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[ETHAN SEVERIN SNAPE]

Ethan had quite the sweet tooth. One might not be able to tell this from his tall, lanky frame, however. He probably ate too much chocolate than what was necessarily healthy for a body. He oft got headaches when he didn't get enough of it - he was worse than a pregnant woman. He got cravings that sometimes disturbed him from his deepest sleep or in the middle of a homework assignment. It was why he kept a secret stash of candy in his pillow. He oft did his coursework in the boy's dormitory to avoid all the gossipmongering and stupidity that sometimes happened in the common room. He wasn't a fan of watching the girls fight or the guys talk about how so and so was such a wuss for not hexing so and so. Sometimes, his classmates were tolerable, but even the upper classman sometimes had the uncanny ability to be far more immature than he could stand. So it really probably was for the best that he didn't do his homework in the vicinity of his peers.

Someone had told him once that he probably craved the caffiene, so he should drink some coffee. Problem was that Ethan hated coffee more than he hated the Potters, which was truly saying something. So no, Ethan would not be giving up his chocolate any time soon. He was just grateful that he had a fast metabolism that allowed him to eat like the stereotypical fat junk food junkie without gaining a pound, which was really helpful. He knew that no one would ever be attracted to a five hundred pound man. It was probably one of the many reasons that Crabbe and Goyle were never going to find dates. They were so fat, their date was probably afraid they were going to be eaten. He sincerely doubted that unless someone charmed their dates into chocolate. Then maybe the imbeciles would do something like that. He snorted. He may just have to try it out sometime just to see how stupid they were. Then again, that would hardly be fair to the poor girl. Was there even a charm that could turn people into chocolate? He rather doubted it, and it was probably good. If it were real, people's enemies would be disappearing a little too quickly.

Ethan shook his head, trying to rid his mind of these rather absurd thoughts. It was times like these where he wished he knew occulumency. Then he could know that no one was reading his rather weird thoughts and thinking him rather daft or inane. He would say it was simply because his craving for chocolate was affecting his thoughts. He didn't know if that were even possible, but for the sake of his sanity he was going to say that it was possible and it was even happening right now. He knew just where to go, to get his cravings to diminish. He needed to go to Honeydukes. It would probably be in his best interest to do so, he was quickly running out of chocolate. The night previous, he nearly finished everything he had, his craving had been so bad. Of course, now he regretted that - but it would be okay. He had money and he would have his chocolates, and it would be all right.

He headed to Honeydukes, rolling his eyes as a group of giggling third year Hufflepuffs raced past him. One of the girls had vivid red hair, but that was her only redeeming quality. Her laugh was quite off putting and she seemed far too skinny to be allowed. Her gossiping and obnoxious friends were far worse, however. They were neither attractive nor funny, and their laughs were far more odious than hers. Wincing at the sound, he gave a long sigh. It was going to be a long day, he assumed. He just got that feeling right then and there, and this didn't please him. But whom would it please, really? Rolling his eyes at this rather mundane thought, he trudged on, hoping that no one was stupid enough to try to engage him in conversation. Sometimes, girls would queue up to see him, but they weren't the type of girls that he held any interest in.

Most, if not all, always had a hard time looking him in the eye. He knew why. It was these accursed eyes of his. One was black and one was green. He had gotten used to it over the course of his fourteen years of life, but he knew that it took some getting used to. Not to mention, even he, was sometimes weirded out by them - and they were his eyes. So he knew why most cringed and even shied away from meeting his eye, but it didn't make him any less irritable about it. He was a normal human being just like they with thoughts and feelings and a heart, though, some would say that he lacked the latter. Yet he had one, all the same, even if he didn't choose to be a bleeding heart like St. Potter's mother; it didn't mean that he didn't have any empathy for anyone. He was just good at concealing his emotions from the world. Something that he had learned from his father, Severus Snape. This was probably another reason most people couldn't meet his eye. They didn't like and weren't about to pretend to like the Potion Master's son.

