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Table for ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) 50drabbles, table three
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| 2009-06-12 23:18 |
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Mute
“Severus.”
The counselor is sitting on his haunches, hands on knees. He looks bored, and green. Behind him, the nurse wrings her hands together, watching them both. She’s young and she stares at Severus, begging him to say something.
“Severus, you know…sometimes, it’s okay to talk about things at home…if you’re scared…” The Counselor says. “Do they take care of you there? Are you…hurt?”
Severus stares at her, memorizing her red hair in the sun. He’d never seen anything so vivid. He’s too young to know he thinks she is beautiful, but he does.
“Severus? Won’t you say anything? Severus…”
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| 2008-07-06 22:45 |
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Present
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Future
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Soul
( Soul )
Impressed
( Impressed )
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| 2008-07-06 03:06 |
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Sunshine
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| 2008-07-04 02:13 |
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Stolen Moments
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Map
( Map )
Sacrifice
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Mutiny
( Mutiny )
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| 2008-07-01 20:59 |
| Yep. Meme. Moo. Bored. Moshe Dayan. |
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Pick your drabble!
Pick a number and I'll write a double drabble based on my muse[s] and your muse[s.] You can pick your top three and I'll write at least one.
1. Playful!
2. Murderous!
3. Flailing!
4. Incarcerated!
5. Deviant!
6. Ill!
7. Intoxicated!
8. Wildly Inappropriate!
9. Eloquent!
10. Cooking!
11. Naked!
12. Bitchy!
13. Inexperienced!
14. Young!
15. Long-winded!
16. Bedtime!
17. Jealous!
18. Inquisitive!
19. Confused!
20. Arrogant!
21. Angry!
22. Loving!
23. Working!
24. Needs-a-Hug!
25. Choose-your-own!
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| 2008-06-27 19:53 |
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Restraints
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Coffee
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Mouse
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Aroused
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Past
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| 2008-06-20 16:43 |
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OOC: for the amusement of Minnie mun, and my attempt to write comedy.
June, 1985
My dearest Professor McGonagall,
In keeping with the spirit of inter-House unity, proving Slytherin to be gracious winners and in consideration of your rather advanced age my House has decided to send the enclosed photo House and Quidditch cups. They realize you were somewhat fond of them and would hate for you to be without at least the slightest memory of their presence. They were also kind enough to don the colors of gold and red, since because of your age, your memory no doubt is also fading and they wanted to make sure you recognized it. I was only too happy to oblige my charitable House; since it is unlikely you will see either Cup anytime in the foreseeable future.
Your ever-faithful servant,
Severus Snape
Head of Slytherin House
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| 2008-06-20 16:21 |
| [JP] Write a letter to your hero. |
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OOC: for the amusement of Minnie mun, and my attempt to write comedy.
( Owl delivered to Abraxas Malfoy )
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| 2008-06-17 00:14 |
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OOC:Knicked because seriously, this is a character that would jump on a meme like this. Surprised Heidegger and Marx didn't make appearances.
( A little surprised at the findings...wonder would grown up Sev would get. )
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| 2008-06-12 23:43 |
| ...you and me Lils...we'd survive |
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52% Created by OnePlusYou
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| 2008-05-30 03:20 |
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Despair
Author: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) someones_son
Rating: PG for disturbing imagery
Word Count: 803
Prompt: He felt a soft hand caress his neck as the warm air of a whispered word ghosted across his ear.
Author’s Note: Certain liberties were taken with this ficlet. It is a Neil Gaiman’s Sandman crossover and therefore shouldn’t be taken as “canon” for the RPs…although it’s not far off. If you are unfamiliar with it the comics, sufficed to say this: Severus is visited by the personification of Despair. Cross-posted like nobody's business. Eventually I'll stop flooding your f-list.
There is a boy, small and forgotten in the corner of the room. He is a small thing, even for one so young but his eyes are strong: pitch black and emotionless. Everything else about him screams fear. He is pale skinned, his face hallowed out by lack of sleep. He cannot sleep because of the heavy footsteps in the hall that he always hears even when they aren’t there. He can’t help it. His stomach use to ache, from hunger or fear but it has long since abandoned that fruitless pursuit. Now it throbs. It makes his small hands shake, and the boy’s bony red knuckles crack as he flexes them against the cold.
( He looks like a spider... )
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| 2008-05-21 02:12 |
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“Kneel.”
It is not a request, and Severus feels himself freezing. It doesn’t matter that he’s there with the royalty of the Wizarding World looking at him with pride and expectancy. That this is what he wants.
Voldemort stands there like a god flanked on either side by that royalty. “I said, kneel.”
Severus hesitates again, glancing long ways at the door. Gauging how far he’d get. Voldemort seems to recognize that too, because his tone becomes softer. He moves towards the younger man, placing one hand on his shoulder. “My son? Give me your arm…”
He obeys after that.
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| 2008-05-09 00:30 |
| 018. Emergency Room |
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He isn’t crying because that would be weakness. The pain makes him dizzy, and he flinches from the nurse’s touch. She keeps glancing at him with that look people get when they know you’re lying. He’s not. She hasn’t asked any questions.
He catches what the doctor is telling Tobias in the doorway. Two breaks in his left humerus, and a fracture of his forearm. Three breaks. He has a dislocated shoulder as well and you don’t know how he got it, do you?
Tobias says no, but the boy is always out with dangerous folk. He deserved it, probably.
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| 2008-05-09 00:27 |
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Too small. Don’t cry.
They’re too busy screaming at each other to tell him anything. Sometimes they throw things across the room and it gets too loud, much too loud for someone so small. Plates shatter as Eileen throws them and Tobias can only dodge, until he tires of her temper and cuts through her defensives.
A massive paw grabs that tender and thin twig of a wrist and the magic stops.
That’s what Severus knows, that is he is too small.
He covers his ears, silencing the tremors that run through his body.
Too small. Too small.
Don’t cry.
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| 2008-03-26 18:50 |
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“The rich,” he said to me in a thoughtful tone I heard but once before. “The rich are bored.”
“We were alone in a crowded room, just Master and servant. He was my world and I had his attention, so I smiled (wouldn’t you?) “Oh?”
“And the poor are angry.”
“I believe you.” I said, how could I not? “And what are you?”
“What am I?” The voice was surprised. The eyes, bright red and blazing, caught me. “I am a King.” And I believed him too, sitting there alone at his knee.
He was, as I said, my world.
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| 2008-03-26 00:58 |
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Severus hides the bruises.
It’s easy and he’s had years of practice, even before school. It’s nothing as simple and cliché as ‘I tripped’ and ‘I took a turn too fast on the road.’ He gets inventive. He creates a whole other Severus for Professors and the neighbors who ask.
This Severus plays sports, not well. His back and legs are sore from all those football games. He worships his dad’s car even though all those nights working on the engine- piece of shit- bang up his arms pretty bad. He smiled, annoyed, embarrassed and proud.
It’s his first mask.
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