what we do when we're alone {open}

[severus snape]

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BEACUASE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU
i don't care what you do. i don't care about you. i don't care, get a clue.

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The classroom was more of a memory to Severus as he walked around the desks, rubbing his fingers along the wood to collect the dust. It felt unknown yet oddly familiar. Like a dream a child has in which someone seems to be a friend but they've never met. He could remember teaching Defense Against The Dark Arts. It was, after all, one of the highlights of his teaching career here at Hogwarts. He had liked no other class better than this, no other classroom more than the one in these walls.

But, those days where gone. This was no longer his room, no longer his right to teach these lessons. He wasn't sure who was taking over this classroom, but he figured Dumbledore would find someone soon. He could faintly remember the headmaster announcing the new professor during the first night's dinner, but that was a few days ago and his mind was elsewhere. When a war was going on between two sides of which he was both involved, he was never quite able to stay focused upon trivial things like professor changes at this school.

Regardless, Snape was now in the room and that was all that mattered to him at the moment. He didn't worry about being caught snooping in a classroom that wasn't his. Not only because he figured he had enough prominence in this school to do whatever he pleased, but also because he knew no one would mess with him. He had Dumbledore's trust, which was enough to keep anyone on the safe list at Hogwarts. He sat in the desk at the front of the room, pushing his robe behind him and scooting the chair up until he could lean over the hardwood in his most menacing manner. His hair fell in front of his eyes as he looked at the many desks in front of him, envisioning the fearful faces that would normally be filling them. The students would look at him with those worried little looks on their filthy faces and he would have all of the power. This was his throne: the desk.

"No Mr. Potter, you may not speak out of turn," he said aloud, his voice booming against the empty walls of the room. "Now go. You have been expelled." He lifted his wand, pointing it at various desks in the room, his mind casting whatever spells he desired against the fake people filling the chairs. If only he could daydream like this every day.

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STATUS: finished
TAGGED: open
LYRICS: skye sweetnum
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[izrael wychalde]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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Izrael had been hunting for Professor Snape for over an hour now and was starting to feel a bit put out. No one had seen him. The blond boy had even gone as far as to ask sniveling POTTER if he'd seen him. Which of course then Harry started to prattle on and he'd gotten bored and walked off in mid conversation. Potter was just THAT interesting. He walked through a group of kids, elbowing his way through, his fingers entangled at his mantle tightly as he shoved through.

"Watch it Mudblood." He hissed sweetly under his breath, upon recognizing a student from his class. Her mother was a Muggle, not that he paid any attention or anything, of course. He shoved her out of his way and walked past with his pretty head held high.

He stormed down the corridors with a frustrated but cool expression on his face, his eyebrows pulled into a frown. He was just about to lose his temper when a LOUD and very familar voice echo ahead of him in the halls and his eyebrows shot up.

What? He was expelling Potter?!

He paused in his stride and looked over his shoulder in confusion. How the hell had Potter got past him without him even NOTICING?! He walked towards the Dark Arts classroom and pulled the door open a little, peering inside and the corner of his mouth twitching in slight amusement as he saw the older man prancing his wand around like it was a muggle Christmas.

Blinking slowly, the young boy pulled the door open and slipped through almost silently, approaching the desk at the front. Stopping at the last student desk towards the front. He stared at the teacher a little distractedly before pearching on the corner, fluttering his eyelashes a little coyly. "You should be careful what you're yelling out sir, it echod enough down the corridors to wake the dead. Wouldn't want Professor Dumbledore having a heart attack over his precious potter." His voice was spiteful but light and sweet, sickly sweet almost.

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[/color] sucky start
( STATUS )[/color] done
( TAGGED )[/color] Snape
( MUSIC )[/color] dreams - The Cranberries.
( OUTFIT )[/color] tight black leggins, silk black top. Fur mantle over slim shoulders. Black heeled boots.
( CREDIT )[/color] RHYS of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]

[severus snape]

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BEACUASE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU
i don't care what you do. i don't care about you. i don't care, get a clue.

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The professor was lost in his imaginary world, reminding himself that despite whatever chilling words his mother would say to him, even adults can dream. There was no limit or age restriction upon having a daydreaming session, especially when it came to pretending to feel the joy of expelling students you deeply disliked. Even when you couldn't outwardly display this hatred.

