asgardeventide | Fifth incantation ϟ [video]

[The video opens to a tired, very surly looking Professor Snape. He's lost weight since the last time he appeared on the network with an announcement addressed to the Travellers; his sallow face is thinner, the bags under his eyes are more pronounced, and he looks like he's aged a good few years. This city is truly starting to take a toll on him.

He's in his school office, at his desk. When he speaks, he's curt, churlish and absolutely no-nonsense.]

For those of you who are new to Asgard, or for those of you who failed to pay a modicum of attention to the previous announcements I made concerning the matter in which I'm about to address, my name is Professor Snape and I am the Headmaster of the Albus Dumbledore Academy, a school of education and tutelage, which I have established in Odin district.

The school is open for anyone eighteen years and under who wishes to pursue an education, be that in mathematics, literature, science, or any other number of subjects on offer.

Enrollment and attendance to my school is voluntary; however, should you so choose to undertake an education, allow me to make it very clear that I do not tolerate tardiness, disrespect, insolent behaviour or acts of misdemeanour. Any student who chooses to commit any such offences will be reprimanded severely. [Severus is looking straight at you, Mr. Stilinski.]

Of course, I am always in need of assistance with regards to the running and upkeep of the school, be that teachers, tutors or those who may be able to offer assistance in other ways. If you possess any useful skills that you feel would benefit the Albus Dumbledore Academy, I invite you to step forward and make yourself known.

Direct any queries or concerns to either myself or to my secretary, Miss Gallagher.

[Abrupt end of video feed.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Pity you're not from a later time, else I would have suggested you give lessons on creatures found in our world. Dementors, specifically.

[thank merlin it's only voice, because he does actually flinch a bit at that reminder--but he's quick to answer all the same.]

But they don't really need any lessons on soul-sucking creatures of darkness, do they, not when they've got you for a headmaster.

I was really meaning more Remus than myself as a professor anyways. I know you were keen to keep him out before.

And yet, despite your assessment of me, the students choose to attend my school of their own volition.

As for Lupin, I offered him a job in the library, you great, gormless pillock.

Oh, they'll regret that soon enough.

And I did say before. Did someone take you aside and have a little chat with you about giving him the position? I can't imagine you arrived to that conclusion on your own. Pity, I'd have liked to have done that myself. I love talking with you.

For your information, Black, it was a decision I reached on my own while in discussion with Lupin himself.

[Which is true... sort of. The 'discussion' had been a great deal more unpleasant than Severus is making it out to be, but he's not about to give Black that leverage.]

[He laughs, once, short.]

Right. How very mature of you. I was so wrong about you, you really have changed, you're so much less of a bastard than you used to be. Did he say something to change your mind, or is this your version of mercy and pity?

That's really none of your business, is it, Black?

It's to do with Remus. So it is my business, actually.

Only two to ever escape from that place and only one to do it by his own volition.

You are a great man, Black, even after. Perhaps especially then.

[He stares at this message for a moment longer than he might at any other. Because it's not just any other. The words are harder to ignore than Snape's implication.

He isn't afraid of the future. It's this great unfathomable thing, something he never considers longer than he has to. And it's not fear that he feels when he thinks of it, but some icy dread that he feels right now, as he stares at this message.

The other prisoner of bloody Azkaban. Fuck him, he thinks, savagely, fuck all of it, and his answer can then come quickly.]

didn't ask you for your praise or opinion
and its not happening that way anyways

get fucked

[Barty knows about dread. He has a future before him he understands just well enough to know he should fear it and unknown enough to be unable to fully process. Azkaban was one thing, but having dementors actually finish him? Something else.

All he can do is make the most of what he has and make the most of what he knows. And he knows what Sirius feels.]

Thank you. I try.

[This skin-crawling feeling is going to be something he comes very quickly to associate with Mr Crouch junior. In other words: this is the most unwelcome camaraderie ever.]

try elsewhere on someone else
you and i havent got anything in common

get fucked

I read it the first time, no need to underline it. You, too, if you are into that.

[ooc: I'm in your post, creeping all over.]

Perhaps you'd let me. I believe I could even teach you a thing or two you should have learned long ago, Severus.

[[ooc; i love it and i love you. ♥]]

So. My gut feeling was right: you're still with us. I knew it was too coincidental that you just so happened to disappear right when your precious Lord vanished from the city.

I just had to come back, Severus. Whatever would you do without me? I think I still have a vital role to play in your life.

Fifth incantation ϟ [video]

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