Severus Snape. Sixth Year. Slytherin. The Halfblood Prince.

The Test | Snape & Mulciber 

mulcibitch:

Mulciber rolled his eyes at Snape’s little speech. “Right, then,” he said, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt for the time being. “Why don’t you stop moping and go prove it.” The boys followed their target out of the library, keeping a safe distance the entire journey. Snape was taking his sweet time. Mulciber was just about to ask if he was waiting for a parade when he disarmed the girl. Snape threw the wand back at him and he caught it with ease, still unimpressed. If he was so pleased by taking someone’s wand, he wondered what would happen when he moved on to more sophisticated spells. There was a sudden flash and the girl was hanging in midair, looking absolutely terrified. Mulciber smiled slightly at the sight. But it was hardly enough.

“Ooooh, she’s levitating,” Mulciber said mockingly. “Absolutely terrifying. However did you do it?” Scoffing, he tossed the Hufflepuff’s wand to the floor and stepped up beside Snape. “I’ve seen this kind of thing from people like Potter.” He didn’t look over to see Snape’s reaction to him referencing the incident from last year. He was certain it would do what he needed it to. “What, are you just going to leave her here for the night? Let her hit the ground? Is that all you’ve got?” Mulciber waved his wand lazily and waited for a moment. The girl shrieked suddenly and clasped her hand over her mouth, where her teeth were growing at a heavy pace. “You know, if you get them the right length, she could suffocate,” he muttered to Snape. “And that’s a child’s hex.” He waved the wand again and the teeth shrank back to normal. “But how rude of me. This is supposed to be your project, isn’t it?” Mulciber walked away from Snape and leaned against the wall casually. “Now show me something worth seeing. And don’t forget to shut her up.”

Realising himself, Snape flicked his wand and said, Muffilato,” making sure his voice was low. The whimpering of the girl became almost impossible to hear, merely a quiet buzzing in the air. Keeping his wand trained on the girl, Snape’s head snapped around to face Mulciber, his features contorting menacingly. “No need to rush these things. I think it’s far more,” he paused, muttering something that made the girl twist around in the air, “pleasurable to take,” – with another flick of his wand, the girl began to jerk violently in the air – “your time” With one last sneer in Mulciber’s direction, he turned back to face the girl, lifted his wand, and said, “Liberacorpus.” Snape smirked as the girl came crashing to the ground, his feet moving towards her as soon as she hit the ground.

Looking down at her, Snape felt a rush of power, something he had never felt before. He had always felt so useless and walked over in this damn school, but now he was the one doing the walking over, he was powerful, he was in control. Twisting his neck so he could glance back at Mulciber, he said, “But if suffocation is what you’re into…” making sure his voice was cool and steady, despite the overwhelming rush powering through him. “Langlock.” He swished his wand, the smirk still ever present on his face as the girl lifted her hands to her mouth and tried desperately to pull her tongue away from the roof of her mouth. “That’ll get her choking eventually. Are you going to stand back there all night, or are you going to come and enjoy this?”

What’s this about someone dying? 

mulcibitch:

A Hufflepuff? Eh, probably deserved it. Are they finally doing something about the filth?

Whilst I ‘d like to believe that Dumbledore is finally doing a much needed purge of the school, I think the fact that he is bringing in Auror’s suggests he had nothing to do with it. At lease someone seems to be doing what he apparently can’t.

The Test | Snape & Mulciber 

mulcibitch:

And there it was. Snape could hardly keep himself composed after Mulciber rattled off his insults. As he tensed and his features darkened, Mulciber realized that it would be no good to try and hold any power over Snape. He wasn’t there because he wanted to be. He was there because he had no other options. The mudblood didn’t want anything to do with him. “Oh, too soon?” he asked teasingly. “I thought you were done with the mudblood. Don’t tell me I was wrong.” But as much as he wanted to press on, Mulciber wasn’t stupid. He knew Snape was talented with the dark arts, or so he had heard, and he didn’t want this rumor to be tested on himself.

Eyeing Snape’s wand carefully, Mulciber stood and leaned halfway across the table. “Look, Snape. There’s one thing you need to get through your head if you’re going to go anywhere on this side of things. Filth is filth. There are no exceptions. Blood traitors, mudbloods…” He spat out the words as if they had left an offensive taste in his mouth. “Out there, where things are happening, they don’t make exceptions. Not even for your precious Evans.” He glanced over at the Hufflepuff who was making a speedy escape from the library. “Alright, I’ll cut you a deal. I won’t mention your mudblood again. Won’t say a damn word. But you need to get your shit together. If you want  to be taken seriously, you need to drop this little attachment of yours. Because I’m sure no one else is going to be as generous as I am. And you might not be afraid of me now, here in this empty little section of the library, but it’s a whole different story when you’ve got a group of men more worthy than you tracking you down. Got it?” He backed away from the table, looking around casually as if they were heading off for a few laps around the Quidditch pitch. “Well, let’s get to it, then. You said you can do incredible things with that.” He nodded at Snape’s wand. “Let’s a have a look.”

