Snamione || Close Quarters.
Severus was 34 years old, his birthday was coming up in a fair few months. He was the Potions Master of Hogwarts, nothing had changed. Well… Everything had changed. The Dark Lord had returned, and everything was turning to shit. He was aging, what with his jobs that Dumbledore had set him to do. He was so tired of everything, he just wanted things to end. He was upset over Lily all the time, and he had to keep secret from everyone, he was miserable all the time, and Dumbledore was acting strangely. Severus figured that he was onto something regarding Lord Voldemort.
“Severus,” Dumbledore started as Severus entered his office. Severus nodded and he looked at his old friend, “I know you won’t be too pleased… But Miss Granger,” Severus groaned, “Do not interrupt me. She came to me and she told me that was interested in being an apprentice for one of the teachers, and as you know, all of the professors have their own assistants, all except you. So I gave her the apprenticeship, and she’ll be coming ‘round your room at seven every night for two hours. You’re to teach her everything she needs to know, you can put her to work, Severus, it won’t kill you.”
Severus groaned and whined, “This is not fair! Why her, why me?!” Albus shook his head and he chuckled, “Sorry, my friend. It’s already been arranged. She starts tomorrow night.” Severus sighed and he slowly nodded, “Yes, sir.” With that, he turned and left, grumbling quietly as he made his way into his private rooms, sitting on the bed and running a hand through his long black hair. Of course he would be stuck with the know it all. Just his luck.
Snamione || I Can't.
It was the beginning of 1999. It’d been a year since Voldemort had been killed and everything in the world was well. He had been back at Hogwarts, teaching Defense Against The Dark Arts just as he loved. He was lonely, yes, but nothing had changed, right? Lily was dead and gone, as she’d always been these last two decades. He still loved her, but he genuinely didn’t care anymore. He knew he was going to die alone, without a spec of female attention, and he didn’t mind. Well, he did. But he would get over it. He had done his part.
He was also Headmaster. He got bored sitting there day after day doing nothing, so he took up the teaching post again. Horace was still at Potions, but he was glad he got his DADA post back.
He had heard that everyone in Harry Potter’s year was coming back to the school, to finish their studies. He figured it took some persuading, but they would all have fun on their official last year he assumed. He was looking forward to it, to be honest. As much as he hated to admit it, he had quite liked this little bunch of kids, and he was excited somewhat that they were returning. Even though they’d probably stress him out but oh well. They’d be gone next year. He had a long scar along his neck from Nagini’s attack, but he was perfectly fine now.
Today was the first day of term, he was still in his office. He was going to scare the first years. He did love to do that. He and all the other teachers were amused by it. He groaned a little and looked at his watch, they’d all be in there by now. He made his way down the empty halls and he stopped at the Great Hall, stopping as he heard all the chatter. He took a deep breath and smiled to himself, wiping it away quickly. He stalked through the Hall and his robes were flying about just perfectly. He glared at everyone, eyeing them darkly as he went to his podium, clearing his throat for his speech.