His upper lip curled into a sneer. “What do you want?” Severus’ eyebrow arched with curiosity though he continued to look down at them. “You’re just proving to be in the way, aren’t you?”

Found these at an estate sale this afternoon...

@the-defected-one & @herethereismagic are home for the holidays (sort of)

“Telephone,” Severus corrected the dark-haired girl that currently sat cautiously on the edge of his bed. Moments ago she’d been pinching the corded phone in the kitchen between her thumb and middle finger, green eyes giving away her feeling of unease. The tentative way she moved around the house made Severus’ muscles ache. Mave Blackstone almost made you feel like you could catch being poor.

He exhaled softly turning his attention to his other housemate, Regulus Black. The younger boy didn’t seem to be exhibiting the same sort of discomfort as the girl.

“Muggles use them to talk to one another,” he repeated the response he’d given when she’d eyed it earlier. Admittedly, some of the wizarding ways proved to be a bit archaic in Severus’ opinion – such as owls. The concept still seemed to be lost on her as she blinked dumbly. That’s an odd look on her, he thought briefly — she tended to err on the side of a know-it-all, or at least act like she did. You never had any doubt that Mave Blackstone knew more than you and was better than you.

Severus allowed his gaze to jump back to Regulus — he made him more nervous than Mave did. Slender fingers toyed with a stray thread found on the covers of his bed. He could feel his stomach knotting as he anxiously awaited for Regulus to comment on something, anything.

“You dial someone’s number, it rings on their end and if they’re there, they pick it up,” his shoulders hunched slightly as he tried to fill their silence. Having Mave there he expected to be judged, even if she hadn’t said anything outright, it was what she did. Regulus shared much the same habit, if not a similar personality to his girlfriend, but still, Severus found himself far more anxious as to the boy’s response. His thoughts mattered, Mave’s...not so much.

Mave wrinkled her nose, crossing one ankle over the other as she stretched her legs out in front of her, hands moving behind to support her weight as she leaned back. “And if no one is there...” then no one responds. She answered herself, though Severus seemed to echo her own remark. “How do people not have the same number?” she couldn’t keep the perplexed note from seeping into her voice.

As was the habit, Mave’s curiosity was beginning to get the better of her, though she was doing her best to tread lightly. It was hard to say on what side of things Regulus would land on. His tongue was sharp when it came to people like Celeste, though that side of him was absent when around Severus. Of course, the older Slytherin did have a family name in his history, even if his blood was...tainted, or lacking...whatever it was people were so concerned with these days...instinctively her arms moved back around her front, one hand grabbing at her forearm. She’d seen the mark, both boys had it.

Since that moment Mave hadn’t felt like she’d been able to breathe properly. There was always at least one knot in her stomach and she had to work to hide how wary she was by knowing the marks were there. It isn’t like they’re going to bite you. Was the common phrase she used to remind herself. As a Slytherin from a Pureblood family most assumed she would be there right alongside Regulus and Severus.

“It’s a string of numbers,” Severus corrected her. Dark eyes glinted curiously. He’d allowed his attention to drift back to the girl at his side and noticed how she suddenly seemed protective of her arm. Had Regulus managed to persuade her? To convince her that what they were doing was for the greater good of the wizarding world?

A sinister smirk curled the corners of Severus’ lips. “Not that those numbers will mean much soon.”

—Headcanon “Last Name” (cont. of this HC)

Because of his hate for being called Snape (see link) he tends to get riled up when it happens (something the Marauders were likely to have abused, which proved to bring about the other students referring to him as Snape instead of Severus). 

This need to distance himself from his last name makes him distance himself from others by referring to them by their last names (see this post). 

You can usually gauge Severus’ feelings towards someone by how he addresses them (first names mean he’s closer to them, last names means he wants to create distance and so on).

— Headcanon “SNAPE”

Severus hates being called Snape because of the origins of the name (i.e. his abusive muggle father).

— Open

“And what’s to stop me from telling if I want?”

Hiatus (that I didn’t mean to take but I sort of did? But now I think I’m back)

So, I got back from my trip but then a lot of things happened in life (such as this post here on my other account (TW: Sexual Assult)).

I’ve been pretty unmotivated to write or do anything in general, but I’m going to try to do a few threads/posts/something? this week...so come around and let me love on you! 

The Devil Went Down to Georgia

I’ll be gone for the next ‘week’. (though my activity here is pretty minimal as it is?)

Anyhow, I’ll be in Georgia for the next week — I’ll be driving there this Friday/Saturday. This also means I’ll be in the car for 15+ hours!

So, if anyone wants my Discor.d, K.ik, Skyp.e and wants to keep me company while I travel, COME AT ME!

100% will plot and probably write you drabbles.

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