Slytherin Green
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starduchessTitle: Slytherin Green
Rating: PG
Word Count: 399
Warnings: a few cuss words
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snape_ldws round 1 week 5 prompt: envy
It was as it had always been. Ostracized, Snape sat on the outskirts of his peers, looking on with longing and contempt. Everyone was more glamorous than him, toned and athletic or smooth and supple, while he was awkward, gangly and unkept. Their families all had more money than his did, more position. His father’s name was a waste, and his maternal grandfather had practically disowned his mother and refused to acknowledge him, so he would get nowhere in that social circle. Only two things Snape had going for him: his friendship with Lily Evans, which had been slowly deteriorating for months now; and his mind and knowledge, primarily his potions ability, but of course no one ever cared about that. They all hated potions, taking much more an interest in charms and flashy spells.
Point of fact, the crowd was once again worshiping that obnoxious bastard, James Potter. As if Quidditch wasn’t enough, flashing red and gold all over the school like some Beltane bonfire, Potter had to go flaunting his transfiguration skills changing all the benches in the Great Hall into galloping horses. The worst part was that he still would not leave Lily alone, instead he hoisted her shrieking up onto the horse-bench next to him. Dammit, he had a dozen other girls lusting after him, why did he have to pick Snape’s one and only friend, who clearly never liked James.
Snape spent hours researching hexes and even some slightly dark curses to reap upon the Mauraders. They had traded insults back and forth for years now, but his enemies always seemed to have the upper hand. He’d been looking through Masterful Hexes of the 13th Century when he heard a spell cast.
“Mobilicorpus!”
Shit! he thought as he was lifted upside down in the yard. Calm down, Severus. You can deal with this. Except that Lily came to his defense and all dignity was lost.
“I don’t need help from a filthy Mudblood like her!”
As Lily huffed and walked away, his tormentors following her, Snape realized that he had lost her too. Now he had no one and it appeared as if James claimed another victory. Rage consumed him as he looked upon the emptiness of his life.
Maybe there was another way to get what he wanted.
He stumbled off to contact Lucius Malfoy. It was time to make some new friends.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 399
Warnings: a few cuss words
Written for
snape_ldws round 1 week 5 prompt: envyIt was as it had always been. Ostracized, Snape sat on the outskirts of his peers, looking on with longing and contempt. Everyone was more glamorous than him, toned and athletic or smooth and supple, while he was awkward, gangly and unkept. Their families all had more money than his did, more position. His father’s name was a waste, and his maternal grandfather had practically disowned his mother and refused to acknowledge him, so he would get nowhere in that social circle. Only two things Snape had going for him: his friendship with Lily Evans, which had been slowly deteriorating for months now; and his mind and knowledge, primarily his potions ability, but of course no one ever cared about that. They all hated potions, taking much more an interest in charms and flashy spells.
Point of fact, the crowd was once again worshiping that obnoxious bastard, James Potter. As if Quidditch wasn’t enough, flashing red and gold all over the school like some Beltane bonfire, Potter had to go flaunting his transfiguration skills changing all the benches in the Great Hall into galloping horses. The worst part was that he still would not leave Lily alone, instead he hoisted her shrieking up onto the horse-bench next to him. Dammit, he had a dozen other girls lusting after him, why did he have to pick Snape’s one and only friend, who clearly never liked James.
Snape spent hours researching hexes and even some slightly dark curses to reap upon the Mauraders. They had traded insults back and forth for years now, but his enemies always seemed to have the upper hand. He’d been looking through Masterful Hexes of the 13th Century when he heard a spell cast.
“Mobilicorpus!”
Shit! he thought as he was lifted upside down in the yard. Calm down, Severus. You can deal with this. Except that Lily came to his defense and all dignity was lost.
“I don’t need help from a filthy Mudblood like her!”
As Lily huffed and walked away, his tormentors following her, Snape realized that he had lost her too. Now he had no one and it appeared as if James claimed another victory. Rage consumed him as he looked upon the emptiness of his life.
Maybe there was another way to get what he wanted.
He stumbled off to contact Lucius Malfoy. It was time to make some new friends.