Finally, after what seemed five thousand years, Ethan made it to Honeydukes. Smiling to himself, he pushed open the door to the shop, and went about amusing himself by looking at the merchandise. He wrinkled his nose as he passed the acid pops. He remembered getting one once as a kid from a girl who insisted that the acid pops were good. She had been a mere slip of a girl, and he had trusted her because what sweet little girl like that, lied? She did! He had burned a hole right through his tongue before he realized what the lollipop was doing. He threw it, watching for mere seconds as smoke engulfed one of the small bushes he had thrown it in. Wincing at that memory, he subconciously licked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. Fortunately, his father had put him right. Though, he could still remember seeing the look of annoyance flash across his father's face as if he should have known better. Well, from that point on, Ethan had a tendency to be rather guarded and he rarely trusted people. Something that hadn't changed years later, and if anything had gotten worse.

He snorted as he passed the cockroach clusters, not too keen on eating cockroaches even if they were fake. He wrinkled his nose as he passed the chocolate frogs. He didn't think having anything hop realistically in the stomach could be a selling point, but some people actually liked the sensation. It made him want to throw up.

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[LEAH KALYN ROOKWOOD]

Well Lee couldn’t deny she was glad to be out of Hogwarts for a bit, even if it did mean she had to travel to Hogsmeade in a swarm of over excited students. She couldn’t understand why everyone was so excited about visiting Hogsmeade, it wasn’t like the village was anything special, sure it had a few interesting shops but apart from that it was pretty dull. If Lee had mastered apperation she certainly would have apperated home for the duration of the trip, however she hadn’t and so resorted to wandering around the village. She had completely disregarded the rules and ventured off on her own, but honestly who was going to approach her in the middle of Hogsmeade? The professors were being far too precautious.

Lee pushed past a group of Hufflepuff girls, knocking a particular annoying red headed girl into her other irritating friend; they sent glares in Lee’s direction before running off giggling. If Lee hadn’t been wearing her prefect badge she probably would have sent a curse their way, however she was keeping a low profile this term, and didn’t want to be reprimanded for improper use of magic. If there was a house she disliked the most it was the Hufflepuff house, what in merlin’s name was the point of Hufflepuffs? What earthly good did they do but get in the way? Hold up everybody business with their irritating ‘niceness’.

Lee was surprised she hadn’t seen her younger sister around today, although Lee didn’t voluntarily seek her younger sister out, nor would she make it openly known, she did think highly of the girl. She respected her sister intelligence, and made it her business to make sure the girl wasn’t picked on by any member of the student body. Lee’s eyes strolled lazily across to honeydukes, Lee herself disliked chocolate greatly, she didn’t understand the appeal around the stuff. Her sister on the other hand would quite happily accept some chocolate, and usually had a stash hidden around the house. Lee wandered into the store, perhaps she could buy something for her sister she thought. Although she tried to hide it, Lee was sometime prone to acts of kindness although those lucky enough to be on the receiving end would usually only be family members.

Lee couldn’t be sure where her dislike from chocolate came from, but she thought it probably had something to do with her mother. Most things that Lee disliked did.

As Lee browsed the shelves her eyes fell upon a familiar face, although she didn’t know the Snape boy personally Lee knew who he was. After all who didn’t? Most people Lee knew at Hogwarts disliked Professor Snape greatly, and that dislike she had observed was also transferred to the Snape boy. Lee didn’t really know why, she herself respected Professor Snape, at least in his classes Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors knew their place, and you could actually achieve some work worthwhile in his classes rather than have the class clown ruin the lesson.

Lee picked up a box of fudge fly’s and inspected the contents, as she read the label the boxes lid came free and before she knew it the fudge flies had escaped and were proceeding to buzzing around her head, ‘Damn!’ Lee said with irritation as she swatted the flies away from her face. Was it really necessary to charm the chocolates in such an annoying manner? The idea wasn’t even novel, it was just annoying.

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[ETHAN SEVERIN SNAPE]

Ethan had seen Lee out of the corner of his eye. She was one of those Slytherins that most people didn't want to cross. To him, she was just another Death Eater wanna-be. He didn't know if that was annoying to him or not. He just thought it was silly how eager some of his peers were to prove themselves to a man who looked as if he were part snake. Rolling his eyes, he pushed this thought from his mind. Whatever the reason, they wanted to be part of his crew. Which was fine by Ethan, as long as they didn't try to shove their beliefs down his throat. He also wasn't particularly fond of people who were all 'you should be nice to muggleborns'. Why did he have to pick a side? He was perfectly content in being neutral, and if push came to shove, he thought he'd know what side he'd pick.

