Teacups and Television"Eileen!"Teacups and Television4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At the sound of her husband's voice, Eileen let out a small sigh, before hurrying down rickety stairs, to see what was the matter in the kitchen. Leaning against the doorframe, Eileen asked, "What now?"
Looking up from the television he was fiddling with, Tobias said, "Why doesn't the tele work?"
He'd interrupted her work for this? Rolling her eyes, "Well, is it plugged in?" Even though Eileen didn't know much about Muggle devises, she knew enough to know that most of them required electricity.
With a scowl, "Of course it is," Tobias said, indignantly. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
Tobias glared at his smirking wife before returning to the television. He fiddled with the knobs a little, "It's not doing anything." He pounded the top of the television. "Stupid piece of junk."
"Did you really call me down here to watch you hit that box?" Eileen wouldn't put it past him.
Standing up, Tobias ran his fingers through his hair, and said sheepishly, "I was wondering if you
In My LifePart I: 1970- Severus is TenIn My Life3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Watch this, Sev!" Lily stood by the bank of the muddy river which flowed through Cokeworth. She cupped her hands and scooped up the water. She puffed a short breath over it, looked up at him and smiled. The bright sun illuminated her dark red hair and her green eyes sparkled with happy mischief.
"Guess who I am!" She did a swift pirouette, standing on the toes of her blue trainers. She momentarily lifted up a few inches into the air, scattering the water into droplets as she turned. The droplets momentarily transformed into glittering translucent gems which turned back into water as they hit the ground.
Severus stared, transfixed and momentarily struck mute by the vision.
"Well, aren't you going to guess? Don't you have any idea?"
"I can't say that I do!" he stammered.
"Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds! Honestly, Sev, that one should have
Summer BeginningsSummer Beginnings5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
George Weasley leapt down the last flight of stairs, pictures on the walls shaking in their frames and glaring at him. He only grinned and flew out the door. Today was going to be a wonderful day.
He'd been forced to take off early, seeing as he had to get to his destination. He wasn't seventeen yet, and so would have to take the slow route. By broomstick. Still, it was bound to be a nice flight, the weather was wonderful. It was early, but the sun was shining and the sky was bluer than he'd ever seen, cloudless as far as the eye could see. Perfect.
He chuckled as he grabbed his broom from the broom shed, shaking it to dislodge a few spiders who'd already taken residence in its twigs since he'd played a miniature game of quidditch two days before. He thought they'd learn that the brooms weren't a good place to weave their webs. Though Ron's face when he was forced to get his own broom was always good for a laugh thanks to the eight legged creatures.
"George!" a voice called from the ho
Soren's ElephantSoren's Elephant3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tuesday, 6 July 4:43pm
Caitlin Black's Garden
Doolin, County Clare Ireland
Dr. Paulo Pereira heard the door to his shed open and shut loudly as he sat on his leather couch therein, sipping his tumbler of Tullamore Dew on the rocks and puffing lazily on his cigarette. He had built himself what he called his 'Refúgio' a shack fitted with all the masculine comforts a man needed for moments of peace and tranquility that was all his own nestled in a tight corner of his fiancée's garden. He didn't need to turn around and look to know who had barged in and plunged into the empty space next to him.
His brother-in-law, Severus Snape or so at least he will officially be in little over a month when Paulo marries Severus' wife, Evelyn's sister, Caitlin Black who had become his best friend since they met over two years previously, needed no invitation to O Refúgio. He had personally assisted Paulo in fixing and furnishing it since they both agreed that the Bl
Slytherin Sisters, Part IThe photograph of the four girls was faded and creased in the right corner. Eileen had blinked at the time the photo was taken and that was what she was staring at now, her dark eyes blinking while Pandora Lloyd-Jones surreptitiously made bunny ears behind her head. On the right Brunella MacInness smirked at the camera. Ethel Carrington took up the left panel of the frame, the one beauty amongst the three plain Janes. She laughed and waved, her coppery hair blowing in the breeze beneath the spidery script that Eileen had written in the top left corner: "Slytherin Sisters. Cornwall, 1954."Slytherin Sisters, Part I3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had not looked at this photo in years. It had been tucked away in a shoebox on the top shelf of her closet along with some yellowed newspaper clippings. It was one of those things that she was aware of but had tucked away into the part of her mind with other memories that she wished to keep hidden. &
Sound of ScreamsThey will not break me. They may break my wand, but I will hold strong and true. I will never bend for them.Sound of Screams3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I stare at the Auror in front of me. Even though I have no wand and my hands are bound, he looks scared. I can see the fear in his eyes. He's young, fresh out of Hogwarts. Probably a trainee. I smile. He won't last long. I hear the wheezing of the man behind me. I cannot see him now, but I know he's on his way to the grave. A child and an old man, this is what they think I'm worth. If only I had a wand, well, then they'd be no match for me.
