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27th-Dec-2011 02:38 pm - Childhood Romance, Indeed

Bells rang to symbolize the dawning of Christmas, but the young man brooding on his lonely English flat was a million thought miles away from the festivities. It had been 10 years ago when he last spent the Holidays at his home in Arkansas, and he missed it terribly. Of course, the change of scenery wasn’t what was really affecting him. It was the thought that his childhood bestfriend was getting married soon to a woman named Nymphadora Tonks (an eccentric name that would only make his friend love the girl even more) in a mere fortnight that put his already normally grumpy mood deeper in the dumps. He had received the invitation a week earlier, and since then, he had grieved endlessly. If he wasn’t harbouring feelings for the other man, he might have been utterly happy for him, but seeing as he had carried his attraction for 20 years, the happiness that was expected from him was very unlikely to show anytime soon. So there he was, looking out of his window, his plane ticket held in one hand as he thought about what was waiting for him in Arkansas. His plane was leaving in the morning, as he had requested the groom for it to be, and his nerves were jumbled as he tried to quell his anger and disappointment at the coming nuptials.

As he walked out of the airport, he scanned the crowd for a sign of a familiar face, but there was none to be seen. Hoping that he didn’t look like a lost and stood-up tourist, he hailed a cab and gave the driver directions to his house. He hadn’t been home in a decade, but the lawn was neatly trimmed when he arrived. Confusion on his face, he inserted the key in the lock, only to find the door already open. He dropped his luggage on the porch and pushed it open, and came face to face with an apron-clad Remus Lupin. “Severus!” came the cheerful greeting. Silence reigned as Severus opened and closed his mouth soundlessly, surprised at the sudden intrusion in his personal space. “Remus, you’re looking well,” he responded, thinking to himself how lame it must have sounded. The other man grinned and ushered him inside, getting his bags and bringing them into the living room. Severus looked around and was amazed by the scene that greeted him. It wasn’t what he had pictured his old house to be. In his head it looked web-infested and ancient, but with what he could see, it was warm and well-lit. Obviously, his friend had taken good care of it, and for that, he was grateful. “Why did you do all this?” he asked, straight-forward and frank, watching with narrowed eyes at the way Remus stiffened up.

“I want to move in with Dora and buy this house, Sev,” his bestfriend answered, turning to face him, biting his lip. It took Severus a moment before his brows met and the feelings he had kept inside him flooded out in a wave of anger. “How DARE you use MY house as your roosting place with that... that WOMAN! I can’t believe you’ve been cavorting with her HERE of all places! All these years, I’ve left this town knowing that only THIS house knew I fucking loved you, and now you’re using it as...” the words he had been meaning to say were left unsaid as Remus held a finger to still his lips. “You love me?” He couldn’t answer that question, and so, he pulled the other man by the collar and kissed him soundly. Not a word was spoken when they pulled apart, and silently, Severus took his bags from where Remus had dropped them and walked back to the door. “Severus...” came the plea he had most wanted to hear, but keeping his pride and dignity intact, he merely stopped and said, “If you change your mind and decide you don’t want to get married after all, I will be at the resort. If by the eve of your wedding I haven’t heard anything from you, I will vanish from this place forever and you will never hear from me again.”

Days passed, and yet Severus heard nothing from his childhood friend. He spent the days locked inside his hotel room, and the nights walking on the beach, looking at the stars and wondering why his life turned out to be that way. The day of Remus’ wedding came, and Severus gave up all hope that the man wouldn’t go through with his wedding. His heart broken and crushed to pieces, he started packing his things, preparing to leave that very night. Arkansas truly was a beautiful place, but if Remus decided to live there with his wife, he couldn’t bear the thought of being at the same area. From a distance, he could hear the ringing of the church bells signifying that the ceremony was about to start. To his ears, it sounded like the toll of death.

His feet left marks on the sand as he walked by the beach one last time, taking in the setting sun and marvelling at the wonderful scenery it created. He tried very hard not to think of Remus, and how the reception would be in full swing at that moment. It would kill him to imagine the bride and groom slice the cake together; dance slowly around the ballroom; kiss under the stars. He was too caught up in his melancholic thoughts that he didn’t notice the muffled footfalls behind him. “Severus!” came the shout that could scarcely be heard from the waves. The wind carried over to him the voice of the man, and he forced himself to look – to believe again that yes, it was him! When their eyes met, it was as if time stood frozen for both of them. Neither one spoke nor moved. Then they were running... colliding with each other as their lips met in a brutish fashion, exchanging the breath of life like they were about to die. “I love you, Severus,” was the murmured declaration, and no more words were said as they finally understood each other, holding hands as they faded into the horizon, mere silhouettes of the bodies they carried.

