Post by One Song Glory on Jul 26, 2006 23:31:08 GMT -5
(OoC: Here's a short intro, in case my long one scares people. XD)
Angst-ridden and cheerfully inept, the young Slytherin misanthrope Severus Snape moved begrudgingly towards his usually well-loved library. Of course, he could claim no real possession of the book-wielding room, but he often looked to the place as a sanctuary from the rest of the comparatively abhorred school. Only the intellectually capable willingly spent time in the library, thus giving Severus some means of normal conversation. No where else in all of Hogwarts could he find even the most remote possibility of happiness, or a glimpse of friendship. Not that any of the book-worms found him a pal, but at least with their quiet tempers and heightened reasoning skills, Severus could feel a little less like an utter outcast. Conversations were short and far between, but they were better than what he received outside of the library. But he tried not to blame himself for the antics of the other students. Those too caught up in youthful aspirations like pranks and witless banter were of no equal to Severus, or so he reasoned with himself. Why else would a hefty percent of the school, including the four certain miscreants to whom all his loathing focused, take such delight in tormenting him but jealousy?
They -wished- they had his skills.
But today was not to be one of particular liking to the lad. Though he was slowly sauntering towards his beloved library, the back of his mind screamed its protestations. It was the middle of a school day, and even the idiotic needed to get their schoolwork done. Usually Severus only ventured from his personal hide-aways on weekends and later in the evening, but he too had work to be finished. Research papers scarcely succeeded a decent grade without, you know, research. Putting aside his reservations, Severus heaved a sigh and entered the abnormally busy library. The room was alive with light whispers, giving the room a somewhat tainted air. It was usually so quiet. Sighing again, this time in mild disgust, Severus moved towards the bookshelf in which his needed material stood waiting. The shelves were all so familiar to the half blood prince that he could almost navigate the room with his eyes closed. He, of course, had many volumes left within the collection to read through, but at least he knew where he could find them. Slowly, his thin fingers trailed along the spine of an impressive book, and he pulled it from the shelf into his free arm. Hugging it to his chest, he gave a look around the room. Every table seemed to have a small group of happy fools sitting around it, and they were all chattering about crushes while their books and schoolwork sat forgotten on the wood below.
With a short grunt, Severus took a seat at the end of a basically empty table. He sat away from the other pair now sharing it with him, though the distance put him uncomfortably close to the end of the table. Still, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. The two at the table with him were quite busy swapping spit, and Severus felt a strong need to be as far away from that as humanly possible. He hoisted his book bag from his side, setting it on the table with a light thud before opening it up to get some parchment and a quill for writing. Once he found the needed materials, Severus went quickly to work on his assignment.
The sooner he finished, the sooner he could escape.
Angst-ridden and cheerfully inept, the young Slytherin misanthrope Severus Snape moved begrudgingly towards his usually well-loved library. Of course, he could claim no real possession of the book-wielding room, but he often looked to the place as a sanctuary from the rest of the comparatively abhorred school. Only the intellectually capable willingly spent time in the library, thus giving Severus some means of normal conversation. No where else in all of Hogwarts could he find even the most remote possibility of happiness, or a glimpse of friendship. Not that any of the book-worms found him a pal, but at least with their quiet tempers and heightened reasoning skills, Severus could feel a little less like an utter outcast. Conversations were short and far between, but they were better than what he received outside of the library. But he tried not to blame himself for the antics of the other students. Those too caught up in youthful aspirations like pranks and witless banter were of no equal to Severus, or so he reasoned with himself. Why else would a hefty percent of the school, including the four certain miscreants to whom all his loathing focused, take such delight in tormenting him but jealousy?
They -wished- they had his skills.
But today was not to be one of particular liking to the lad. Though he was slowly sauntering towards his beloved library, the back of his mind screamed its protestations. It was the middle of a school day, and even the idiotic needed to get their schoolwork done. Usually Severus only ventured from his personal hide-aways on weekends and later in the evening, but he too had work to be finished. Research papers scarcely succeeded a decent grade without, you know, research. Putting aside his reservations, Severus heaved a sigh and entered the abnormally busy library. The room was alive with light whispers, giving the room a somewhat tainted air. It was usually so quiet. Sighing again, this time in mild disgust, Severus moved towards the bookshelf in which his needed material stood waiting. The shelves were all so familiar to the half blood prince that he could almost navigate the room with his eyes closed. He, of course, had many volumes left within the collection to read through, but at least he knew where he could find them. Slowly, his thin fingers trailed along the spine of an impressive book, and he pulled it from the shelf into his free arm. Hugging it to his chest, he gave a look around the room. Every table seemed to have a small group of happy fools sitting around it, and they were all chattering about crushes while their books and schoolwork sat forgotten on the wood below.
With a short grunt, Severus took a seat at the end of a basically empty table. He sat away from the other pair now sharing it with him, though the distance put him uncomfortably close to the end of the table. Still, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. The two at the table with him were quite busy swapping spit, and Severus felt a strong need to be as far away from that as humanly possible. He hoisted his book bag from his side, setting it on the table with a light thud before opening it up to get some parchment and a quill for writing. Once he found the needed materials, Severus went quickly to work on his assignment.
The sooner he finished, the sooner he could escape.