The side that he had always held an abnormally accute fondness for. There was something intriguing about the Dark Arts.

Though, he knew that if anyone heard him say something of the like, people would be jumping up and down trying to save him. Some people were beyond redemption. He was one of them. The more people tried to cleave to him, the more he shoved them away. The more they tried to understand him, the more he kept them in the dark. He had few friends that truly cared about him. Of that he was certain. People just wanted to use him to get into good graces with his father, or to get some potion that were bad at making simply because he had his father's adept talent at Potion making. It made him sick that people thought he couldn't see this. He was very well aware of it, but even in this knowledge he didn't push away half as many people as he probably should have. It was nice to be liked, sometimes, even for a superficial reason. Not that he would admit that to anyone.

Lest of all, himself.

The Slytherin raised a brow when he saw a boy run headfirst into the acid pops. He didn't know if he was dared to do it or not, but he looked rather pathetic if one should ask Ethan. Rolling his eyes at the general stupidity of the masses, Ethan let out a rather dramatic sigh. Why in Merlin's name was he expected to tolerate such dunderheads? He would seriously rather hex them all into oblivion. It was nothing less than what they deserved, considering the fact that stupid people reproduced to give the world even more idiotic children. They ought to have a 'stop the stupidity' movement that disallowed imbeciles like the one that had just run head first into the acid pops from reproducing. Sure, there might still be a few idiots left in the world, but it would be a lesser number than it was now, and that would be a beautiful thing. Of course, he knew, not everyone would agree with his extreme way of handling the situation, but people were way too soft nowadays. They were all for nurturing and caring for people instead of giving people what they truly needed or deserved. It was disgusting! Some of the people being mollycoddled needed a sharp slap across the head or a good hex to whip them up into shape, not someone making fond remarks and telling them that everything would be all right.

Ethan looked up when the girl stupidly opened the box and the flies started buzzing about her face. He blinked as she simply swatted away at the flies. For Merlin's sake, was he the only one in the world with a bit of sense about him? One wasn't supposed to open the box of chocolates until they purchased them. The shop keeper would very much disapprove of flies (albeit chocolate flies, in this case) flying about his shop, irritating people. Ethan watched the spectacle for a few moments before he decided it was up to him to help the girl. Clearly, if he didn't intercede she would be standing there all day swatting at the flies, and that wouldn't do much good. For a Slytherin, she wasn't acting very intelligent at the moment, then again she was probably one of those girls that thought wisdom only belonged to the Ravenclaws. Or one of those girls that behaved as such. Or maybe she had simply lost her head? Seemed a silly thing to lose one's head over, though.

Ethan lifted his wand, with a rather bored expression etched across his melancholy face, "Immobulus!"

[/color] The flies stopped buzzing around her and were caught in mid-air. He knew that she hadn't asked for his help, but if she had just kept hitting the flies, she would be out money and even more patience than she had already lost. Knowing Rookwood and her reputation, he would probably get a snide remark for his efforts, but at least he wouldn't have to hear her spew forth any more profanities or listen to the irritating noise of buzzing the entire afternoon. "You should have about ten minutes to get those bugs back into their box,"[/b] he muttered.

Ethan wasn't really a social person, but he thought some explanation deserved to be provided. Otherwise, she might just stand there looking at the immobile flies all day. Some people thought it was cute when girls were mezmorized by nothing, but Ethan found it irritating. He wished that people were amazed simply by things that mattered, but some people insisted on being impressed by the mundane. What was so special about a waterfall, rain drops, or fall leaves? These were all naturally occurring phenomena. Yet people (girls, in general) seemed to enjoy the romanticism of all these things and more. To him, they weren't anything special or something one should take note of. Turning his back to Lee, his eyes scanned the shelves. He was big into dark chocolate. Most people didn't like the bitter taste, but it never bothered him. Besides, dark chocolate was better for a body than milk chocolate. Though, he would accept both. He even liked white chocolate, even if white chocolate weren't actually chocolate, at all.

