Evelyn Teresa Black - Character questionnaireName: Evelyn Teresa Snape (Née Black)
Age: 49 years old as of 2012. 35 years old at the beginning of the story.
Height and weight: 1,73m (sans heels). Weighs around 70 kilos. Which might seem like a lot, but Evelyn has been a amateur dancer for most of her youth and she runs every day, which accounts for a fair amount of muscular body-mass, particularly on her legs. Also her body built is rather sturdy and broad, particularly around hips and thighs.
Body type: Average height to tall and flexible, but with a very sturdy and solid frame. Evelyn has a cello-shapped body, with strong shoulders and back, slightly bigger than average breasts, round hips and butt and thick thighs (her proverbial "thunder thighs", which she hates). She has a slight tendency to gain weight (particularly on her lower half)if she doesn´t watch her diet and exercise.
Eyes:Almond shaped, somewhat narrow, of a very vivid golden brown. She has strong eyebrows tha
AcceptanceAcceptance3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
October, 31, 2005
Severus didn´t want a child.
And yet...here it was...
Severus approached the cradle with feather light footsteps. It was a simple but elegant piece of furniture, made out of heavy and dark oak wood...an heirloom of Evelyn´s family, that her mother had insisted on giving them. A wealth of delicate white and blue covers and a veil of rich Irish lace protected it´s tiny occupant from the late October chill.
His long fingers drew back the covers to reveal the child to his sleep deprived eyes. A child who was no more than an hour old. A child that wasn´t expected. A mistake that shouldn´t have happened, as far as his father had been concerned.
He didn´t want a child...
Most people take parental instinct for granted...They imagine it´s only natural for parents to love their children. It just happened...But Severus knew better...In fact he knew from experience that it just wasn´t that simple...Nowhere near that simple...
And that was p
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
'Post War' -Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter VSeverus stood in front of his neighbour´s door, bracing himself to knock. If he knew Ms Black, and after a couple of days he was sure she was easy enough to read, he was about to voluntarily put himself through a lengthy ordeal of infuriating small-talk and pushy kindness. He sighed...It had to be done...Severus could hear music coming from inside...the mellifluous voice of some male singer he could vaguely recognise but wouldn´t be able to identify if he tried...Aznavour? Brel? Montand?...He could never tell these Frenchmen apart...It was just something that sounded nostalgic and sensuous like old French songs tended to sound in general. So this was the kind of music she liked...didn´t exactly come as a surprise. Taking a deep breath he knocked.'Post War' -Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter V3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The music came to an abrupt end and he heard very soft and quick footsteps coming towards the door. As it opened, his eyes were immediately drawn downwards...Had Ms Black suddenly shrunk? He didn´t remember her b
'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea- Chapter IIOctober 7th'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea- Chapter II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, 13
Severus looked up from his glass of elf made wine and stared down the man sitting in front of him. Tall, dark and stately Kingsley Shacklebolt. Still tranquil and commanding as Severus remembered him to be, but significantly older...Severus had noticed the same happen with Minerva as well...the war and its aftermath had grealy aged all its participants in just a few years...years that felt heavy as centuries...Maybe that was the reason Severus himself avoided looking at the mirror too often.
''Well, it´s an honour to welcome the new Minister for magic in my house.You will surely appreaciate my concern tough, for I doubt someone is such high-ranking position would go through the trouble of coming all the way here if there wasn´t something serious underway...'' His mind quickly drifted back to the flight of the Lestranges. The Ministry was surely in a dire position right now, if Shacklebolt´s presence told him anything.
''Interim, minister.' Shackl
'Post War' -Part IV-'Of books and tea' - Chapter VLucius stepped away from the window and sat on his chair, his face lost into darkness.'Post War' -Part IV-'Of books and tea' - Chapter V2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do you mind?" he let out acidly, making a broad gesture that indicated the entire room around them "I can´t bring myself to have a serious conversation with anybody whose face I can´t see."
