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 Soren´s 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 can´t 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 Flitwick´s 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 I 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 V 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
Last Day at the MillAnd did the Countenance Divine,Last Day at the Mill in General Fiction More Like This
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Work in the cotton mill all my life,
I ain't got nothing but a Barlow knife,
And it's hard times in this old mill,
It's hard times in here.
"Hard Times in the Mill"Traditional folk song
The late afternoon sky was bright and clear, a mocking contrast to the dim, dark town. Dull brick row houses were crowded together, blocking the rays of the sun from the gardens, where only weeds seemed to flourish. The pavement was cracked by the roots of elm trees which had been planted a century before, when the town had flourished. Now they were gnarled and bare of leaves, even though it was summer. They were dying a slow death in a town which also had been dying since the end of the First Great War.
The source of th
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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
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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
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 Potions 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
The Miseducation of Lavinia Llwynog: Part II"There's something up with your mother, Soren. She's acting very strangely."The Miseducation of Lavinia Llwynog: Part II in General Fiction More Like This
Lavinia "Vinnie" Llywynog dropped her book bag and sat on the grass next to Soren Snape. He was intently studying a scroll, his brow furrowing into deep frown lines.
"Eva's being an even bigger pain in the arse than she was last year," he groaned. "She composed this list of proposed new rules and regulations and passed it out to all of the prefects at our meeting on the train. It's bad enough that she's prefect with me, but this really takes the biscuit! She isn't even Head Girl and she's already bossing everyone around as if she were! Merlin's Pants! Just listen to some of these--it's painful to even think that she spent a good part of her summer thinking up this crap!"
"Soren, you didn't hear a word that I said!" Vinnie shouted in frustration as she punched his shoulder.
"Ow--cut it out, Vinnie! What makes you think that something's bothering Mum?" Soren
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"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
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"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
ScheherazadeA Moscow winter was never picturesque, the way it appeared in the photos featuring a snowy St. Basil's which were sold as postcards for tourists. The air was gray and damp, as were the streets, sky and buildings. The snow quickly formed into a gray slush on the sidewalk, ruining the expensive boots of those who were foolish enough to wear them.Scheherazade in Drama More Like This
The grayness did not bother Svetlana, at least not today. She preferred a beautiful summer or autumn in the countryside, but for the moment the grayness gave her the perfect camouflage for the task at hand.
She walked at a leisurely pace among the other pedestrians, or that was how it would appear to a casual observer. In her mind she was conscious of every second that passed. Timing was everything in this job. A half-minute lost could destroy everything and put her at serious risk.
Svetlana had taken particular care to blend in with the public. Her long blond hair was wound into a simple bun and tucked under a plain gray scarf. She w
A Spot of LuckSeverus thought that he had arrived early for the Advanced Potions class, only to find that two of the tables had already filled with Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. He found a seat at an empty table and surveyed the room. Not many students qualified to take N.E.W.T. level potions. He was one of the chosen few who had continued to this level with Professor Slughorn's endorsement.A Spot of Luck in General Fiction More Like This
"You're a natural at potions, Severus!" his Head of House exclaimed as he reviewed his O.W.L. results and approved his sixth year schedule. "You and Miss Evans were among only four students who achieved an Outstanding on their Potions O.W.L.!"
The mention of Lily's name had made him feel ill. It had been right after their O.W.L. exams that the worst incident of his life had happened. In a moment of rage and shame he had called her a terrible, disgusting name. A name that was now finding more frequent usage among Slytherin students but which was still anathema to the majority of the Hogwarts pupils. Lily ha
Sandy is a WhoreHello everyone! I'm writing this brief journal to let all of the kind people who inquired about me in the wake of Hurricane Sandy. My family and I are fine, but the storm left us without heat, power, telephone or electricity. That means a week of cold showers (No, they are not good for your constitution--the Puritans lied), breakfast at the diner, quick meals on the grill, and trying not to get on each other's nerves. The last is the hardest since school is out all week (and so is work) and the entire area where I live is out of power. I am typing this quick note courtesy of my father who generously let me use his computer. My parents were one of the lucky few who did not suffer power outage!Sandy is a Whore in Personal More Like This
Needless to say, I will be M.I.A. from dA for a while. Aside from the title, this journal is not a rant since the storm merely inconvenienced me. Please forgive me for not commenting on your beautiful art and j
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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
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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
A tale to be toad - Chapter. I - Those Dicey Days Chapter I - Those Dicey DaysA tale to be toad - Chapter. I - Those Dicey Days 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
Being a womanHappy (late) woman's day to all of you , mulheres.Being a woman in Personal More Like This
It's a day to meditate about all the conquests our sisters in the past got after so much struggle and sacrifices. Thanks to them I'm not locked in some empty room, but comunicating with you all in the world wide web. Thanks to them, I'm finishing a bachelor course in a University, I can have my own income, get my own living, choose who I want to live my life with, decide my destiny.
All of us owe them.
