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asgardmeridiem2013-12-04 02:53 am
albuquerque) wrote in asgardmeridiem2013-12-04 02:53 am
Fading sun, what have I done
Who: Severus Snape and closed threads to: Alice Liddell, Barty Crouch Jr., Voldemort, Hermione. Otherwise OPEN TO EVERYONE.
What: The aftermath of Mirror Verse
When: Days 365 through to 367-ish (up to and including the earthquake)!
Where: Various places around the city
Rating: PG for now, though there will be some violence at some point.
[Upon returning to the real Asgard, upon realising with sick dread that he's returned without Lily, Severus goes into hiding for the following two days. It's the only thing he can do while war is still waging outside. He's so bone-weary, feels so physically and mentally broken, that he can't face another moment of devastation and destruction and terror. He can't bare to think about Lily still being trapped there, unsafe, lost, her life horribly in danger.
He's failed her. Again. Seems that's the curse he has to live with: always failing the very woman he secretly, desperately, longingly loves with every wretched fibre of his being.
Despite how sore he is, how much he's aching in his muscles and deep in his bones, how heavily lost in a murky depressed fog he is, he throws himself into working on school schedules and doing what he can to organise school matters from the privacy and safety of his own place. It gives him purpose. Gives him focus. And when the explosion of heat suddenly sweeps across the city, Severus is safe enough to have to only duck down with a scramble under his desk, although the heat that settles heavy and oppressive in every nook and cranny is like being trapped inside a burning oven; very soon, he's scrabbling and tearing at his clothes, desperate to get them off and away from his perspiring skin.
In fact, it's the heat itself - and the apparent end of warring giants that's followed in its wake - that prompts Severus to eventually decide to venture out onto the streets. The heat is blazing, hotter than any heatwave he can remember ever hitting Britain; with very few clothes to call his own save those he arrived in Asgard with all those months ago, he has no choice but to don only his black slacks and white shirt, lest he faint from heat exhaustion.
Though he desperately wants to roll his sleeves up, he doesn't - his Mark has faded back to a faint reddish outline, dead and dormant, but he doesn't want to see it, doesn't want anyone else to see it. He'd rather swelter than ever let his shameful Mark see the light of day. His shirt clings wetly to his back with pit stains under his arms; his black hair clings in sweaty strands to the back of his neck while his forehead is bathed with perspiration. His face, however, despite being ruddy with the heat, is pale, withdrawn, pinched with a deeply repressed bitterness that's dangerously simmering beneath the surface.
It's not just the heat that's getting to him - it's the stubbornly unspoken thoughts and even more stubbornly ignored feelings about the previous several days bottling up inside him. Waiting to explode. Like a ticking time-bomb.
He will be found frequenting the Great Library and the school building he's bought, traversing between the two at regular intervals while he moves everything across to his new office. And in between his trips to the library or to the school, he can also be found making stops at cafes and shops for a much needed drink. Or he can sometimes be found stopping by a fountain or crouching down by a running tap, splashing cool water over his face. Or he can sometimes be found sitting on a bench in the street when he's too overcome by the heat to be able to stay on his feet any longer, broodily staring at the ground or down at his hands.
Anyone is free to stop him, although they may find themselves on the unpleasant receiving end of Severus' very short fuse. One should only approach him at one's own risk.]
[[ooc: Snape will mostly be around Odin district, however feel free to have your character bump into him anywhere, really. Feel free to also have your character bump into Snape post-earthquake on day 367. Prose or action tags are both fine with me! I'll match whatever you reply with. c:]]
What: The aftermath of Mirror Verse
When: Days 365 through to 367-ish (up to and including the earthquake)!
Where: Various places around the city
Rating: PG for now, though there will be some violence at some point.
[Upon returning to the real Asgard, upon realising with sick dread that he's returned without Lily, Severus goes into hiding for the following two days. It's the only thing he can do while war is still waging outside. He's so bone-weary, feels so physically and mentally broken, that he can't face another moment of devastation and destruction and terror. He can't bare to think about Lily still being trapped there, unsafe, lost, her life horribly in danger.
He's failed her. Again. Seems that's the curse he has to live with: always failing the very woman he secretly, desperately, longingly loves with every wretched fibre of his being.
Despite how sore he is, how much he's aching in his muscles and deep in his bones, how heavily lost in a murky depressed fog he is, he throws himself into working on school schedules and doing what he can to organise school matters from the privacy and safety of his own place. It gives him purpose. Gives him focus. And when the explosion of heat suddenly sweeps across the city, Severus is safe enough to have to only duck down with a scramble under his desk, although the heat that settles heavy and oppressive in every nook and cranny is like being trapped inside a burning oven; very soon, he's scrabbling and tearing at his clothes, desperate to get them off and away from his perspiring skin.
