Soren Prince Snape fun factsSoren Prince Snape fun facts
Soren was born on the Halloween of 2005, in Hogsmead, Scotland. He is a scorpio with Libra rising and moon in scorpio. As such he can have a very difficult, albeit rather charming, personality Sorenīs delivery was very delicate (as was the entire pregancy)and he was a very fussy and difficult baby.
Soren has ADHD, and as a child needed several outlets such as toys, books, sports and creative games. As a result he developed quite an imaginative and resourceful mind. His parents joined efforts to provide him with an environment that could provide both intellectual stimulus as well as discipline have also given him quite an edge in his academic studies, even tough he canīt help but being all over the place all the time.
Soren was almost sorted into Ravenclaw.
Soren was taught Irish step dancing, piano and singing by his mother. He was part of the Hogwarts choir and was one of Flitwickīs most prized singers. As a child he sang in the contralto range. After
'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter IOctober, 7th'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter I1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The newspaper Ms. Black had brought him laid on the couch, exactly where he had left it the day before. Severus picked it up, sipping his coffee distractedly. Salvador Dali....This brought back memories. He could still remember the scent of new books in that bookstore downtown where he and Lily would spend hours on end at least once a week. It was a small shop that also sold comic books, posters and art prints, a local landmark that had closed just like so many small businesses in Cokeworth did when the mill was closed. In the 80s Cokeworth became a ghost town. Without the mill there was nothing left for more than half the townspeople who depended on it directly or indirectly. The ones who were better off and had jobs in Manchester or Oldham fared better, but it took the city as a whole almost a decade to start getting back on its feet. And even now, Cokeworth was still nothing to be praised. Still a half-dead filthy town living on the shadow of Manchest
'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 V2 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 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 V10 months 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 canīt bring myself to have a serious conversation with anybody whose face I canīt 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 wouldnīt 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. Narcissaīs 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 VI9 months 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 IIISeverus sat down on the couch and observed as Evelyn brought out a bottle of prosecco and two glasses. She put the glasses on the coffee table and sat next to him, mindful to keep a somewhat safe distance. She obviously knew by now her neighbour wasīt given to too much familiarity and had finally started to act accordingly.'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea - Chapter III1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This should open our appetite for dinner" She told him, dexterously removing the cork from the bottle, causing it to make a pleasantly soft popping sound.
"I assume this is in celebration of your new job" he asked as she filled his glass
"I guess..."she smiled quietly
"Being hired to teach at Cokeworth Academy is hardly a cause for celebration, you surely realize."
"Is this just you being your usual sour self or does it come from first hand knowledge?"
"A bit of both" he smirked
"Well, then I assume being the kind and concerned neighbour you are, you will surely tell me whatīs so dreadful about Cokeworth Academy?"
"Itīs located in Cokeworth to begin with" he told h
'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter VIOctober, 6th'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter VI1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been quite a while since Evelyn had last gone jogging. No matter what weather, temperature or day, she always started her morning with at least an hour exercise. That was under normal circumstances, of course...But the past weeks could hardly be considered "normal circumstances", and with moving in and getting acclimated to her new life in Cokeworth... Going so long without exercising, without going out in the morning to breath some fresh air was starting to get to her. Evelyn had always had a slight tendency towards gaining weight, and in this past few days she had been on an emotional eating spree... actually, since the death of her father she hadn´t been watching her diet or even her health at all...She had let herself go, actually...taking care of his estate, going over his papers, taking care of her mother, explaining everything to her nieces, then moving to another country...Her routine was turned upside down, and she found he
'Post War' Part II - 'The Cat' - Chapter IIChapter II'Post War' Part II - 'The Cat' - Chapter II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, Ciarán...or whatever you name is... you found your way here, you should have no trouble finding your way back"
Severus fought the urge to simply toss the cat out the window. True to be told it would be rather satisfying to just kick the insolent furball out and watch as it ran away terrified. But considering his owner was his new neighbor, it would probably be more prudent to just show him the way out. Miss Black was petulant and intrusive enough as it was, mistreating her cat would only bring him more annoyance, and quite frankly he was in no shape to deal with it.
So instead of indulging on his more aggressive urges, Severus merely opened the kitchen to and let the cat out. It sat there on the windowsill for a few moments and left, making him breath a sight of relief...
Where was he, again? Oh, yeah...Cofee...
Alas..no coffee, and no tea...Actually, no nothing...When was the last time he had gone grocery shopping?...Hell, he couldn´t even rememb
'Post-War'-Part V- Halloween- Chapter IVOctober 25th'Post-War'-Part V- Halloween- Chapter IV2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aumbry St. foret restaurant
Aumbry St.foret was a small but elegant and well-regarded restaurant. A red-brick façade, two ample bow windows, discreet doors painted in black and a sleek inconspicuous sign barely called much attention in the small street off the main avenue. Of course the size and discretion only added to the value. Which was one of the reasons Severus tended to avoid places like this. As much as one could benefit from the privacy and quiet a place like that had to offer, the truth was that restaurants such as these, that prided themselves in being small-scale and therefore providing supposedly higher quality services, were little more than a nest of middle-class snobs who viewed themselves in such high regard that even their food had to be treated as some sort of ritual for the initiated, preferably including many French words none of the patrons knew the real meaning of and decorations that should make any sensible person weary of pa
'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter IIOctober, 4th'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, 13
Severus woke up earlier than usual. Not that he had gotten much sleep anyway.
What Minerva had asked him was nothing but child´s play. All he had to do was set up some smoke and mirrors and throw a gullible muggle off her trail of investigation. It was simple enough, and he was completely aware of the obvious fact that he was the only one who could do it. Minerva was absolutely right, Miss Black had to be stopped before the Statute of Secrecy was broken, he was in a privileged position to do so, easily and without raising any flags...
Then why did her request made him so uncomfortable?
Maybe because, as simple as it was, it entailed things he currently had nor the patience nor the will for... It was evident enough that if he wanted to gather information and protect the Statute of Secrecy from that nosy woman he would have to approach her and play the part of a nice, concerned neighbour...The
'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, Cokeworth, Northern England.
Severus put down the book and puffed heavily. It was the sixth time the bloody doorbell had rung.
Probably the teenage delinquents who were in the inconvenient habit of roaming Spinner´s End on occasion. During the past few years, they had been coming over to that abandoned part of town whenever they felt bored or were being chased by the police. As a matter of fact, with the street´s alarming state of decay, most of its houses deserted, it was rather surprising that the juvenile gangster-hopefuls didn´t come around to "visit" more often.
Spinner´s End was after all a perfect hiding place...Nobody better than Severus knew that...
But the fact was that Spinner´s End was ruined to such a degree that not even those little punks took a more than passing interest in it. Sometimes they entered an abandoned house to smoke, played some loud music (that is, if that godawful cacophony could be call
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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
'Post War'Part IV-'Of books and tea'- Chapter VII"Professor Snape'Post War'Part IV-'Of books and tea'- Chapter VII9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Iīm not entirely sure this letter comes as a surprise. But knowing you Iīd say no. As you can probably imagine my father contacted me right after the two of you met. Of course he didnīt tell me exactly what you talked about, as well he wouldnīt 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.
Iīll 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 wouldnīt 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 wouldnīt follow me around, with all that comes with it. At least thatīs what I tought at f