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Mar 17, 2008 13:43:20 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 13:43:20 GMT -5
"I will do that & believe me many would see & think of me less then a man then your words, also if they though any less of me & I am sure that some do I would not be one" He looked at her "But you are welcome any time to amuse me with, the kind of man, you think you see me to be"
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Mar 17, 2008 13:55:09 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 13:55:09 GMT -5
“Do you know what your problem is, Herr Professor?” She looked greatly amused, and obviously she was going to tell him whether or not he was interested in hearing her opinion on the matter. “You’re the consummate Slytherin and you can’t stand that I’m trying to depose you. If you just got over it you’d have a much sharper edge.” Now she was toying with him.
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Mar 17, 2008 14:05:44 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 14:05:44 GMT -5
At her first words "No do tell" His voice was nothing but sarcasm. "I think I have a sharp enough edge & I know how much a slytherin I am" He moved closer to her as he taunted "How is your mind holding up, have you though about cracking yet?"
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Mar 17, 2008 14:23:46 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 14:23:46 GMT -5
“Oh that’s it. I’m so terribly upset – you’ve got me.” Her tone was bored and monotonous as her left hand continued to mark papers, not even bothering to glance up when he moved closer. “The truth of the matter is, I’ve thought about cracking about as often as I’ve seriously considered taking a Blast-Ended Skrewt to bed with me.” Then she sharply looked up, one half a smile quirking a side of her mouth. “Why don’t you sit in the corner and read a book and I’ll get you some gruel, old man. Your decent into dotage seems inevitable, if you think a little prodding is going to get the better of me.” What in the world? She was… teasing him. In a friendly, open (or as friendly and open as she got) way, she was making fun of him- but not meanly. If anything, she sounded indulgent.
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Mar 17, 2008 14:31:24 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 14:31:24 GMT -5
"Yes it must be for what else could it be" He said sarcastic once more "I see well then at least I know it will take a lot more on my part to see that happen" At her last words he was suppered "Old am I, then what does that make you? And I have not even begin to as you call it prodding"
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Mar 17, 2008 14:54:39 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 14:54:39 GMT -5
“You’re almost ten years older than I, Herr Professor. More, I still look exactly as I did when I was twenty. You’re old before your time and going soft. I fear it can’t be helped. Sooner or later you’ll stop shaving and your hair will go white, and you’ll go about offering everyone lemon drops and meddling in other people’s affairs.” She said the symptoms like they were from a disease and incurable with a gentle mockery in her voice. “Don’t worry. I’ll always hold a special place in my heart for that cantankerous, churlish knave of a Potions Master that stole my heart at fourteen.” Now she was just being ridiculous, and apparently enjoying every minute of it.
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Mar 17, 2008 22:16:43 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 22:16:43 GMT -5
"Let us just jump for joy & be envies of you for the age you look. If I am going soft then I must be loosing my touch something that must be changed. He looked at her "Parish the tough of going around offering people lemon drops, that would make me almost human" At her last words he saw it as only a trap "What ever you say, you simply wish to toy with ones emotions to find there weakness. It is a bit hard when one has not heart & in many ways no soul" His eyes flickered "And if I was cruller your tung would of been stilled from the start"
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Mar 17, 2008 22:54:53 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 22:54:53 GMT -5
At his final comment she exclaimed, “Aha! There’s the right bastard I fell in love with. Excuse me while I swoon.” Her black eyes caught his and sparkled in a way that demanded, ‘why don’t you laugh, man, it would be good for you.’ Her overall tone had been one of a jesting friend, but it did call into question if, at the impressionable age of fourteen, she actually had had a crush on him. In retrospect with consideration that she was the one who brought the topic up, it was highly probable – and if it hadn’t been puppy love, he had certainly been her favorite teacher.
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Mar 17, 2008 23:01:13 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 23:01:13 GMT -5
He heard her words it was a bit of a surprise at her words of swooning he looked disgusted, at the idea. "You swoon near me & you will not like the out come" His eyes spark back but he was not laughing, no he was meaning his words. He though the idea of her swooning was just stupid, but there was more to it even if it mattered little.
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Mar 17, 2008 23:12:02 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 23:12:02 GMT -5
The truth of the matter was she looked far from swooning. Idly, she put the quill down, her fingers absently going to toy with the high collar of her jacket, an unconscious gesture indicating she was thinking. When her eyes met his they were quite serious now and she inquired, almost gently, or perhaps sadly, “Haven’t you ever laughed at anything, Herr Professor?”
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Mar 18, 2008 8:11:58 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 18, 2008 8:11:58 GMT -5
"Is that what you are trying to get me to do? Pity & on I am not one for laughing it is pointless"
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Mar 18, 2008 11:00:52 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 18, 2008 11:00:52 GMT -5
The woman stood, raising an eyebrow, her face once again inscrutable. She placed the essays she was grading in her pack once more as she said, “Forgive me, then, Herr Professor, for mistaking you with something living rather than undead. It was terribly bad form of me. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to your miserable existence.” She shouldered her bag and headed for the door.
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Mar 18, 2008 15:12:59 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 18, 2008 15:12:59 GMT -5
He heard her words, he was cold, colder then he needed to be but, it was what he knew. He watched her move to leave, he moved to allow her to pass moving to take a book off a shelf before moving to take a seat, by the fire.
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Mar 18, 2008 16:10:07 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 18, 2008 16:10:07 GMT -5
She paused at the door, her head bowed, and she addressed him, “You called me ängstlich once, and you were right.” Unseen to him, her face was moving far more expressively than it ever did when she was facing him. “I’m afraid of a lot of things,” of course, she didn’t supply what they were, but it would be pretty easy to guess. After all, this was a woman who had everything. Losing any of it, her country, the respect of her people, her power, her marriage, or any of the other things that defined her, seemed unacceptable, and cause for worry. “but living, Herr Professor, is not one of them.” The implication in her final words before she walked through the doorway was obvious.
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Mar 18, 2008 16:16:32 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 18, 2008 16:16:32 GMT -5
He heard her words it was like a blow to him & he knew that it was best to let her leave as she wanted then, continue to the point he would acted with out thinking.
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