In fact, it's the heat itself - and the apparent end of warring giants that's followed in its wake - that prompts Severus to eventually decide to venture out onto the streets. The heat is blazing, hotter than any heatwave he can remember ever hitting Britain; with very few clothes to call his own save those he arrived in Asgard with all those months ago, he has no choice but to don only his black slacks and white shirt, lest he faint from heat exhaustion.
Though he desperately wants to roll his sleeves up, he doesn't - his Mark has faded back to a faint reddish outline, dead and dormant, but he doesn't want to see it, doesn't want anyone else to see it. He'd rather swelter than ever let his shameful Mark see the light of day. His shirt clings wetly to his back with pit stains under his arms; his black hair clings in sweaty strands to the back of his neck while his forehead is bathed with perspiration. His face, however, despite being ruddy with the heat, is pale, withdrawn, pinched with a deeply repressed bitterness that's dangerously simmering beneath the surface.
It's not just the heat that's getting to him - it's the stubbornly unspoken thoughts and even more stubbornly ignored feelings about the previous several days bottling up inside him. Waiting to explode. Like a ticking time-bomb.
He will be found frequenting the Great Library and the school building he's bought, traversing between the two at regular intervals while he moves everything across to his new office. And in between his trips to the library or to the school, he can also be found making stops at cafes and shops for a much needed drink. Or he can sometimes be found stopping by a fountain or crouching down by a running tap, splashing cool water over his face. Or he can sometimes be found sitting on a bench in the street when he's too overcome by the heat to be able to stay on his feet any longer, broodily staring at the ground or down at his hands.
Anyone is free to stop him, although they may find themselves on the unpleasant receiving end of Severus' very short fuse. One should only approach him at one's own risk.]
[[ooc: Snape will mostly be around Odin district, however feel free to have your character bump into him anywhere, really. Feel free to also have your character bump into Snape post-earthquake on day 367. Prose or action tags are both fine with me! I'll match whatever you reply with. c:]]
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At least Steven seems happier now. He'd been so on edge and anxious around her, wanting to go back to the person he was supposed to protect - but Snape had been in that horrible other world that Lily had told her about and there had been no way for her to return him, not until she was sure everyone was back. She knew the moment Snape was back for certain, of course, because Steven had perked up instantly.
A rush of fondness for the bird overcomes her when she sees how carefully he goes over to Snape, obviously concerned and wanting to give him some kind of affection - she was almost a little put out, used to being pecked and butted.
His question doesn't really come as a shock, but she is a little offended that she didn't even get a thank you. Steven, the poor bird, could've wandered Asgard aimlessly and been hurt by the giants or worse - a little gratitude would've been welcome... Though perhaps that was asking a little too much from Professor Snape. She's just glad that he seems happy to have his bird back.
"I wasn't sure where to find you, sir, and I thought it might be best to give you a little bit of space. I've heard some things about the other world you were all in and -- I'm sorry if I was out of line, I just thought you might need a little time to reorientate yourself with being back here. I was going to message you, but again..." Now she feels as though she's back in the classroom, being scolded again - and it makes her entirely uneasy, her expression falling into a frown.
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I've heard some things about the other world. He almost wants to whip back around and demand to know what she's knows. How telling that would be, however, so he simply clenches his jaw and pretends to resume sorting out his desk.
Time to change the subject. "How you been working on that syllabus I told you to compile for me?"
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Perking up at the reminder of the school, Hermione turns and begins to rummage through her bag, skipping through her notes about Asgard and Voldemort to find the small set of pages clipped together about History of Magic. She beams as she steps around to hold the pages out, looking rather pleased with herself.
"I've put together classes based on what I was taught at Hogwarts, but I'm also intending to teach things from other worlds - I've actually been talking to a few people about magic in their homeworlds and I hope to get enough to do another few classes on those, too."
"how you been working on that syllabus" hahaha whoops i made snape sound like a derp XD
But this is Hermione Granger. Not even a war stopped her from handing in her schoolwork in time. Why would she be any different now?
Hearing the sound of her rummaging through her bag, the rustling of papers being pulled out, the sound of her footfalls approaching him, Severus sets his mouth into a firm line and glances askance at her with a look of barely contained contempt. His eyes drop to the pages she's holding out to him before he snatches it from her.