25th-Aug-2011 07:53 pm(no subject)
I can't believe it. I really can't. Like really. really. really. This has got to be the most horrible competition we've joined. I don't care if we're 2nd place in 3 of the 4 competitions (since we came last in the 4th one). The thing is, it's just NOT fair. We deserve 1st place - I'm not even biased - and everybody knows it. I might sound like a snobbish, screwed-up bitch, but it's true. Clearly SOMEBODY did SOMETHING to turn the tables around. She's been bullying us ever since term started, and BY MERLIN, if looks could kill, she would be dead ten times the n to the power of infinity. I am NOT a sore loser. Things just aren't what they're supposed to be. She is the worst bitch I've ever known in my entire life. She is a BIPOLAR BITCH. <_< I don't think I'll ever like her again. Whore.
24th-Aug-2011 09:03 pm(no subject)
This day has left me exhausted, sleepy and drained of all energy. Tomorrow's gonna be our Culminating Activity for our Buwan ng Wika, and I am so looking forward to it. I don't care if we win or lose, I just want this week to be over already.


Well, I might be very interested to know what my grades are next week. Or I just might be looking forward to a long weekend of procrastinating. Either way, I just want this week to end. Now. Tomorrow's still a Thursday, but it's not like we'll have classes on Friday, anyway. We never do. It'd be weird and disturbing if we started having classes on Fridays just because I happen to be whining about it.


I'm in Props again this year. Kinda reminds me of last year, but at least last year was... more memorable. Me, Shane and Ralph had to do a LOT of stuff for that - like, rent - AND FIND! - a smoke machine, but wires, bulbs, then there was that thing about dry ice, too... It was hell tiring, but really fun. I still remember that time when we went to a nearby mall and ended up buying two small CPU fans and one carton of milk which we shared. That was dinner. This year, a lot of us are in props, including Roxanne. and Shane. and Ralph. but it's not the same anymore. It's actually stressful now that the pressure is on us Seniors. Yesterday, I had to actually make an instrumental track for our Duet plus put together a video for our Weather News Report. And the internet was freakin slow. Like. this. slow. it. made. me. so. damn. mad.



AT LAST, everything's gonna end tomorrow. It'll be goodbye Buwan ng Wika and hello Intramurals. Another tiring activity which will be in 2-3 weeks. I won't be joining a sport if it's not going to be Volleyball, so FML, I'm heading the sportless committee this year if I have to.
1st-Jul-2011 06:26 pm(no subject)
A scream tore apart the silent atmosphere in Spinner's End, and Severus drew his wand automatically, looking around him. He put the piece of wood back as he noticed the source of the sound. Young Harry was flailing hysterically beside him, trapped in some kind of nightmare with the blankets wrapped tightly around his body, probably from struggling. The moment Severus drew the boy to him, Harry woke up and automatically snuggled into the comforting warmth of Severus' nightshirt, the boy’s fist curled tightly around the fabric. At the heavy sobs that escaped the boy, the man could hardly make out the spoken words.

"Harry, son, shush... What's wrong?" he asked in a worried tone, his voice washing over the child like honey.

"Don't take me back." Hiccup. "Please don't, sir!" Harry pleaded, tear-filled eyes gazing up at him imploringly. Lily's eyes. Sighing quietly, the Potions Master stepped out of the bed, the little boy still clinging to him. "I will never take you there again, young one." Sniffling, but nonetheless reassured of his fate, the boy stopped sobbing and rested his head on Severus' shoulder, a few hiccups escaping him.

"Would you like some hot chocolate to help you get back to sleep?" Severus asked, making his way to the kitchen, the boy propped on his hip as he summoned a house-elf quietly as to not draw the child's attention to it, gesturing for the drink to be made, expecting an affirmative answer from Harry.

"Yes, please." Harry answered with a yawn as Severus pulled out a chair and sat on it with him on the man's lap. The drink appeared before them, and the boy's eyes grew wide, staring at it in awe. "Where did it come from?"

Severus chuckled and cast a mild cooling charm on the drink so it wouldn't burn the boy's tongue. "It's magic." "B-b-but there's no such thing as magic!" the boy answered, turning to face the Potions Master. Severus’ face held an undecipherable expression before he answered in a soothing tone. "There is, Harry. I'm a wizard, and so are you. We can perform magic, contrary to what your relatives have drilled in you." Understanding dawned on the boy's face and his expression lit up like one of those colorful Christmas lights. "Wicked!"

Smirking, Severus motioned to the rapidly cooling drink. "Go on, have some chocolate. It's still too late in the night and too early in the morning for you to be up and about." His sadness vanishing, Harry turned back to face the table, beginning to drink the tasty concoction the house-elves had provided for him - though he didn't know that - while Severus stroked his hair and back in the sort of way a father might've done to his son. So caught up was he by his thinking that he almost didn't notice that the boy had fallen asleep in his arms.

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"Daaaaddy!"

Severus woke up to a small body hurling itself against his own, and for a moment, he frowned, confused at who would wake him up that way, but when the human ball sat on his chest and grinned triumphantly at its obvious success, realization kicked in. He shook his head and tweaked the little boy's nose, rolling his eyes and drawling a lazy "Good morning." Harry began bouncing on his chest, answering him with a wide grin. "Good Morning, Daddy." 'Woah, wait. Hold up,' he thought. 'Daddy?' His thoughts were left unanswered, though, as the boy slid off him and onto the floor, pulling his hand rather insistently. "Let’s go. I'll make breakfast and be a good boy."