Snape jumped, whipping his wand in the direction of the voice, ready to strike. His mouth was open, words forming into a spell to erase the memory of whoever was standing in the doorway long enough to hear what he had been saying. Not only was it slightly embarrassing to be caught talking to oneself while holding such a prominent position at the school, but it was also not something Severus should have been caught saying in public. He lowered his wand, however, when his eyes fell upon the young boy standing in front of him. Had it been a boy from any other house than Slytherin, the spell would have been cast. But this particular boy was of no harm right now, and Snape was slightly relieved.

"I wasn't expecting you Mr. Wychalde," he announced, his voice deep and demanding as always. It was out of his control. "I expect you will repeat none of what you have seen or heard in this room." He cocked an eyebrow, looking at Izrael with a look clearly more of a command than a question. "I can't imagine what would happen if the words you just heard were spilled to the headmaster." He assumed the boy understood what Snape meant. Should he tattle, it would not be in his best interest.

He placed his wand back inside of his robe, feeling no need for it now. Part of him was a little worried about who else was in the hallway. Had anyone else heard him pretend to expel students - and not just any student, but Potter himself - it could be detrimental to his job. "Did you need me for something?" he asked the blonde-headed boy standing next to him as he opened several drawers in the desk, looking for anything left behind.

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STATUS: finished
TAGGED: izrael
LYRICS: skye sweetnum
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[izrael wychalde]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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Curious. Izrael's eyes followed the dark haired man's each move with intense, serious eyes. The corner of his lips twitched again as he listened to the Professor remind him how hazardous the information he possessed could be to his job. Lips parted to allow a pink tongue to wet at the corner of his mouth, leaving his lips wet and shining.

He could easily take this many ways. It was in his nature to be sly and maybe even a little manipulative. Smoothing slender baby blue painted nails down his thighs, the young boy pushed himself onto his feet and strolled lazily over to the Teacher's desk, depositing his pert bottom on the side of it. He knew he was pushing it but wanted to act casual. There was of course a reason (other than the eye-candy) for him being in the older man's pretense but he wanted to make sure they would not be disturbed first.

Leaning on his hand, to tilt his head to the side for a better few of the man's profile. Izrael yawned softly and narrowed his eyes. "I understand completely ...Severus. Perhaps we can come to some kind of arrangement then?" He sent him a sharp smile, full of teeth and cheek.

He hadn't yet told Snape of his problems with the Cruciatus Curse because well frankly they weren't supposed to know how to use it. But Izrael also knew that if he was to become a death eater and a good one he would have to over come his stupid little problem. He knew that Snape would be the best person to help him through it. He would push him relentless... if he would do it that was.

Everyone kept saying that Snape had gotten soft in his old age. But in his opinion the potions master was only more experienced. He didn't need to throw his power around to make people respect him, they automatically did. That kind of power was something that Izrael wanted for himself.

..It was also REALLY fucking hot.

He slipped his pinky into his mouth and bit down on the end before facing the man completely, giving his an obviously fake look of innocence. Everyone who know he was knew that he was anything BUT innocent. "Urgh, and must you call me Mr. Wychalde? My father's dead you know, but it doesn't mean I am master of anything." He sounded a little sour about that but brushed it off as if it meant nothing but a stick in the road. "You're welcome to call me Izrael... since no one is around."

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[/color] sucky start
( STATUS )[/color] done
( TAGGED )[/color] snape
( MUSIC )[/color] the weepies.
( OUTFIT )[/color] tight black leggings, silk black top. fur mantle over slim shoulders. black heeled boots.
( CREDIT )[/color] RHYS of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]

[severus snape]

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BEACUASE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU
i don't care what you do. i don't care about you. i don't care, get a clue.

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Not every student that walked these halls had the bravery, and the utter lack of fear, that Izrael Wychalde apparently possessed. Snape had never run into a child at this school who would talk back to him, forgetting the power he held. It bothered him only momentarily, long enough only to cause his back to become straighter, using his height as a powerful reminder of his importance. The last student to call him Severus was the Malfoy boy, and that was almost exceptable. Snape knew what Draco's motivations were, and more importantly, where his ellegiance lies. But he wasn't so sure with this one. A Slytherin with an attitude was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, it was quite expected. Yet, Snape needed to be absolutely sure if this student was planning on being an ally of the order or the darkness.

