something, I did that a lot. As Dumbledore spoke I was focused on trying not to make eye contact with him or Snape which was kind of hard, to be honest. I don't think that there is a way to explain how cornered I felt in that moment even though it was the biggest room in the whole school, I felt like everyone was watching me and for once, being a popular student was not fun. My heart started to race and I wasn't sure that my nerves were the problem, but rather the fact that I needed to get out of there. I scanned the room again and locked eyes with Snape, I didn't want to, but it felt like someone was holding my head in his direction and keeping me focused on him. I tried to break free, but I couldn't I knew that this wasn't just me being me, someone was in my head, I could feel them poking around trying to get into my main thoughts. To my surprise, they were very strong and everything around me seemed to fade out like it was only me and my thoughts in the world. I couldn't keep them out forever so I decided if they wanted to hurt me they couldn't get away with it while I was surrounded by people so I let them in. When they were in nothing happened. My body wasn't moving, on its own, I only heard the breathing of someone else which was weird, but then I heard a faint, deep voice ask me,

"Are you alright? You look hyper pale?" I was beyond confused and then decided if they only wanted to ask questions they didn't need to be in my mind so I attacked them with walls to close them off and to my surprise, again, they didn't fight. I blinked my eyes a bit as Dumbledore's voice started to fade back as he spoke the last few words of his speech, everything felt weird at the moment afterwards. I was still looking at Snape who's expression seemed soft, but then as quickly as I saw it, he was back to his normal grumpy self. I took my eyes away from him feeling very odd after that, not really knowing what to do, but eat my food and get out of there. I was still feeling nervous and when I went to grab a piece of toast, I noticed that whoever was talking to me was right. My skin looked like someone just poured bleach all over me, but I didn't let it phase me. I got some food into me and left the Great Hall as soon as I was done, not waiting for any of my friends to follow me. For the next few hours, things felt weird to me and I felt like every time I was outside of my common room someone was trying to get back in my head which kinda freaked me out because no students can use Occlumency so it had to have been an adult, but no teacher in their right mind would do that and also I doubt any teachers are actually as good as this person was, so maybe it was someone who isn't meant to be in the school. That got me worried and I decided that it was probably for the best to let Dumbledore know. He was probably in his office, but just to make sure that I didn't disturb him if he was busy I just decided to send him a letter. It was a very quick one that got straight to the point and wasn't too long.

I wrapped the parchment in a ribbon-like string and gave it to my owl, Honey. She's a tiny barn owl and seems to like to follow me around almost everywhere I go which is nice. I told her to bring it to Dumbledore right away and she flew off my arm and went looking for him. I, on the other hand, decided that it would probably not be a good idea to go back to the Hogshead after yesterday so I decided to go get that book Snape got me and read it outside of the common room so I was away from the lonely first years who only stayed in the common room besides for classes and meals. After finding a good spot against the wall I started to invest my thoughts into the fact about some of the potions that were written in the book. After good 20 minutes into reading about Garrotting Gas, a potion the induces choking and possibly suffocates the taker.

"Damn, that sounds like my kind of potion." Almost right after that Snape happened to walk by and notice that I was reading from his book. He stopped in front of me and watched me as I read before I looked up once I noticed he was there. I smiled at him and he then asked me,

"I see that you're enjoying the gifts I gave you. Which one seems to have caught your eye?"

"The Garrotting Gas, I feel like it's probably something I would use even though I would probably get caught using it, but whatever." He smirked a little bit and waved for me to follow him to his class. I brought the book with me and walked into the classroom after him and placed the book down at my normal desk. Snape went back into the ingredients room so I got the pot ready for potion brewing and soon enough he came out with arms full of different things, some I hadn't seen before which was a little odd. He placed them down in order of use and wrote down the steps on the board which he moved to be in front of me. He then added a small amount of water and slowly started adding the ingredients and preparing them for the potion all while talking and letting me know what things not to do while making this potion like walking away from it. It wasn't one of those potions that need to boil for a while, it was a quick to make potion that could go wrong very quickly if you aren't paying attention.

As he was teaching me about it I was writing down things he told me to remember and as I watched him things seemed to be really nice at the moment. Just him and I brewing a potion that probably could kill us if one thing went wrong. I liked this a lot more than normal class since he is normally yelling at someone, but right now he was being really calm and talked in a very soft voice which I don't think anybody here has heard before. It made me smile at the fact that he was probably happy to teach me something and was happy to see that someone else was just as invested in potions as he was. He seemed to be very focused on the potion at the moment where I had taken a step back and just watched him stir all the ingredients together. At the moment everything seemed to slow down again and fade away just like when that person was in my mind, this time I was calm and didn't even fight back when they got in my head, I just simply asked,

"What do you want?" There was some silence before I heard the voice again this time a lot louder and closer than I thought it was going to be and the voice that I heard in my head made me jump back a bit.

"You seem to be lost in thought," Severus said in my mind. Soon I found my breathing picking up again just like when he did it before, but he tried to calm me down.

"I was shocked to see that you had a natural talent in Occlmency, most students can't do that." I was still acting dumbfounded as he spoke and I think he realized because he then left my mind without saying anything and turned around in front of me just to look at me. I tried not to look so shocked, but it was kind of hard not to when I thought that it was someone bad who was getting into my head when really it was just Severus trying to find the source of the other person who was emitting their talent that I'm sure he had too.