The small boat rocks back and forth, rises and falls with each passing wave. Three other boats move along beside mine -- three other warriors in chains. Three other true followers of the Dark Lord. We risked all, and now we will wait. He will know who his true Death Eaters are.
The boats do not need to be steered. They cannot be made to go off course, only able to make a straight path to Azkaban.
They mean to lock me up. I regret nothing. I w
The PortraitThe Portrait2 years ago in Drama More Like This
There is this abandoned house somewhere in the suburbs of London. It’s dusty and light wouldn’t come in from the windows. The little living room hadn’t much space and most of it was severely occupied by shelves with old books. There rests an arm chair in green leather that once belonged to the master of that house and beside it a pile of newspapers carefully pilled.
The curtains were parted and as the sunset took place, you could see the whole building coming to life. A forgotten dry seed in a vase inside the house would become the most shinny and beautiful of the roses, lilies and daffodils would narcissistically pop up from the little flowerbeds outside.
Then birds would fly in pirouettes and turns, floating and the breeze would lead them to the garden and make the old house live like it never lived before.
But, dear fellows and respective hearts and eyes, shall we put our attentions to what really matters? Come! Let us know the tale of the soul who once lived there
Special GiftsSpecial Gifts3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hurry up, Daddy! You're too slow!"
Six-year-old Soren ran down the Hogsmeade street, swinging Allie the stuffed snake by the tail. Paulo was close on his heels, laughing as he expertly dodged startled pedestrians. Not far behind, but panting, was Severus.
He stopped and momentarily caught his breath. He really had to stop smoking altogether. He had seriously cut down on his habit since Soren was born, but even three a day was leaving him seriously winded when he had to chase after his young son.
Severus surveyed the shops on the street. They were here at Paulo's behest to buy Evelyn a present for her forty-ninth birthday. Actually they were here after Paulo's comment on Severus' original gift.
"You aren't giving that to her, Severus," he said flatly. Severus stared bleakly at Paulo, then stared down at the bracelet which he had purchased from an expensive Diagon Alley jeweler.
"May I ask
Chapter III: On the Platform"Would you like me to carry those for you, Madam?" The porter touched his cap and looked at the imposing woman in the dark grey robes. Walburga frowned.Chapter III: On the Platform3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Well, I'm certainly not going to carry them, and my son isn't capable." The porter flushed and waved his wand over Sirius' trunk and the cage containing Isis, the snowy owl.
Sirius watched as his father tipped the porter. Orion's face was grim. Who could blame him? His wife had been in a foul mood ever since the family had stepped out onto Platform 9 ¾.
"Mudbloods," Walburga muttered. "Disgusting. They have absolutely no sense of propriety. You would think that you were watching dogs coupling in public."
Sirius stared at the objects of her derision. A young couple in their late teens was stealing a few moments alone together. The young man was tall, with long blond hair and the stubbly be
Lovers in RioLovers in Rio2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the sweet embrace of love,
Ipanema,little princess of the sea
with its crystal waters,
and its white sands
In June, love is in the air
Our Lady of Copacabana,
protect us from our impure wills
and guard everyone safely
Lovers in Brazil
hugging and kissing like the Bossa Nova beat,
that only here can be found
Blessed by the Savior
Lovers fervency love
under the azure sky,
of my beautiful Rio
Slytherin Sisters, Part IIPandora lay the photograph down on the table. The four girls in the picture continued to wave and smile, happy to be young and carefree on a bright spring day. She looked up at Eileen.Slytherin Sisters, Part II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Do you still see Brunella?" Pandora inquired.