Severus retrieved his wand from the inside pocket of his jacket and with a swift flick of his wrist lit all the candles in the room. Lucius office remained for the most part unchanged, other than the growing amount of dust and spider webs covering everything and the missing decorative objects, the most expensive ones notably...all auctioned off. The Malfoys no longer had the luxury of house elves and surely Lucius wouldn´t bother with cleaning his office himself. Severus had noticed the entrance hall and main sitting room were clean and in perfect order, even if missing most of their furniture and art objects. Narcissa´s doing for absolute sure. Even if thrown in the most abject poverty, a Black would never be c
'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI"I just ate something at Café Yalta, but I can fix you something to eat if you want" Evelyn offered as she poured him some tea.'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Just tea will sufice, thank you. Café Yalta, huh? I hope to God you only had their buckwheat pancakes."
"You know the place?"
"Everybody does. Best pancakes and..."
"...worst tea of all Greater Manchester! So it IS true. Angela told me exactly that!" she laughed softly, sitting besides him and kicking off her shoes by the side of the couch.
"Yeah, a colleague of mine. English teacher. She wouldn´t let me have their tea because it supposedly tastes like toilet water"
"She might as well have saved you from some nasty infection. 'Supposedly' is entirely too kind. I´m fairly confident that their tea is actual toilet water."
"Cokeworth should put that in touristic brochures, 'Come to Cokeworth and drink the world´s worst tea'" her silvery laugher was growing in volume around him, as she ran her fingers through her long hai
'Post War'Part IV-'Of books and tea'- Chapter VII"Professor Snape'Post War'Part IV-'Of books and tea'- Chapter VII2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I´m not entirely sure this letter comes as a surprise. But knowing you I´d say no. As you can probably imagine my father contacted me right after the two of you met. Of course he didn´t tell me exactly what you talked about, as well he wouldn´t if he wanted to keep me in line with his newest plans, but knowing what I know about you and your real role in the war, I have a clear idea of why you came to the Malfoy manor.
I´ll have you know that appealing to my father will get you nowhere. Of course, I assume you never wanted to convince him of anything in the first place. You wouldn´t be so naïve as to expect my father to see the error of his ways and give the ministry any sort of help. You were trying to get to me.
As it always is with your plans, it worked. You have my attention.
My father sent me to France to keep me away from the disgrace of our family...As if the surname Malfoy wouldn´t follow me around, with all that comes with it. At least that´s what I tought at f
'Post War' - Part V- Halloween- Chapter 1Severus looked down at the pile of papers on the coffee table. He picked one up and distractedly ran his eyes over it. A photocopied handout announcing the Our Lady of Cokeworth´s Halloween party in decorated letters and black and white drawings of spider webs, cats and flying witches. The way muggle culture saw magical matters never ceased to amuse him. Well,cliché witches with warts on their hooked noses were still better than the systematic persecutions. He put the paper back on it´s pile and leaned back on the sofa, listening to the sound of Miss Black´s voice as she talked on the phone.'Post War' - Part V- Halloween- Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, that´s right." she nodded her head, looking down at a flyer from a nearby anglo-Indian restaurant, then softly called out to him, covering the speaker with her hand "Severus?"
"Are you sure you want me to order for you?"
"Yes, whatever you order is just fine, don´t worry...Just let me know how much it will be..."
"No, no, I invited you, I got this."
"Absolutely not, I insist.."
Motherhood - Chapter I (collab)(This story takes place 5 months before "Acceptance", and a month before "The ultrassound")Motherhood - Chapter I (collab)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dialogs co-written with Ameraucanablues (see comments)
Early June, 2005
R5479, just outside Doolin, County Clare, Munster Province, Ireland
The red Volvo sped across the emerald-green of the Irish countryside, the fresh blue of the clear spring sky above and the cool seaside sunlight hitting its darkened windows. The wide luxurious fields, the sheep peacefully grazing, the deep indigo of the rowdy sea in the distance beyond the old and grey stones of the Burren and the proud heights of the cliffs should all came as a comforting sight to Evelyn. The road from Dublin to Doolin was so familiar she felt like she could drive through it with her eyes closed. When she had moved to Dublin for college, she´d come back every other weekend by bus or train, and a few years later, once she had started to earn her own money, she´d drive herself back home every weekend. 24 years later, she could easi