"Are you going to watch me finish the potion?" He said in his soft voice again sounding very different from in my head which caught me a little off guard. I walked closer to him and said,

"Oh, yea." I stood beside him as he finished the potion, but it was hard to stay focused with what just happened. I wasn't as confused as you may think, in fact, it was kind of nice knowing that he seemed to care for me, but then again it was strange. Severus doesn't care for students so either someone is pretending to be him or something extra strange is going on here. I wasn't going to push it, but I knew that Dumbledore could've asked him to be nice to me for something. Then I remembered something Dumbledore told me a couple ago.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, was anything in the letter really that important to call us both here?" He raised an eyebrow at me and then smiled as he said,

"Yes, everything in the letter has a great deal to Professor Snape, and I think it is best if you try not to push it out of him. Getting any kind of information out of him unless he trusts you is not easy and can end badly. If he wishes to tell you, it will take some time since I already seemed to have messed up this chance to tell you."

Almost right away it seemed to click with me. Severus was probably trying to tell me something important, maybe about himself or about me, but it wasn't clear at this moment what it would be, but I had a feeling that this was a step closer to what he wanted to tell me. We then put the potion into bottle and as he was cleaning up he asked me to put them away on the top shelf on the right near the other small potion bottle. As I opened the door and climbed up the ladder it became very clear that I had no idea what I was doing.

"Top shelf on the right. Okay, well this is the top shelf on the right, but I don't see any other bottles." After looking for a couple of minutes I think I had found what I was looking for, but it was so far away I thought that I might fall. I honestly probably missed judging the distance and moved onto the far side of the ladder step, stretched out to place it, but the ladder wasn't completely bolted onto the top of the shelf and I lost my balance. For a second I thought that maybe I could just easily center my weight so I could balance, but I was wrong. My foot slipped and I was falling from the highest part of the ladder. I let out a small screeched but found myself not on the hard floor, but in someone's arms. Not to my surprise Severus was the one who caught me and had a smile on his face when I looked at him, he said to me,

"I knew something was wrong when it started to take you more than a couple minutes to put them away." I could feel my face become very flush and there was no way that I could hide it from him. I knew that he was watching me even when I wasn't looking and I was a little shocked as to why he still had me in his arms bridal style and I think that he noticed and walked out of the closet doorway to set me down in front of his desk. Once he did he pulled his hands away from me pretty quickly and put them in his pockets, I knew that he would hate to hear this, but he definitively turned a bit pink at the cheeks. He leaned in towards me, but only to grab the book he had gifted me that was on my left. As he was leaning though I could smell this cologne and it was something that I probably would have found attractive on a guy and... wait did I really just say that? Ugh, what is happening to me?

Once he moved away from me my thoughts were back to normal, but I could tell that he weren't. He seemed to be lost looking at my face. He then locked eyes with me and for a few seconds nothing happened, then he moved a fraction closer and everything seemed to become sharper, the iris' of his eyes lit up with colour, I could sense his body heat, and the stitches of his robes became more detailed. My heart rate seemed to slow with everything around me and I found myself drawn to his lips more than anything and it looked like he was drawn to mine. Within a few seconds, we both seemed to move closer causing our lips to collide. It was almost like I had just jumped off a cliff and was still falling, all my thoughts seemed to close around this one moment. Soon he brought his right hand up to my cheek and hid a few fingers behind my ear drawing me ever so closer to him. I then found my body jolt with energy and soon my hands shot up to grab his hair. He pushed more passionately against my lips causing me to let out a small groan and then picked me up with his strong arms to then set me down onto his desk basically throwing the book away. My heart rate got faster and it seemed as though everything in the world had stopped and it was just him and I again. Nothing mattered more than this one moment. He then placed his hands on my hips and then both of my hands ended up placed on his shoulders gripping at his clothes trying to get him as close to me as possible. Everything started to get more intense and Severus started to get rough with me, but honestly, with me pulling at his hair, I was happy to have his lips crash violently against mine. Soon we had both run out of breath and he placed both of his hands on either side of me as I kept mine around his neck gently resting there as we took in some heavy breaths. He leaned his forehead against mine for a bit until he said,

"I don't think I've ever been this excited in a long time." I took in some deep breathes and decided that teasing him might be fun.

"I don't think anyone else could make me this excited," I said with a smirk planted on my face and grabbing his hips moving him closer to me. He smirked back at me and said back to me,

"I'm glad you like my gift." He placed his hand over the choker, moved my head back so my neck was exposed and was about to put press his lips on my neck when we heard someone slowly opening the door. I hopped down off of his desk quicker than I think I've ever moved out of the way of a rogue blugder. Madam Pomfrey slowly came through the door peeking her head in to see if anyone was in the room and as soon as she saw me she came into the room.

"Sorry if I interrupted your detention, but I was wondering, Severus, do you have any extra fairy wings?" He cleared this throat and before he could say anything I took that as my queue to go.

"Well, I think it's past my detention time, and Dumbledore said he wanted to see me around before lunch so I better head up there. Thanks for keeping me captive for a couple of hours Snape. Peace." I walked out of the classroom holding up my fingers in a peace sign and closed the door behind me. I let out a long sigh and leaned against the door trying to calm my nerves about what just happened. Then I decided maybe it was time to head back to my dorm and take a nap. I knew that what just happened with Severus wouldn't be the only time. I bet that over the next few days we would be seeing each other a lot more and I knew that he was going to try and get into my head more and more often, hopefully not distancing himself from me.

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