"I last saw her about seven years ago. She was travelling to North America to do research for a book on Native American sorcery. She's still there as far as I know."
"She certainly is leading an interesting life," Pandora commented.
"Your father has had such an interesting career," Eileen told Pandora. The four girls were seated on the porch of the house. They were staring up at the evening sky, waiting for the stars to come out. Pandora had assured them that the skies were clearer and the constellations more beautiful when seen from the coast.
"Yes, he has. Daddy told me once th
A Prince EnoughPairing: Severus Snape/Evelyn Black (OC)A Prince Enough3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This was written for LadyMacbeth1755, using her OC Evelyn. There is a link to more info on the character below.
Disclaimer: Snape, McGonagall, and Hogwarts belong to JK Rowling. Evelyn belongs to LadyMacbeth1755. I only own the Buttered Kraken XD
The two little Hufflepuffs stared at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as he sat at a table in the library, flipping through a book that he had brought out from the restricted section. The book moaned. "Do be quiet," Snape told it sternly. It let out a tiny squeak and then fell silent.
"He's really married to her?" the blonde girl asked the black-haired girl.
"That's what the head girl told me."
"I thought they were cousins or something." The blonde frowned. "I don't get it, him married to her."
It was the first week of the school year. As usual, many of the first year girls were very taken with Evelyn Snape, the Muggle Studies professor. Her dance
A tale to be toad - Chapter. I - Those Dicey Days Chapter I - Those Dicey DaysA tale to be toad - Chapter. I - Those Dicey Days3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Professor Severus Snape was alone in his office, deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts' castle, finishing to correct a pile of his student's homework assignments. He started to read the paper of a student named Gregory Goyle:
"The polyjuice potion is a very good potion. It is a mix of many kinds of juice, so, it's a very refreshing and delicious drink."
The teacher sighed.
"After reading such a thing, I definitely need to drink something."
"Once upon a time…" said a feminine voice "Slytherin was the house of cunning. Now, it's the house of retarded consanguine children."
The voice, with a strong Irish accent, came from a painting of a woman hanged on the wall behind the teacher's desk. She had more hair on her eyebrows than any woman should have, the hair on her head was long, oily and raven black. In contrast, her skin was very pale, which could have been considered of some beauty in past centuries, but, to modern eyes, seemed pre
Life LessonsFirst Lesson: Soren is fiveLife Lessons2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Spring had arrived, but the air in Scotland was still cold. Small green shoots were starting to push up through the bare soil and the first crocus bulbs had bloomed under the large tree in the garden behind the house. The birds had returned and were nesting in the trees and the bushes.
It was the bird song which had Soren Snape anxious to explore the trees for nests. A steady rain had kept him indoors for days and he was anxious to see if the eggs had hatched.
"Come outside with me, Daddy! We have to find the nests before Mrs. Tolliver's cat does! Come on!" Soren pulled at his father's sleeve. Severus looked up from his books and frowned at his son over his reading glasses.
"You go ahead, Soren. I still have some work to do here. If I don't finish these lesson plans there will be no lessons this week. Not that the students would notice--they seem to get stupider each year," he muttered as he scratched out a complex formula for his Advance
Diga Tio Chapter I - Bad ChemistryDiga Tio Chapter I - Bad Chemistry3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Diga Tio: A Tale of Family & Friendship
Chapter I: "Bad Chemistry"
Rating: T (Adult Language & Themes)
*J.K. Rowling owns Severus Snape & Minerva McGonagall, Lady_Macbeth_1755 owns the Irish Black Family (Evelyn, Caitlin, Sophia, Alice & Elizabeth). Dr. Paulo Pereira is our brainchild and this is his story.
