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Aside the insufferable accommodations Severus received here, he also had to navigate through further ridicule, abuse, and humiliation by the fact that these so called observers had power enough to pull more than mischief over their eyes.

A power unparalleled in the world he came from, that’s for certain. This was something akin to something one expect to come from a deity, a god. The wizardry world had secrets of its own, even those with enough sense in their head and power to their wand to make spells anew, more efficient, and strong. Regardless of what he’s applied, learned, and done in his time he was still subject to trickery and disdain here. As if it was not enough he was here, he also need be here for the entertainment of these others.

These thoughts were a good portion of what took possession of his mind throughout the day as he wandered the village and poked holes through the air to see where one might find the hidden doorway to the life-beyond. Oh, yes, he was dead - supposedly, for he certainly was not dead here.

Which brings him to now; being alive one required certain essentials to sustain that life, no matter how dreary or inconvenient that life was. He wasn’t about to snuff himself out, after all. Thus, he settled for feeding himself when he was hungry, sleeping when he was tired, and practicing good hygiene to be comfortable.

This, however, was not something he was comfortable with as the bite of his scrambled eggs sent what felt like lava down his throat. His cheeks warmed uncomfortably to the point that his very pores felt as if they were steaming. The heat rose, yet again, up to his eyes which teared up and secreted a feel of almost oil around his eyelids and he was sure they were close to slipping right out from his face. What a sight that would be. Wouldn’t that please the observers?

The temperature rose further north which caused his forehead to feel clammy and it spiked up through his hair which thinned and flattened with the sticky beads of sweat secreting between his strands.

If you’re lucky enough to be around him he certainly is glaring in your direction as if this was your fault.

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{ The sudden spray sent Severus down a drowsy and uncomfortable path in which he eventually clashed against a tree. His eyes focused on the brown animal which he was caught between concluding it to be a cat or an otter. In any case, the spray came from the creature and he was spelled into a sudden exhaustion. Or he suddenly picked up a case of narcolepsy.

In any case, Severus was down for the count. He was pressed up tight against the tree with his chin down to his chest and his hair veiled around his face. The awkward position caused a few snores to press through his mouth which was gaped open.

Two minutes pass and he suddenly wakes with a burst of energy and a warm flush to his cheeks. He slowly pushes himself up against the tree and his hands settle on the bark as if to silently thank the tree for being a wonderful spot to sleep.

He staggers back into the village with a smooth feeling through his joints and a warm churning in his gut; he’s excited, yet he’s not quite sure why––

until he spots someone. When he does it’s evident exactly what he’s feeling and what must be done about it. So he looks to the other and offers a gesture, perhaps a promise, for a good - old - friendly time with them. }

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Username: Severus.Snape

I need not ask but for the sake of keeping an open mind between the inhabitants of this stage and the audience with their puppet strings:

Why is my room filled with a few dozen white rabbits?

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{ Choose your own adventure }