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[LEAH KALYN ROOKWOOD]

She’d been so distracted by the stupidity of a young boy running into a stack of acid pops she hadn’t been paying attention to the box she was opening, and now the swarm of flies were everywhere. She swatted a buzzing chocolate fly, crinkling her nose in disgust as the scent of chocolate invaded her nostrils. She seriously couldn’t stand the stuff, it was so sickly and sugary, who could stand filling their body with such utter foulness she would never know. She was sure the pathetic charmed chocolate wouldn’t entertain even the youngest of wizards for long, so she could only gather the point of it was to irritate people like herself.

After a calm moment of pure irritation Lee reached for her wand, however someone had got there first. The flies froze in mid air and Lee glanced round to see the Snape boy with his wand raised. She would have been annoyed but as he muttered that she had about ten minutes before the spell wore off she couldn’t help but smile, or smirk as she tended to do more. Either way it was a genuine smile, of amusement. Something which rarely happened and when it did happen it was usually at someone else’s expense.

Lee returned her attention back to the immobilized flies; she pulled out her wand from her chequered shirt pocket and flicked it muttering a charm which caused the flies to zoom back into the box. She placed the seal down quickly and placed the box back onto the shelf. She made a mental note to never bother setting foot in a chocolate store again, whether it was because she had good intentions or not. Her sister would just have to buy her own chocolate and survive without the odd token from her older sister.

Lee glanced back to Snape, with a raised eyebrow, ‘‘cheers, I don’t understand the desire for idiotic novelty chocolates myself’

[/b] she said indicating to the box she had placed back on the shelf. Lee wouldn’t deny if anyone else had done what the Snape boy had done she would have retorted with a short quip before leaving, but she was curious about the boy, being the son of one of the most hated professors made him interesting to her. She wondered if he had the same low tolerance for people as Professor Snape seemed to have or if he was the complete opposite, either way she was sure she would find out.

Lee returned her wand safely to the pocket of her chequered shirt, students weren’t required to wear the school uniform on trips to Hogsmeade and Lee made the most of it wearing large black boots, pain baggy black trousers that she tucked into her boots and a red and white chequered shirt. Sure her attire wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of fashion but she liked the way she dressed even if she got looks of contempt from other girls. In fact Lee took great pride in doing all she could to make herself look unattractive, after all why should she be judged on how she wore her hair or how nicely her robes fitted her? She was not about to conform to the expectations of being female.


WORD COUNT: 545
NOTES: sorry its a bit crappy
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[ETHAN SEVERIN SNAPE]

Ethan didn't even blink as she smiled at him. He wasn't sure what to make of it. Most Slytherins smirked not smiled, so it was rather disconcerting, at first, but he thought the polite thing to do - since he had no qualms with her - was to smile back. The idea of it was foreign to his lips, though, so his smile probably came out as more of a pained grimace than a smile. She would probably think that he had constipation or something. Talk about embarrassing. Then again, it could be worse. It could always be worse. That's what he told himself in the most painful of situations simply he could get through the day without hexing someone or bashing his head against the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, neither of which ever did him much good, truthfully. And yet, he wanted to think that doing such a thing actually did aid him in a way. Yet he knew that he was positively mad if he were to say such because there was nothing beneficial about knocking one's skull against the wall after they had done something terribly stupid. Unless, of course, it was your intention to knock them out. He didn't really think knocking himself out would solve any problems. But it might make him feel better after a terrible day, more or less. Shrugging this thought off, he brushed a strand of black hair from his mismatched eyes.

The fact that she hadn't commented on his eyes made him feel better. Most people seemed to have the need to state the obvious. It was rather irritating, to say the least. He knew quite well that his eyes were two different colors without people commenting on it. He knew it was rare and hard to get used to, but that didn't mean that it was an invitation for people to comment upon incessantly. He caught a man staring at him, and averted his eyes. The last thing he wanted was yet again another conversation about his eyes. So they were two colors, so what? People didn't stare at people with two toned hair. So why should his eyes be any different? It was because of this genetic trait that he sometimes just wanted to bury his head in the sand, and avoid people completely. Not out of fear like the ostrich, but so no one would stare at him more than they already did. If he had some way of making his eyes one color, he would do it. As it stood, he only knew a charm to do that, and it got exhaustive doing it on a regular basis. He massaged his temples again. Yes, surely today was going to be a long day. One of those days where his mind wouldn't shut off no matter how much he told it to.