The year is 2008. It has been well over 9 years since Severus Snape survived the attack by Lord Voldemort's pet serpent, Nagini, at the end of the Second Wizarding War. Since then, his life has taken a positive turn. He has been living an idyllic new life in his cozy Hogsmeade abode; once again teaching Defensive Magic at Hogwarts and married to squib and fellow professor, Evelyn (née Black: granddaughter of Marius Black, Sr. who was born a squib, excommunicated from the wizarding Black family and settled in County Clare, Ireland) for 7 years, with whom he has a 2-year-old son, Soren. As the only adult male in a f
The FatherThe FatherThe Father3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Evelyn stood quietly at the threshold of the study, watching her husband pore over his books. She dreaded approaching him, yet saw no other way out of the situation.
"Just tell him. Stop being such a sodding coward!" The inner voice had been nagging her for two days, ever since her sister had extended the invitation.
Evelyn did not feel very brave. Soren's birth had changed their lives in a manner which neither one of them could have forseen. He had been a surprise. Severus had not wanted a baby. Her pregnancy had been marred by quarrels between the two of them which were so hurtful and mentally exhausting that she had done the unthinkable. She had left her husband. The separation had caused her anguish, guilt and anger, not only at her husband, but also at her mother who had surprisingly sided with Severus during the separation.
"A good wife belongs with her husband." They had reconciled. It had been slow and painful, but she felt the hurt and
Green For AlieGreen is the color or the new grass that grows every springGreen For Alie1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Right beneath the new morning dew.
Even the color of new friendships too.
Evergreen trees way up
North stay green all year round just to support.
Flashes of green make up the whole world to be honest I suppose.
Only the one that is dearest to all of our hearts is,
Right here before us.
An artist we
Love. And hope that she knows
It in all that we do. For
Everyone is special. Especially you.
Spirits of Christmas Past"Don't look so glum, Severus! It's Christmas! Surely we can get a smile or laugh out of you once a year!"Spirits of Christmas Past2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Severus Snape turned and frowned at the smiling face of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. The old man had replaced the tall conical hat that he usually wore with a red Santa cap trimmed with ermine fur. On the table between the two men was a jester's cap festooned with bells. It had popped out of the Christmas cracker that had been on Snape's plate. Dumbledore had insisted on pulling it open with him. The headmaster had looked at the hat and smiled at Snape. Dumbledore could smile all he wanted; there was no way that he was going to put on that ridiculous hat. He was no one's fool, regardless of what the headmaster might think.
"What is there to smile and laugh about? Do you think that the students who are stuck here for Christmas are happy?" he retorted as he indicated the small group of students at the table in front o
Chapter II: Summer's EndSeverus sat on the rusty swing, pushing the dirt on the ground back and forth with his toes. He stared intently at the gate to the playground. The gate door had fallen off of its hinge, making the playground more accessible to rats, stray cats and vagrants. Maybe this wasn't the best meeting place.Chapter II: Summer's End3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He pushed that thought out of his mind. Of course it was the best meeting place. It was their place. He had first found the courage to speak to Lily here, after weeks of watching her from afar. The image of her flying off of the swing, red hair trailing behind her, then momentarily hovering like a little hummingbird before she gently alit on the ground was seared into his brain. Severus replayed that image over and over again in his mind without tiring of it. He would never be tired of reliving that moment, even if he lived to be over one hundred.