"'No homework'?" he reads out after a silent minute of scrutinising her syllabus, determined to find fault with it.
fjsdkjgdf he's been through trauma he's allowed a derpherp
Of course, she shouldn't be surprised that her previous teacher isn't exactly thrilled to have her around. She's never been been his favourite, not even making the top twenty. It's almost upsetting that she and Harry are probably the two students Snape hates the most and the only two that were here, not including Malfoy - but that's different. They're almost family.
She turns back when she hears his comment, brows furrowing before she crosses her arms, entirely prepared to defend herself in need be.
"I didn't think that giving people homework would be at all beneficial here. We're here to learn and help, of course, but I don't think homework would help us. It's a little much to expect us to deal with all the things Asgard throws at us and do homework on top of it." Of course she'd be willing to do it herself, but she can hardly expect the same amount of dedication from everyone who signs up to the school.
this is true :c
"I manage to run a school, Miss Granger, and teach, and tutor, and undertake extracurricular activities, all while dealing with the... things Asgard throws at me."
poor bb
"I know that, sir, and I appreciate how much effort you're putting into all of this. It is amazing. But not everyone is as dedicated or as determined as you, let alone as capable. It wouldn't be fair and it wound end up being rather unbalanced. There will be students that have enough time to complete homework, of course, but equally there will be those that wouldn't. In-class quizzes and debates is a fair way to measure progress."
he might be a poor bb but he's also a massive dick ;_;
Not Severus. The expression on his face becomes stonier, colder. "Is your blatant display of flattery supposed to convince me to agree with you? What if I want to measure your progress as a teacher?"
Because Severus just wants to be difficult for Granger. There's just something about her that just... gets to him. However, he hands the syllabus back to her; he does so with a sweepingly abrupt, almost official coldness.
"So, where were you these last few days?" He asks this in a tone that's bordering on accusing.
at least i love him!!!
"It's not flattery, it's a fact, sir. And you can measure my progress in the things that I am grading, such as the debates and the module tests. It's not as though I am not giving students any work at all."
She takes her notes back and shoves them into her bag gently, slipping them between all her other work, scraps of paper and copies of books. That's as close to approval as she's going to get, she knows, and she'll take it.
Settling down and sending Steven a soft smile, reaching out to stroke the bird's head gently, Hermione gives herself a moment before she looks over. "I wasn't pulled into the other world so I was here trying to find a way to help. I talked to a few people that had a few ideas about how to help but beyond falling into a mirror there wasn't much I could do."
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Steven jerks his head away from Granger at first before leaning back in to inspect her hand with his beak; he then butts his head up against her palm in a gesture of wanting another pat. He's grateful she's returned him to his master. All the while, Severus turns away to pull another drawer open, to clear it out.
"How fortunate for you," he replies a little snidely. He begins pulling things out of the drawer. After a hesitant pause, he admits quietly, "It was like the war all over again."
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"I wasn't sure where any of you had gone and I was informed by people that had experienced this before that it would either end in your death or the exposing of your deepest secrets, somehow - and if you didn't admit them you'd find yourself in more pain." She shakes her head, letting her hand drop down from where it had been stroking along the bird's neck.
Hermione swallows, silent for a long moment, before she steps around to glance up at her Professor. If there was any time to try and get on good terms with him this might be it; as open as they're ever going to be with one another.
"I heard a few things from Harry - not much, but enough. Are you alright, sir?"
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"I'm fine," he stiffly, dismissively replies. Stepping around the desk, to get away from Granger and her assessing look, he adds gruffly, "Not sure why you'd even care."
Why would she care? She has no reason to care. Not as far as he's concerned, anyway.
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Hermione sniffs, crossing her arms and trying not to look like a petulant child; it's been a very long time since she's been a young girl petrified in his classroom and she refuses to allow herself, her worry, to be put down. Not even by him.
Turning back to the emu, she sighs softly and rubs his beak. "I've brought Steven back and I've made sure that you're alright. I'll get out of your way now."
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You and I both know why I would care, sir.
Severus can't help but think there's much more hidden behind that statement than Granger is letting on. Not for the first time, Severus uneasily wonders just how much Granger actually knows. About him. About... everything. He can only assume that, back home, Potter told her everything. And not for the first time, Severus almost wants to ask--
But of course he's not going to ask. Just in case Granger says she does know everything.
He reels around to look at her, a sudden menacingly sharp look on his face. "You're right," he snaps, words coming out harsh and a little louder than he had intended. "We don't like each other. So, how about we keep it that way?"
He glares at her for a long moment, watching her patting Steven, then turns around on his heel again with a swish of his robes, back facing Granger once more. "Good to see you haven't changed, Granger," he snidely continues, sweeping a pile of books up into his arms. "Still the same flagrantly insufferable busybody you always were."