To Seek Illusion
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starduchessTitle: To Seek Illusion
Rating: G
Word Count: 315
Warnings: slight angst, character study
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snape_ldws round 2 week 4 prompt: smell, a memory
The Houses of Hogwarts were always divided along two party lines, that of the air and that of the ground. Those of the air felt they were far superior to everyone else because they could soar above the clouds, whereas those of the ground knew they were the more important ones since they laid the foundations of society. A few individuals found themselves caught between both worlds and struggled with the duality of their existence.
Severus Snape liked the dungeons. He never minded the cold; the walls around and the earth above and below felt safe and comforting; and his beloved potions lab welcomed him home with an assorted array of smells, bitter and sour and musky. Yet, he also liked the towers. Not the idiot children in them, but he enjoyed the mountainous view; the fresh breezes that brought pine from the Forbidden Forest and salt from the sea; the airy brightness that lightened his soul; and even the deep red of the setting sun that reminded him so much of his Lily's hair, but then his thoughts turned to sorrow again as darkness descended.
He wanted to fly, like he and she had done that day in May when the flowers were blooming and end tests were still weeks away. The upper-class students were down in Hogsmeade for the weekend and the rest of their fellow classmates were lounging around the lake. Severus and Lily had slunk off behind the Quidditch pitch with their brooms and took to the sky, just loving the day and each other, the scent of ozone from the early rains heightening the experience.
He knew he could never capture those days again. It was with a heavy heart that he turned away from the windows and trekked back down to his rooms, where the soil of his den could protect him from the insubstantial dreams in the sky.
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Rating: G
Word Count: 315
Warnings: slight angst, character study
Written for
snape_ldws round 2 week 4 prompt: smell, a memoryThe Houses of Hogwarts were always divided along two party lines, that of the air and that of the ground. Those of the air felt they were far superior to everyone else because they could soar above the clouds, whereas those of the ground knew they were the more important ones since they laid the foundations of society. A few individuals found themselves caught between both worlds and struggled with the duality of their existence.
Severus Snape liked the dungeons. He never minded the cold; the walls around and the earth above and below felt safe and comforting; and his beloved potions lab welcomed him home with an assorted array of smells, bitter and sour and musky. Yet, he also liked the towers. Not the idiot children in them, but he enjoyed the mountainous view; the fresh breezes that brought pine from the Forbidden Forest and salt from the sea; the airy brightness that lightened his soul; and even the deep red of the setting sun that reminded him so much of his Lily's hair, but then his thoughts turned to sorrow again as darkness descended.
He wanted to fly, like he and she had done that day in May when the flowers were blooming and end tests were still weeks away. The upper-class students were down in Hogsmeade for the weekend and the rest of their fellow classmates were lounging around the lake. Severus and Lily had slunk off behind the Quidditch pitch with their brooms and took to the sky, just loving the day and each other, the scent of ozone from the early rains heightening the experience.
He knew he could never capture those days again. It was with a heavy heart that he turned away from the windows and trekked back down to his rooms, where the soil of his den could protect him from the insubstantial dreams in the sky.
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