"Yes, yes. I do remember your father's story," he nodded his head empathatically. He possessed a sort of sympathy for anyone who suffered such a loss. Everyone except Potter, of course. Yet, Snape knew anyone planning on allying with the Death Eaters needed to overcome this sensitivity to death. He made a note of this as he continued. "You'll have to forgive me for bringing his memory into light."

He rummaged through the drawers, looking for something - anything, that would give him a clue as to who was teaching the course. Or, what he wished for most, was something a previous proffesor had left behind. Something valuable, or secretive. Snape was not afraid to pry, or eavesdrop, or anything of the sort. And there were very precious objects floating around the wizarding world in desparate need of finding by someone like the professor, and not someone like Potter and his gang. "And what kind of arrangement do you have in mind, Izrael?" he asked curiously, taking out an old book from the drawer. He thumbed through it, flipping the pages until he lost interest. He tossed it over his shoulder, ignoring the loud thump it made as it hit the wall. "A passing grade in one of your courses?" he asked, tossing pens behind him like a child digging in an easter basket, ignoring the plastic eggs in search of the candy. "Is that what your after?"

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STATUS: finished
TAGGED: izrael
LYRICS: skye sweetnum
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[izrael wychalde]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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I WILL SHOW YOU HOW ALL THE BITE MARKS IMPRESS.
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Izrael decided he quite liked how Snape would straighten up to his full height every time that he would feel like his power was threatened. Severus was much taller than himself and it made his heart race just a little. It was also a welcome distraction from the frivolity of talking about his father passed, his heart almost... ALMOST cold to it now. "Oh, never mind that." He waved a slender hand as if to brush the subject away from him, like it was offensive to him.

It wasn't though. He of course did miss his father and he'd been a good asset to the Death Eaters. His jaw tightened a little proudly and he flipped his flaxen hair over his shoulder distractedly. He had almost laughed when Severus had suggested he needed high marks for a class. He wasn't failing in anything but getting his point across. Gone was the slightly flirty air and was now replaced with a seriousness he hoped the teacher could feel.

"Don't be silly, Severus. I don't need you for that." A snort of amusement. Maybe a tad insulting. But true, they both knew that if he wanted perfect marks on something there were plenty of people to go to, to get the information he wold need to get those marks. He sat up straight and swung one of his slender legs over the draw Severus was currently dispersing of all contents.

He wanted his full attention.

Lazily he glanced over his shoulder then turned back to meet the teachers eyes. His own green eyes were bright and deadly serious, his face cool and impassive. "I need you to help me overcome a little problem I seem to have. With a certain, painful curse I can't quite... apply myself to." His voice had dropped to a near whisper, a hand coming up to splay out in front of his as he studied his nails.

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[/color] good morning!
( STATUS )[/color] done
( TAGGED )[/color] snape
( MUSIC )[/color] Oh Darlin' - Zac Hanson.
( OUTFIT )[/color] tight black leggings, silk black top. fur mantle over slim shoulders. black heeled boots.
( CREDIT )[/color] RHYS of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]

[severus snape]

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BEACUASE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU
i don't care what you do. i don't care about you. i don't care, get a clue.

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Snape was convinced this boy was asking for trouble. He had yet to meet a student willing to turn down his assistance with grades. It was hurting his power trip a little bit and every time this boy sniped back at him, Severus' ego took a small, quite miniscule hit. But, any hit to an ego this big was slightly irritating. Yet, Snape was intrigued by the character of the student in front of him. He reminded him greatly of himself at this age. Severus had always been the sneaky student in these halls, asking professors for help behind the scenes. Of course, he was using all of the help and favors to increase his knowledge of the dark arts for something less than noble, but no one - especially Dumbledore - knew of this. And he planned on keeping it that way. He could only hope Izrael had the same goals in mind.

"You do realize you have great potential, Izrael?" Snape posed, more of a statement than a question to be answered. The rhetorical question floated in the air with his cocked eyebrow, glancing the boy up and down in a look that could be read in two ways. To the normal student in these halls, they would assume their professor meant potential in grading or in becoming a great wizard. To the student looking for a darker path upon graduation, they would likely understand he meant great potential in the ways of the Dark Lord. He could see a potential follower from a mile away, and this Slytherin boy showed a strong demeanor behind his frail structure.