But, it's also a day to meditate about all the work to get done we have ahead! The total equality between genders isn't still a reality, even in western societies. We have still to deal with gender based violence (in all its forms) and prejudice.
It's a day of fight.
Anyway, we should celebrate our victories and be proud of what we are everyday.
Thank you for you attention.
O That I Were A GloveThe grass beneath his long and pale toes did not feel cool, nor was it warm. It was neither soft, nor scratchy. He didn't feel it as he didn't feel many things just now: aside from the overwhelming sadness, despair, which sometimes flared into anger when certain fingers touched the wound just right. His heart continued to beat in his chest, but now it seemed to keep a meaningless rhythm. He still could not wrap his head around the fact that he must move forward in his life, without her in it. It seemed as though the sun had been blotted out: an eternal eclipse of darkness.O That I Were A Glove in General Fiction More Like This
He spent even more time alone than he had before. The Room of Requirement was his hiding place and there he studied until his eyes would no longer stay open, and practiced Occlumency until his head was splitting with pain. Until her goodbye Severus had thought he had done rather well at learning to control the emotions he considered weakness in himself. He knew now that he was a mere novice, and his sense of control
Valentine From a PotterHeadmaster Snape is given a Valentine.Valentine From a Potter in General Fiction More Like This
Includes: Snape, Al Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Potter, and other Potters.
The sun had hardly crested over the horizon, but Severus Snape was already awake and about. It was February, and cold, icy, winds whipped around the castle. Severus stood framed against a tall, slender, window, that allowed him to look down his nose and out over the campus as the first fingers of sunlight stretched over the perfect white blanket of snow, and made it glitter and glow. Steam wafted gently from his cup of tea, and warmed the cold tip of his nose. He sipped, and watched, considering what day it was. It was Valentines day.
Snape had never been fond of the holiday, as it only served as a bitter reminder to what he had lost. He had seen her when he passed behind the curtain of this world. Severus had blinked, as if waking up, and the green eyes he looked into were not Harry's but hers. Her tears fell upon his colorless face like a baptism, and she whisp
Merry Christmas SeverusTitle: Merry Christmas SeverusMerry Christmas Severus in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: Ten year old Severus Snape, Eileen Snape, Tobias Snape, mentions of Lily Evans.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. Rowling owns these wonderful characters.
A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
The stairs were cold and creaky as Severus stepped down them. It was to be expected every winter, and the iciness of the air was befitting the spirit of the house.
Downstairs was quiet. Severus had expected to see his father sprawled onto the couch, with a litter of beer cans strewn over the floor, but there was no trace. Severus held out no hope of his father being sober that morning. It was more likely he had never returned from the pub he'd stormed off to after there had been a row of fantastic proportions.
Yesterday had been Christmas Eve, and it had also been the day that Severus had been escorted home by an officer of the law who did not like 'greasy young hooligans' lurking around and snatching things that didn't belong to them. Ten year
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Footsteps clicked upon stone, leaving brown and red smudges in a trail, followed by the flutter of a black cloak. Tiny hands grasped wooden slats, and gray eyes peered through the spaces. He recognized the sound of his father's brisk approach.
The child's eyes grew wide when a tall figure with a scary face swooped into the room. Draco began to fuss, but then his fears were doused when Lucius removed his half-skull mask.
Draco's teary gaze shifted over his father's form, a happy smile tugging at the corners of the boys delicate lips. There were shiny, wet patches, and splatters on Daddy's robes, though Draco did not know what they were. Lucius was leering, grinning, his eyes the same shade as his sons but tinted with a gleeful madness. Lucius leaned over the edge of the crib and peered at his son who was still wearing a beautiful christening gown. Cissy held on to some religious traditions, though Lucius found them personally ridiculous. She insisted, at least, on this for her son t
Seven For A SecretEileen leaned against the chipped and dingy kitchen counter, and drew the last breakfast dish out of the cold water in the sink. There hadn't been hot water for weeks, and their landlord was not inclined to do repairs anytime soonthey were several months behind in rent. The Snape's were lucky to have their leaky roof over their heads, instead of being tossed out onto the streets, so cold water would have to do. She moved the graying wash clothe around the plate in her hand, snagging it on a chip. She finished and watched the sky as she listened to the water burp and gurgle noisily down the drain. Severus was convinced there was a monster living beneath the sink. Tobias scolded the boy saying so, in his gruff voice declaring that there 'innit no such things as monsters, boy'. How could Severus believe such declaration when the boy had seen a real monster which lived not under the sink, but under his father's eyes.Seven For A Secret in General Fiction More Like This
Eileen's thin lips disappeared into a flat line, her black eyes set
A Prince EnoughPairing: Severus Snape/Evelyn Black (OC)A Prince Enough 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
Taking Spinner's EndA fic about young Severus Snape and his mother EileenTaking Spinner's End in Drama More Like This
Warnings: Implied violence
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I merely play around in it for fun.
"Oh, Tobias, no." Eileen Prince pulled her old, pilly gray cardigan closer around her, as if it could shield her from what her husband was telling her. The small, windowless kitchen seemed even gloomier.