At the phrase 'make breakfast', Severus pushed himself up and looked down on the boy, raising a brow. "No. If you were the one who did the chores and cooked food in your Aunt's house, you won't be doing it here. We have certain... servants... who do them. However, you will keep this room clean and will pick up your own mess. Understood?" The child's eyes grew as wide as plates, and after a moment, he threw them around Severus' stomach. "Thank you,", was all he said, arms tightly wound around the other man's.

"Let’s go down now, I’m sure the elv—breakfast is ready.” Severus said gruffly, planting a kiss on the boy’s hair before he unlatched the two skinny arms and held out a hand. Grinning up at him, Harry tugged him downstairs, stomach grumbling in hunger. Surprised even at himself, the Potions Master let out a chuckle, smirking at his newfound spawn. He could get used to days like this.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked. “Pancakes, Daddy.” the little boy answered. Knowing the elves could hear, he just nodded and allowed himself to be dragged toward the table. Harry sat across from him, clambering to reach his seat, his chest barely over the top of the table. Amused, but at the same time feeling a pang at the boy’s obvious malnourishment, Severus spelled the table to lower itself in order to accommodate the child. Harry shot him a look of pure astonishment, and he brandished his wand before the food appeared on the table. “Will I have one, too?” the child asked, fixing his eyes on the wand. “Of course. When you’re big enough, I will buy you one of these to use in school.”

Obviously satisfied, Harry started to work on wolfing down his pancakes as Severus just looked at him with a mixture of fondness and sorrow. The boy was a daily reminder of Lily Evans, the girl he never stopped loving, even after 5 years of her death. He couldn’t let her go, and deep inside, a part of him still believed she was alive. If only belief could turn into facts. “Is something wrong, Daddy?” a soft voice asked, and he turned toward it, surprised as he saw Harry standing beside him with worry in his eyes. “Did I do something bad?” “No, Harry, you didn’t. I was just… revisiting a few memories, is all.” he answered, smiling reassuringly at the boy. “Why are you calling me ‘Daddy’, by the way?” he continued, regretting his question as the words were out of his mouth. “Because you said I was your son last night,” the boy answered, looking confused. The events of the previous night flooded Severus’ mind and he remembered the words he spoke. He had called Harry ‘son’, and the boy had thought he was now his father. He was about to tell Harry that he wasn’t the boy’s father, but looking down at the child, his felt a prick in his heart and decided against it. “Ah… yes.” he supplied, flashing Harry a small smile. “Would you like to play ball?” he asked, noting the way the boy’s face flushed with happiness. “Yes!” came the jubilant answer, and he led the little one into the backyard, not noticing a woman observing them across the street. As they began playing, the woman smiled to herself, before turning her back and vanishing from sight.
27th-Jun-2011 06:38 pm - Surprise Fatherhood
Title: Surprise Fatherhood
Author: [info]miss_fatigue
Characters: Severus Snape/Harry Potter (Minor: Dursleys)
Genre: Family
Word Count: 1,231
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Just who will help Severus raise Harry? ;)
Disclaimer: I just take them to the sandbox to play. None of them are mine.
 


Severus cursed Albus Dumbledore for the umpteenth time that night. The nerve of the old man to send him all the way to Privet Drive to check on the spoiled Potter spawn! Read more...Collapse ) 
25th-Jun-2011 08:24 pm - Writer's Block: Toy box travesties
What childhood toy did you desperately want that your parents refused to give you? Do you still think about getting one?

 

A remote controlled car. I have it now, though. :)

20th-Jun-2011 02:46 pm - Korean Phrases of The Day
June 20, 2011

동생! 나는 할 수있다!
- I can do it!

June 17, 2011

나 너 싫어
- I hate you

June 16, 2011

날 혼자 있게 내버려 둬요
- Leave me alone

June 14, 2011


나 할 말 있어요..사랑해요
- I'll tell you something... I love you.
17th-Jun-2011 05:42 pm(no subject)
Title: Herbology with its Hidden Agenda
Author: miss_fatigue  
Rating: Mature audiences only
Characters: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin
Authors Notes: Tiger Lilies = "I dare you to love me."
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not one character at all. I just take them out to play. (:

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Severus glanced out his window as he heard the distinct rumble of thunder. Rolling up his shirt sleeves, he gave little attention to the waiting man in Read more...Collapse )
17th-Jun-2011 05:33 pm - Review. Study. All those boring crap.
 I was going to do my Homework last night so I could concentrate on my review today. LOL What happened instead was me being here, on Twitter, Tumblr and Facebook the entire night. I just got to make my Homework now, in fact. And I'm not even done. I still have to review before Mom comes home (so I wouldn't be cheating myself), and I still have to make my notes and do other things). I might just make another drabble, though. Or maybe this time yet, a fic! x) But we never know. Anyway, I'll be uploading one of my old fics on the 'community' after I post this. Getting a message in my email from LiveJournal is something to wake up to. ;) 

Here's a look at my English collage.

17th-Jun-2011 05:09 pm - Writer's Block: Leaping from the page
Which comic book character would you like to see on the silver screen? Who would you cast to play the role?

Archie.
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