“Stay behind me…” ( indiscretus | remus )

{ Protective Starters

“Strange that you should wish to protect me, Lupin,” Severus mused, eying his Dumbledore-assigned partner for this mission with thinly veiled amusement at the wolf’s hypocrisy. If Potter or Black were here, there was no doubt in his mind that the other would not bother to behave this way, but as it was they were alone.

“I doubt anyone would blame you,” He assured quietly, making to move past the irritating Gryffindor. “If I die, they’ll be too busy celebrating to question whether or not you were complicit in it, so spare us both the theatrics if you please. Your feigned concern is lost on me.”  

That they were both on the same side, fighting the same war, was not lost on Severus. However he had spent too many years alongside these people to believe his life genuinely held any value to them – he had been disposable as a child in Dumbledore’s eyes, so why should that change now that he was grown? Simply because he bled on their behalf didn’t make him one of them, and arbitrary actions like the one Remus had just made did little more than remind him of it. He knew well where he stood, and would not fall prey to the illusion that he mattered

Raising his wand, he took aim at the ward they were to dismantle and remarked mildly, “Let’s get this over with,” Before he promptly set to work.

@indiscretus

‘ no one wants you when you have no heart. ’ ( indiscretus | james )

{ Death Of A Bachelor Starters }

“The funniest part about this is the fact you don’t even register the irony inherent in the shit coming out of your mouth.” Severus was in no mood for James Potter today ( then again, he was never in the mood to deal with this particular wart on the face of humanity ) and the fact he saw fit to comment on this little situation was far from endearing him at the moment. 

Shifting himself so that any attack Potter threw would fail to hit anything vital in the unlikely event he didn’t block fast enough, Severus found himself inquiring blandly, “Where are your cronies? It’s not like you to pick a fight without your precious audience.” Not to mention back up.

@indiscretus

How did Severus feel going from his probably very crappy mattress at home to luxurious Slytherin house beds? It’s a big jump- did it affect his sleep in any way? And how did going BACK to his not-so-great mattress at home affect him?

You would
think he would have been overjoyed – but in fact the change was one of the more
daunting ones at Hogwarts. First of all, the beds are higher than what he was
used to – a low, thin mattress kept above ground by an undersized wire frame is
significantly lower to the ground than a mattress and box spring supported by
an ornate wooden frame complete with its own resplendent curtains and canopy.
Just getting in was a bit of a trial
when he was younger as Severus was very short
as a kid. He found that he had to go in early so nobody could watch him, as
it was a bit of an awkward scramble before he figured out how to flop down and
roll himself up.

Then there is
the matter of the overall change in mattress firmness – his old one was not
that much better from sleeping on the floor, and he had to arrange himself very
carefully to keep things from tipping. In Hogwarts, this stiff positioning on a
very foamy, springy mattress was detrimental
as it caused his body to be unnecessarily tense, resulting in knots and
strained muscles for the first two months before he finally learned to sleep
properly. He developed a habit of sleeping on his stomach in a starfish
position after that, reveling in the spaciousness and softness and welcoming
how rested he would feel come day.

Returning
home, Severus had learned the hard way how sleeping awkwardly could affect
things, so he got his mother to help him set his mattress on the floor. While
it was not soft by any means, he didn’t have to contort himself to maintain
balance on the frame, either. He continued to sleep on his stomach, not
trusting enough to leave it vulnerable, and when he returned to Hogwarts he
sank into his bed with great relief. That said, he was usually stiff for the
first couple weeks regardless, as he would generally have to sleep funky in
order to alleviate pain due to other damages.  

❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ( you go Draco, kick the ass of whoever hurt your godfather. or try anyway. )

{ Question Starters }

Startled by the question, Severus yanked his robe back on as though doing so would somehow obliterate the fact his crisp white shirt beneath was dyed crimson with his blood. Turning sharply despite the pain in his leg – yet another result of laboring under the cruciatus atop a shattered wine glass, no doubt, albeit better concealed by black fabric than white -Severus barely managed to keep his fury between his teeth.  

“Draco!” The boy’s name was admonition in and of itself, “What have I told you about entering my quarters after hours?” Severus would not deign to grant Draco special treatment simply because he was the boy’s godfather, and being out of bed after hours what out of bounds for everyone, including homesick godchildren.

He could only hope that scolding would keep the questioning at bay – the wizarding world was happy to pretend the Dark Lord had not returned, and frankly he had no idea what Lucius and Narcissa’s intentions were. Far be it from he to be the one to start this family feud, however overdue it may now be. 

“Return to your dormitory. I will discuss this breach of protocol with you in the morning.”   

❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜

{ Question Starters }

“Externally? Neither.” Severus replied, despite the way his shoulders remained a little too stiff after their earlier tell tale shake that had likely prompted his godson’s inquiry. “Internally – a bit of both, I think. Honestly child,” He breathed, genuinely entertained by the sheer amount of trouble one little boy could conjure in mere minutes, “What happened to the peacock?”