He hated days like that, but it wasn't as if they asked for his invitation to come. They came unbidden and unnecessarily, in his humble opinion. Yet he would have to put up with them regardless. Just like he had to put up with the frequent stares and the rampant stupidity of people all about, including the twit that had run headfirst into the acid pops. He could see the shop keeper's annoyance as he swept over, mingled with concern, wincing as he noticed the boys had burns up and down his face. Served the twit right, if one should ask Ethan. Though, he knew that likely no one would ask him, and lesser still would agree with his severe judgment. Rolling his eyes, Ethan let out another dramatic sigh. "What a dunderhead! I mean, what did he expect would happen when he ran into the acid pops?" he retorted, as the boy whimpered and held his fingers to his cheeks. The shop keeper sent Ethan an appraising look that he promptly ignored. He didn't care if his judgment was harsh. What right did the boy have to expect that he wouldn't be scathed by doing such a retarded action? What did he expect? Likely, he anticipated that nothing would happen. Well, if he didn't want anything to happen he should have watched where he was going instead of gunning straight toward the acid pops.

He couldn't blame Lee for being distracted by that, but opening the box of flies? Well, that was foolish on her behalf, even if it were an unconcious movement. Thankfully, he had saved the day, though, and she hadn't seemed to mind it. Maybe she wasn't half as bad as they said she was. People's rumors around Hogwarts tended to become really rather exaggerated and one could never tell where the truth began and the lie ended or vice versa. It was terribly sad that the girls had to gossip like that, but to his horror some of the guys gossiped as much so if not more than the girls. It was really rather disgusting. Not to mention instead of talking to the person themselves, people would assume the rumor was correct and act on it. He didn't understand why people were such dunderheads and went around behaving like a bunch of lunatics that ought to have been locked in a Psych ward, but that's the way it was. Shaking his head sadly, Ethan inwardly worried about the sanity of people. Sure, they said madness was genius, but he only thought that true of Dumbledore. He had seen some mad people, and he couldn't exactly say they had been very intelligent or wise.

"Me, either. I've never understood the whole notion of chocolate frogs, myself. In my opinion they're worse than the flies. Who wants something that hops realistically in the stomach? That never sounded appetizing to me,"

[/color] he said, with a look of disgust. "Unfortunately for me, I'm one of those souls that craves chocolate. It's funny how they always seem to tag that penchant onto girls. My cravings are pretty bad, if they didn't know my gender, by the amount of chocolate I purchased alone they'd probably think I were a pregnant woman."[/b] He snorted. He didn't know why he was telling her this or why she'd even care, but it spilled out of him before he could stop himself. "But you're not very fond of it, are you?[/color] Ethan like his father, noticed subtle things. He knew how to pick up on contextual clues that other people missed. He prided himself on that. He was told that was probably one of the reasons he was good at Potions. But he pushed that thought aside. That was something that always drew comparisons to himself with his father. They insisted that he'd be as good as his father one day, which was all fine and well, but he was Ethan not Severus. He didn't want to be known as 'Snivellus' or 'the Snape boy' or 'Snivellus, Jr.'. He was Ethan, and he wanted people to recognize him for whom he was, not the traits that he shared with his father. "If you don't like chocolate I would suggest the caramel quills. They're really quite addictive despite how nauseating they might sound."

Ethan then shut up. He felt that he had spoken too much already. He was a quiet and solitary soul, and yet he had told this girl a substantial amount about himself. Nothing that he couldn't deny or nothing that truly mattered, but too much for his comfort zone. Hopefully, she would say something equally as telling or else he would feel rather foolish for even speaking, at all. He felt that sometimes it was better to be seen than heard. He was a rather bitter and hateful individual, and sometimes he said the most tactless things without even meaning to. Normally, however, he could force himself to be polite and understanding unless, of course, he was talking to someone like Potter or the Weasley twins. They had judged him without even knowing him, so he threw as much mud as they did. He didn't know if his father would approve of such nonsence, but he didn't think Severus had much room to talk. He saw how Severus was with Sirius Black and James Potter. He was rather noxious and that was the way Ethan tended to be toward Potter and his friends. They knew nothing about him. What right did they have to judge him? Bastards.

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