Again, I apologize sincerely for Snape. He’s being quite unpleasant, as usual.
Please don’t let his attitude affect RPing. I’d love to roleplay with all of you! Just let me know in an inbox message or whatever if you want to roleplay and I’ll write you up something.
After some time of thinking about it during his recovery, Severus realized that his love for Lily was platonic. Having never really shared a healthy friendship or relationship with anyone, it was foreign to him, but after years of experience he realizes that Lily would always be in his heart, but not in the way he’d thought she was for all those years.
Having found herself for a few brief moments trapped by her own luggage, it was with great relief that Neva Pavlou-Mudie fell to the floor of the hearth with - rather surprisingly- fluid and graceful movements as though belonging to a prize gymnast. Brushing off her deep red, fitted victorian robes as though there was little to fuss with, she stepped pristinely through the floo with only a small dab of soot on her left cheek indicating that she had indeed been through this form of transportation. Unwilling to appear rude as her luggage followed her inside in the form of a small and beautiful array of exotic birds, she bowed curtly to the congregated group, her curled and shining raven locks hardly moving from their immaculately crafted state before she straightened herself, allowing her attention to be taken by McGonagall as she stood looking quite impressed by the birds that fluttered around the room in beautiful display.
“Ah. Miss Pavlou-Mudie. Wonderful to see you at last. Everyone, this is Neva Pavlou-Mudie” she announced to the group, the small whisp of a woman having to bow surprisingly very little in order to shake the hand of an excited Flitwick as he stepped boldly forward to greet. “Very good to meet you all” the woman, who it was now clear to realise was not of English descent, greeted in a voice some of the more affected men in the room couldn’t help but find them transfixed by. In fact, as McGonagall was a little perturbed to note, rather a few of the people in the room seemed to be staring at the devastatingly beautiful woman with slack jaws. She shrugged it off however as a symptom of new and young faculty as she watched the woman make her way around the room in greeting each of her colleagues in turn, too late to warn her as she reached the end of the road and thus Severus himself. “Nice to meet you, Smiler” Neva beamed brightly as she proffered a friendly hand to shake, her smile never faltering from her lips as she waited for the man to respond however he wished to do so. He already struck her as the sort who may deem her forthright nature to be naïve and insolent, but she wished to greet her new colleagues in the same manner.
The potions master gave a rather unpleasant curl of the lips, shaking the extended hand firmly. Neva didn’t seem as though she would be too much of a hassle like most new recruits always were, as he got along as well as Severus Snape could with Ravenclaws, but there was still ample time for her to dampen her impression on him. Being asocial and absolutely loathsome overall, Severus wasn’t the easiest person to be around anyway. It was divine intervention if anyone got him to smile.
Even if Neva was attractive, she was more than likely like all the other new recruits here. He remembered McGonagall telling him something about being a little more welcome and friendly and he scoffed inwardly at the memory.
“Miss Pavlou-Mudie,” said the wizard, pronouncing her name was ease that even Minerva wasn’t capable of. “I would advise against making such comments.”
It having been a long and hard summer for many of the Hogwart’s Staff, it wasn’t with eager anticipation that they found themselves in the dusty and unkempt staffroom that was so familiar to their profession. McGonnagal surveyed her colleagues from her place by the fireplace, having risen to the ranks of Headmistress after her loyal friend’s death. Not having quite expected to see him so soon, her eyes fell onto the dark and casually grim figure that was Severus Snape, the man holding his usual err of contempt and silent nobility. “Ahem…” she cleared her throat in the hope of sparking attention, having to commit a most unkind act and hold Flitwick back with her foot to silence him, eager for the audience with her colleagues. “AHEM!” she exclaimed in a much louder voice, a few glasses being broken with the sudden shock as eyes fell on her. Well, almost all eyes, Severus Snape still held his gaze to the floor, it obvious to anybody that saw him that there was something on his mind. “Now that I have your attention…I have a few announcements to make…” she announced in her Scottish brogue, fixing her hat as a stray snitch from Madame Hooch’s care fluttered into her, as if eager to explore the sooty hearth behind her. “As you can already see, our old…er…friend…Severus Snape has returned to his post as Potions Master. So we shall all welcome him back with open arms” she added with apparently undue happiness, her quick and robust gesture of clapped hands being alone in its presence, the others looking far less pleased with the information. She sighed a little, shaking off the short lived embarrassment as she allowed her hands to drop like dead weights at her sides. “Now for the more important news. As you know, my appointment as Headmistress was finalised this very evening. As such, I cannot continue my role as Transfiguration Professor and Head of House. Professor Sinastra, claiming a sudden allergy to her own common room, has decided that she will obligingly take over the role as Gryffindor Head of House. As such I have appointed a new Professor and Head of Ravenclaw House. Miss Neva Pavlou-Mudie shall be arriving shortly. Some of you may know her from her short lived career as an Auror before….er…unpleasantness…caused her to reevaluate her decisions” she explained. With that she stepped aside from her place as the hearth began to belch thick clouds of soot, rattling and the odd cuss word being heard from deep within the chimney, causing Flitwick to giggle childishly amid glares from other Professors.
After the Battle of Hogwarts, everyone looked at Snape differently. That irritated the raven-haired Slytherin; after all, he was still the same person, was he not? He supposed he wasn’t, considering everyone now knew where his true loyalties really lied, and he did not wish to win the hearts of every student and teacher in the school. In fact, he hadn’t even planned to have gotten this far, thinking that Riddle wouldn’t be foolish enough to believe that Nagini would be enough to kill him. Embarrassingly enough, Severus had nowhere else to go. He’d no friends, and no family left, so he stayed at Hogwarts, as much as he would rather not. Besides, he would get the research he needed done, then he’d be able to leave, for good.
Currently, he was staring at the ground, listening to Minerva speak whilst lost in a bit of a trance. It felt as if all eyes in the room were fixed upon him, though that wasn’t the case at all. He knew he owed it to her to look at her, but he couldn’t bear to, not after what he’d done to Albus. They’d spoken privately, but it was still quite uncomfortable to be around her. She always apologized for her treatment of him during his months as headmaster and questioned why he hadn’t told her his secret, but he hadn’t come up with an adequate enough response for her.
It was only the crackle and pop of the hearth that brought his attention back into the world around him, along with Flitwick’s obnoxious giggling. This must be the new hire. He was curious, despite himself.
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“James. What a surprise.”
His monotone completely contrasts his statement, however.
“Great things? I’ll believe it once I see it.”
“In three hundred year’s time, there will be a near apocalyptic attack on London and San Fransisco. I need assistance in making sure that they aren’t stopped and that the leader of the attack isn’t taken captive.”
“First and foremost, you’ll need to be aware of the dangers of meddling with time. There’s no saying what could happen afterward.”