Snape kept his face impassive as Mulciber rattled off his speech about filth and the world outside, vaguely thinking in the back of his head that he didn’t need patronising idiots like him, and that he should walk away. Really, what could Mulciber offer him; yes, he had most of the school scared, but because he was big and had a screw loose, not because he had any real talent. As their conversation had progressed Snape could see that the real power, the real talent, lay with him, shown by Mulciber allowing Snape to talk to him this way. And did he need Mulciber? Couldn’t he just use that power alone, tell the idiotic boy opposite him to shove off?

Deciding no, he would stick with Mulciber – whether you have power and respect or not, life could still be lonely when you have no friends – he leaned forward once more, his voice low so he wouldn’t be overheard. He knew Lily frequented the library often and was on friendly terms with others that did and he couldn’t risk what he was about to say getting back at her. “Whilst that speech was extremely informative and impassioned it isn’t necessary, quite frankly.” He paused for a moment, twiddling his wand between his fingers in a threatening and slightly sinister way. “You’ve probably heard about the incident at the lake last year, everybody has. You know what I said. I meant it, I don’t need filthy mudbloods like her. And she and all the other pieces of muck who walk around this place like they have the right will get what’s coming to them.” Another twisted smile crossed his face, and he leaned further forward, conspiratorially. “I’m not worried about being tracked down; I know there is a choice to be made and I’ll be making the right one.”

Snape finally stood up, ready to prove all he was capable off and where his loyalties lay. He kept his hand firmly in his hand as he exited the library, following the small Hufflepuff down the darkened corridors. Waiting until they were a few away from the library, in the safety of a dark and deserted corridor, he pointed his wand at the girl and muttered, “Expelliarmus”. His hand reached out to catch the wand that flew towards him, and with a malicious smile he chucked it to Mulciber before his wand was directed to the girl again. She had turned around at the sound of them behind her, her eyes fearful, and Snape was surprised at how much he enjoyed seeing it on her face. “Didn’t your prefects tell you not to go wandering dark corridors alone at night?” he asked menacingly, raising his wand and saying, “Levicorpus” She was up in the air instantly, held there by invisible bonds, and power raced through Snape immediately.

veronicathesmethley:

Well, jumping up and down wouldn’t exactly go unappreciated, but I’ll take what I can get. Maybe if you make very subtle suggestions, he’ll go along with it. He’s got a lot of pride, yeah, but if he likes someone enough, he’d do basically anything for ‘em.

Shall I roll out the red carpet whilst I’m at it? Honestly, jumping up and down? Looking for a bit much. I suppose I could do that, maybe he won’t notice. And really, with N.E.W.T.S. coming up he ought to push us a bit more, get us to do harder stuff. There’s loads I could suggest. Maybe if I slip him some pineapple taffy every once in a while he won’t notice the suggestions. 

veronicathesmethley:

We’ll have to work on your enthusiasm a bit, yeah? But thanks, nonetheless. I’m sure he’ll come up with some good assignments later in the year. After all, the first few weeks are dedicated to review and the like. Maybe you should make a few suggestions to him? He pretty much adores you, mate.

What would you like me to do? Jump up and down? Dance? This is about as enthusiastic as I get. I’m certainly not holding my breath. After five years of having classes with him I have come to accept that he is a boring git. He’s got a lot of pride though, not sure if he would still love me if I told him how to teach. 

veronicathesmethley:

Of course! It’s always nice to see someone from my own house. As for the essay, I finished it ages ago. Not exactly the best assignment Slughorn’s come up with, I’m afraid; but at least it was something to do.

Well, I… er I guess it’s nice to see you too. He never comes up with good assignments. Honestly, his classes are too easy. I could do a better job at him than  him. 

veronicathesmethley:

Hullo, Snape! Nice to see you around. How’s the Potions essay going?

Is it, really? Not the usual sentiment people have about me. The potions essay was a waste of my time, took me all of ten minutes. I wish Slughorn would challenge us. You done yours? 

I would perhaps be less bored if Slughorn actually tried to challenge me. 

That potions essay was far too easy.