"Little ponce thinks he can talk to me like that? I don't care if he's the boss' son. I told him where he can get off." Tobias was unemployed again. The man was just constitutionally unable to hold his tongue, even when doing so would be in his best interest. He sat on a rickety chair and unlaced his work boots, working hard to focus his eyes. Of course, he hadn't come home straightaway after being sacked. He had to stop at a pub first and down a few shots. That was his way.
Eileen's thick brows drew together as she fretted. The water heater wanted fixing. The roof was l
An Astronomical Love StoryEmmaline would tell anyone who listened that there was an entire universe inside of her head. There were galaxies in her eyes, and the stars in them were formed in the nebula of her brain. Her mouth was a quasar, surrounding a black hole that would completely consume anything that crossed its event horizon. No one would believe Emmaline, and most avoided her, but she was not lonely because she was a universe unto herself. She contained multitudes.An Astronomical Love Story in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One day, Emmaline met a boy. "I see galaxies in your eyes," he told her. She opened her mouth, and the light of the quasar drew him in. By the time he realized he was in the grip of the black hole, he struggled, terrified, but he could not escape. For a moment, he felt both stretched and compressed and then *pop*. He was gone, but from Emmaline's perspective, he was there with her forever, slowly red-shifting toward the event horizon.
The Little Mermaid Talks Back To Her CreatorHans, you said that when I diedThe Little Mermaid Talks Back To Her Creator in Free Verse More Like This
I would return to the bosom
Of my mother, the sea
To be the foam on her waves
So when the Prince wed another
I dove into her waters
Only to be torn from her embrace
And placed into servitude
Why did you change my happy ending?
StardustPairing: Abraxas Malfoy/Charlus PotterStardust in Romance More Like This
Rating: A very mild T
This story might not make much sense if you haven't read any of my other Abraxas fics--you can find a list of them on my story index (link below).
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
This was one of their songs, his and Charlus'. Along with 'The White Cliffs of Dover,' 'Some Enchanted Evening,' and 'Deep Purple'. How many times did they dance together behind closed doors to that sweet melody? Abraxas always tried not to let himself daydream too much, but when he rested his head on Charlus' chest and nestled into his arms as they swayed to the music, he couldn't help imagining that it was the first dance of their wedding reception. A world where he could spend his life together with the one he loved; just one more impossible thing he longed for.
You wandered down the la
Seven Two-Sentence StoriesThe Day We Demolished Our HomeSeven Two-Sentence Stories in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It started with a roach. We have learned that it pays to read instruction labels.
From the 'Camp Runamuck Handbook'
It is recommended that you not deviate from the path when walking from the lodge to the beach. However, rumors that campers have disappeared are completely untrue, and anyone repeating them will be talking to our lawyers.
The Time Machine Malfunctions
The carousel spun backwards faster and faster, and the two men clung to the wooden horses desperately, not knowing where-- or when-- they would stop. The mechanism gave out with an abrupt crash, the din drawing the attention of a very hungry T. rex.
From the Last Email That Burt Johnson Ever Sent
I know that Jennie had her heart set on a wide-screen TV, but I thought the money would be better spent on a power saw. I think anniversary gifts should be practical.
New Species of Finch Found
Ornithologists are amazed at the way the bi
A Victorian Girl"Educating a female will divert too much blood to her brain, causing the womb to wither," the doctor cautioned, but neither the doctor nor Sophronia's parents could keep her from reading omnivorously. Instead of drying up as predicted, her womb expanded as she became pregnant with words, and she later gave birth to a library.A Victorian Girl in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lily/Snape DrabbleStartled green eyes looked into his, eyes that he had never thought he would look into again. "Oh. Hello, Severus. How are you." Cool, yet polite, and then Lily was on her way, probably off to buy things for the baby that pushed out the front of her blouse.Lily/Snape Drabble in Drama More Like This
He'd convinced himself that he was over her; it was easy to do when he thought that he would never see her again. But one look from those eyes, and banked embers burst into flame. "How am I? I am going crazy without you," he said, but she was long gone.
Oh Sweet Baby, Feed My YakPairing: Hermione Granger/Fred WeasleyOh Sweet Baby, Feed My Yak in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling.
Hermione peered at herself the mirror that hung in the hallway, worried that her make-up was running all over her face. But, no, the mascara that she had bought from the apothecary in Hogsmeade was smudge-proof and tear-proof, just like the packaging said. Witch cosmetics were far superior to their Muggle counterparts.
Her hair was still sleek and perfectly in place, and her outfit was still unwrinkled and fresh. If it weren't for her sniffling and her reddened eyes, no one would realize that anything was wrong.
"My parents deny it, but I'm pretty sure that Ron was dropped on his head as a baby."
Hermione caught the tall ginger's eyes in the mirror. "Oh, Fred!"
"No, you're not." A small smile played on Hermione's lips.
"Merlin, you really are too clever, aren't you?" Fred laughed.
"There's no such thing as too clever." Hermione turned so she co