To his disbelief, he found he was in Snape's bedchamber.
This was the stuff of legend. There was an ongoing bet as to what Snape kept in here. Madame Hooch insisted he kept whips and chains and other implements of torture. Professor McGonagall insisted it was all green with mirrors on the ceiling…and full of whips and chains and other implements of torture. Filius Flitwick was certain he kept his least favorite students prisoner there …as well as whips and chains and other implements of torture.
Excerpt of Still Life.
I'm currently locked in a discussion involving devling into the motives for Snape's behavior. It's rather intriguing trying to find the right words... I'm also trying to ignore the T.V. I absolutely despise the sci-fi movie on. Raptor Island. ~/rant~
You have some unfiltered emoting to do -- and you really shouldn't apologize for even one word. Your specialty is feelings, after all. Why would you want to stifle them?
This was my horoscope the other day. I rather liked it. Sometimes the language of my horoscope appeals to me. Or, given that I read it in the evenings more often than not, I sometimes find it was very accurate. Tres amusant.
Yesterday Mum and I went shopping. I got some new shoes, and several pairs of panties, and some new pants. I looked and I looked at new jeans but I'm so utterly picky about style and price. To mum's surprise, when lunchtime came, I wasn't interested in Chinese like I normally was. No, I craved McDonalds. Chicken nuggets were sooooooo good. Also, I demanded we stop off in Walden Books. Oh yes. I got Blood Canticle! YAY! And then randomly, I bought this book called Faerie Wars. And thus spent the last of my gift card.
Fin.