It was a rainy afternoon, but the sun shone through the clouds. Lilly watched out the window in her History of Magic class, the green house was so far below her high window that it seemed to be a green glassy smudge in the beautiful view of grass, forest, and water. It was easy not to listen in in this class, beacause the professor never stopped to ask questions, または ask if everyone understood what they were talking about. She turned away from her gorgeous window view to watch a もっと見る ammusing subject. Severus Snape sat beside her on the bench, his head bent down and shoulders craining over a advanced potion making book as he scribbled notes into the margins. She watched his face move, so stern, so sirious,but still caring, and understanding. His hand 書く was slanting and messy all over the book, but it didn't bother her. His hand 書く was certainly much better than James Potter's. Lily gingerly poked Snape's arm, "Sev" she whispered "I need to burn something." He looked at her confused "Burn something? what? why?" She shrugged, "It's a sort of an, unwelcome present." Lily reached inside of her robes and pulled out the crumpled piece of parchment. She wrapped her fingers around it, tired of its seemingly unbearable wieght in her pocket. "Now Sev." she hissed. "I need to get rid of this piece of parchment!" The bellrang, and everyone rose out of their seats to leave. Lily glared at severus, unhappy that he didnt provide a chance for her to dispose of the unwelcome shred of paper that wieghed heavily on her heart. She dropped it on the table. "You want to know what it is, Sev? Read it and weep." She stormed out, her 本 in hand. Severus reached out a shaking hand and picked up the paper, knowing the words it contained would only add to the としょうかん, ライブラリ of pain that was truly, his life's story. He uncrumpled the paper, its rounded edges seemed worthy of a child's touch. The nasty scrawl inside the paper read I don't understand why あなた hang around with that freak of nature Snivellus. Why not hang around with some real possessors of masculinity, like Sirius, Remus, Peter, and I? または are faggots your men of choice?
James He threw the paper at the wall, his anger at a boiling point. He picked up his messenger bag of 本 and stormed into the hallway. The crowd that infested the hallway was large, people fought each other to go in opposite directions, but allowed Snape a small wake, his ローブ billowing behind him, making him look like a sort of a large bat. He saw Potter, dirty good for nothing, filthy Potter pompusly stride into the men's room. He stormed into the bathroom after him, and stood behind him, his sollon face pulsing with anger, every feature of him positively livid. "Your お気に入り faggot is here Potter!" he snarled, allowing Potter a chance to turn around. James turned around, a smirk painted on his face "No hard feelings I assume then Sniv?" "Oh yeah. I'm sure!" Severus sneered at him. "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" Snape shouted sending James buckling to the floor. Snape kicked James onto his back "No hard feelings James," he growled, kicking him in the jaw, breaking a few teeth. "Sectumsempra." he whispered, leaving James drowning in a pool of his own blood. He turned away from his dirty work, almost shocked he'd had the guts to do that. He passed Sirius and Remus as he left the bathroom, and stopped them, "Have fun in there, ok? I hope あなた enjoy your reds." He smiled triumphantly at thier baffled expressions and did a sort of a pompus-james-potter-walk out of the bathroom and into the hall, not thinking of the conciquences, または the pain that his dark hearted decisions would bring to him in the future.