Lily was the first magical child he had ever met, not counting his brief and awful encounter with the Nott sisters. Before that he had
La grullaAdoro a mamá. De verdad la adoro En ocasiones como esta de veras necesito recordar cuánto la quiero, pues de otro modo Oh, Dios, ¿acaso mamá no tuvo infancia? ¿O quizás usaba un espantoso traje como este a gusto? ¡Y estos rulos! Quizás era la moda cuando ella tenía diez años. Pues bien, ahora que yo tengo casi diez años, definitivamente NO ES LO QUE SE LLEVA.La grulla3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Evelyn cruzó los pies, balanceándolos a cinco centímetros del suelo, y entrelazó sus manos sobre el regazo. Inclinó su talle delgado y sus hombros frágiles hacia delante, intentando pasar lo más desapercibida posible sabía que era una misión complicada considerando que llevaba puesto un horrendo vestido de terciopelo verde con muchos vuelos y bordados. Muchos. Sabía que destacaba, pese a estar sentada en un rincón del salón que poco a poco se llenaba de invitados, viejos, jóve
Practical Potions Eileen squinted out at her backyard as she wrung out the grey, frayed dishcloth. Rain again for the third day in a row. It had soaked her herb garden and formed a huge, rusty pool around the tools which were leaning against the privy wall. Eileen frowned. She had asked Tobias several times to repair the broken gutter pipe. He had gotten so far as to bring the tools outside, then promptly deserted the project. For what? Some bottles of beer, a fight with the next door neighborit didn't really matter. The uncollected tools were now rusted and useless and the water from the broken gutter was soaking the privy roof and creating a muddy lake in what passed for a garden.Practical Potions3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As a girl, Eileen had always welcomed rain. She liked the crystalline patterns that the drops would form on the window and would amuse herself
Casi Perfecto- Vaya, realmente esta visita te tiene ansiosa –Un leve dejo de molestia tiñó la voz de Severus Snape – Ya has revisado tres veces la mesa y no veo que haga falta nada para la hora del té. Además, miras cada treinta segundos a la puerta.Casi Perfecto3 years ago in Humor More Like This
- Sev, ya te he explicado que es importante para mí que lo conozcas. Es mi mejor amigo desde… desde que mi hermano murió – respondió Evelyn. Intentó relajarse sobre su asiento al advertir cierta exasperación en Snape. Lo conocía lo suficiente como para saber que la paciencia ante las cosas triviales no era una de sus virtudes. Parecía guardarla mezquinamente para ocasiones que en verdad ameritaran tenerla.
- Lo sé, lo sé…
- Sólo te pido que seas amable – añadió Evelyn con una pizca de malicia – y que no te comportes como lo hiciste con esos ex alumnos tuyos que me presentaste en Hogsmeade para San Valentín…
- Si te refieres a esa cotorra parlanchina que responde al nombre de Hermione Granger y su torpe novio pelirrojo Weasley… en primer lugar, no fue m
25 Rules For Writing S. SnapeThey say a rule was never made that hadn't been broken. In this case whoever "they" are...are right. I've come across a lot of horrid fan fiction in my day, but if there's one thing that really really bothers me, it's a poorly written Severus Snape. Therefore, I have compiled these twenty-five simple rules to aid authors in writing him.25 Rules For Writing S. Snape8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
25 Rules for Writing Severus Snape
By Lauren K.
Rule Number One:
Severus Snape is a Potions Master who has been known to have been a spy, as well as exhibit extensive knowledge of the Dark Arts. The fact that I need to state this as a rule makes me die a little inside.
Rule Number Two:
Severus Snape does not refer to students by their first names unless otherwise instructed, and even then it takes effort.
Rule Number Three:
Severus Snape is not interested in anyone's personal life unless it has some bearing upon his own. Any interest shown would be done so begrudgingly.
Rule Number Four:
Severus Snape portra
What's in a name?What's in a name?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lissy looked around the great hall with a frown. She could sit with her housemates for lunch, she knew. But that was predictable. On the other hand, she could sit with the two boys she'd recently befriended.
The Weasley Twins were notorious for the trouble they caused, and Lissy was the opposite. She was still all for bending the rules, she just never got caught. Unlike the two redheads of course.
At the sight of the boys waving her over she had to grin. New friends it was.
"Hungry Yank?" Fred asked.
"Starving." Lissy said with feeling. "And don't call me that, I hate it."
"Miss Pendragon then?" George teased. Lissy made a face and the boys laughed.
"Lissy. Please." She insisted.
"I'm Gred, he's Forge."
"Of course Fred."
"How'd you know?" he asked in surprise.
"Woman's intuition." She said with a smirk.
"Right, and I'm a venomous tentacula plant." George said. "You can tell us apart, can't you?"
Lissy smiled and nodded, dumping ketchup all over her eggs.
"How? Even our mother get's us