The Fireplace

"You aren't to bad looking yourself" She winks at him

"So hows it going?" Daphne asks Annie.

"Really, you seemed to think otherwise before," he says sitting back and flipping his hair. "What changed your mind?"

"Well, you can't deny your good looks." She smiled at him

Severus storms in, looking positively livid. He growls at the poor first year in his usual chair by the fire, and she runs away, nearly in tears. He sits down, clenching his fists and generally being pissed off.

[Aw, well boo. Unhappy Sev = unhappy world.]

"Pretty good." Annie replies. She remembers that she has an unopened bottle of Butterbeer. "You want this? I stole it from a hufflepuff."

Djinn walks into the common room, following the wake of passed out male students that Illie was leaving behind. It was breathtakingly awesomesauceoftacularness. Oh, the havoc one hot girl could wreck, just by having perky boobs and a good figure. Any girl could rule the world if she had the right set of mammary glands.*

[*AHAHAH MEN IN BLACK REFERNCE RIGHT THERE]

Jumping up and doing a flip, he sat down crisscross applesauce on the ceiling.

"ahh, stolen stuff from the hufflepuffs are ALWAYS the best, thank you!" Daphne takes the butterbeer and takes a drink

"And you really can't deny yours either," he replies with a smirk. He looks up curiously when someone storms into the room and sits down in a chair.

Narcissa, having finished her book, strolled downstairs into the common room once more only to find Severus sulking in the corner. Her face lit up and she nearly skipped over. "Hi, Severus!" she said, oddly cheerful. "What's got you down in the dumps?"

EDIT: [Sev. I love your icon. SO MUCH.]

"Yep. It always is" Annie adds.

[Does Sev need someone to talk to, or will he bite peoples heads off?]

"Wanna go somewhere less crowded?" she winks again at him.

[ME TOO.]

Severus looked up at Narcissa, glowering at her. "None of your fucking business," he snapped, not in the mood for idle chatter.

[I did warn you. He's not going to be nice.]

[He's biting heads off. Speak at your own risk.]

"Hey, everything alright Severus?" Daphne asks carefully, she doesn't want to upset him any.

[*zips mouth* well your avatar claims he needs a hug *hugs*]

[well i didnt get that message yet... my bad] "er um, never mind"

"I'll go anywhere you want," he smirks, "lead the way."

Narcissa frowned a bit. "Hey, really, what's wrong?" she sat down across from him on the floor. "Anything I might be able to help with? Sometimes it's just nice to have someone listen to you, you know?" she said, hopefully.

Severus glared at Daphne, and luckily enough, she went away. Severus sighed as Narcissa sat in front of him, seeming determined to squeeze an answer out of him. "Not unless you're capable of plotting painful deaths," he hissed irritably, staring into the fire.


[Oh. He needs a hug. He just won't admit it, and will punch anyone who tries.]

She grabs his hand and walks a little ahead of him, making sure he had a nice view of her tight ass.

[TO THE LAKE!! Faye is not going to be a happy camper...]

[WAIT WHAT THE FUCK HOW IS BULLSTRODE GETTING SOME?!]

[Oh, all emo kids do. Poor Sev. *hugs*]

"Well, I don't think I could do that," she said seriously. "I could try, but I can't guarantee anything. Who is it you want to kill, exactly?"

[Sev; She took a potion. Now she's super-Megan Fox-y-awesome-hot.]

"Stupid. Bloody. Gryffindor. Quidditch. DIE." he stammered, snapping the quill he was holding in half.