He huffed a sigh, slamming the drawer shut. The impact caused a few papers and utencils to come falling though the desk after cracks made their way through the wood as a result of the force. He kicked them aside, whipping his robe in front of him as he sat on the edge of the desk. "A curse, you say?" he raised his eyebrows curiously, studying the boy for any sign of deception. "Cruciatus?" he whispered, which was a rare occasion for someone as domineering as Severus. He looked around for spies before quickly adding, "I'm sure you're well aware I am the master of this particular spell." He was more than just bragging. He was offering his service. For a price, of course.

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STATUS: finished
TAGGED: izrael
LYRICS: skye sweetnum
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[izrael wychalde]

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PART YOUR LIPS A BIT MORE, I'LL SWALLOW YOUR FEAR.
KISS AND CONTROL

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I WILL SHOW YOU HOW ALL THE BITE MARKS IMPRESS.
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If asked he would deny that the compliment from Snape sent a thrill through him like no other teacher had been able to achieve. None of their compliments even warmed him in the slightest. Severus however wasn't every other teacher though. He was powerful and though it gave Izrael much amusement to make him feel LESS powerful it did no good because the teacher would just take it back with a look from his glowering eyes.

The left corner of his mouth curled up in satisfaction before he turned his knees towards the older man, slipping down to the floor and facing him. "Exactly." He couldn't even get himself to say the damned curse. "Another reason why I wouldn't go anywhere else, Severus." Never mind that Severus didn't know about the other reason, and until now, if he caught on that was, he hadn't known there was something else. And he wouldn't know what that something else was. But he wanted to keep the older man guessing.

Moving closer, Izrael arched a strong eyebrow and sat hand upon hip. "Since we both know what happened, there will be no questions." He growled softly, his green owl eyes widening a little before he lowered his lashes in thought. "I need you to push me, put pressure on me." He needed to be pushed past his fear, he wasn't even sure why or what made him afraid. It had been horrible, but if he'd seen it now he probably wouldn't have any fears about doing it. He had only been a child and now it was an irrational fear and right now his only downfall. He had to overcome it. He wasn't going to fail his father like this. He wasn't going to fail himself.

Izrael knew this help wouldn't come for free. It was only natural for the Potions master to want something in return and he was pretty much ready to do anything to pay for it. With his terms of course. He wasn't completely stupid, who really knew where anyone's intentions were these days. It was dangerous and he liked it. He stepped closer, letting the professor tower over him once again, upturning his chin to look the man in the eyes.

"You'll help?" He half demanded, his jaw tightening stubbornly.

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[/color] good morning!
( STATUS )[/color] done
( TAGGED )[/color] snape
( MUSIC )[/color] Oh Darlin' - Zac Hanson.
( OUTFIT )[/color] tight black leggings, silk black top. fur mantle over slim shoulders. black heeled boots.
( CREDIT )[/color] RHYS of caution2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]

[severus snape]

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BEACUASE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOU
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This was an interesting situation the professor had found himself in. All he had planned on doing that day was accomplishing his task of destroying and/or taking over the Dark Arts room so that no other professor may be able to further mold the minds of Hogwarts students into law-abiding, Dumbledorian Army ants. Yet, here Severus sat. Next to a boy he wasn't too familiar with, but knowledgeable enough to know his past. He had, after all, possessed that soft spot for children suffering great loss. Despite its ability to turn even the darkest of men into cowards, Snape appreciated the sensitivity of death when it was a close relative or friend. He had experienced the shattering feeling a few times himself. And for that reason, he was willing to help the student.

"Only because you understand that it is my job at this school to create the best possible students," he explained, in a rather sarcastic way. There was very little truth to that statement, yet Severus did believe he was doing his job at creating more well-rounded, experienced wizards for the future world. Just what side they were on was his folly. "And, you understand, that as a professor, it is nary my choice, but my duty to lend my assistance to desiring students." He arched his back, sitting as straight as possible, reading the boy's eyes for any sign of reaction to his words. He needed to be certain there was no weakness or hint of deception in those young eyes.

"That being said," he nodded over to the door before pulling his wand out, and in one swift motion, uttering a single word to slam it shut. A light clicking noise proved it was locked and Severus returned his attention to the boy. "I will grant you my assistance." He glanced him up and down, his nose held in the air. "You understand our terms, I assume. The headmaster hears nothing about my pretend Potter playdate and, likewise, he isn't to discover your secret lessons. If he did, I'm afriad it would result in your expulsion and my departure. Neither of which would be best for this school." Of course by the word 'school' he meant 'Voldemort.'

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STATUS: finished
TAGGED: izrael
LYRICS: skye sweetnum
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0