open rp post #002

[albuquerque]

THE OPEN "WE WERE GOING TO RP THAT, REMEMBER?" POST

SO, BASICALLY. If we have ever discussed plotting a PSL or doing a thread but haven't gotten around to doing it,
WELL, NOW WE CAN.

Either comment with a rundown of said plot we'd talked about, or post a starting thread to said plot.

ALSO OPEN TO ANYONE WHO JUST WANTS TO THROW THEIR MUSE AT SNAPE (or Remus, if you'd prefer Remus).
Just leave either a prompt, a thread suggestion, or a thread starter.

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[broomswept]

"But you won't," she choked out, her eyes darting to the wand against her cheek. To do anything more than this to her? Was to get expelled. To ensure that everyone here knew what sort of man he was. To lose Lily's friendship for the rest of time.

So she trusted that he wouldn't do such a thing. Did she trust him in general? No, not at all. What they were doing here required trust, but why should she trust him? She was confident in her abilities to take care of herself, to fix things should they ever get dangerous.

Air flew back into her lungs as she eased back against the wall, thankful to have Severus off of her for the time being. But she barely had time to adjust before she was back with her face against the wall. Putting up a struggle, he still managed to get both her hands roped behind her back. Damn it.

Here was the hard part. Getting too said more private space. That is to say: the Room of Requirement. They were lucky she had the entire castle memorized.

Swallowing, she took off, adjusting her robes so her hands were not visible. It didn't take long before they were standing at the entrance.

[albuquerque]

Severus followed her out, keeping his wand trained on her as he tailed her through the castle corridors and viaducts. They luckily only passed a few younger years, who only looked on with mild curiosity until Potter and himself had passed on by.

The moment they were at the entrance of the Room Of Requirement, though, he shoved her through the door once he was certain no one was around to see. He stepped in after her and the door quickly sealed shut.

The moment it did, Severus grabbed Potter by the hair and dragged her roughly over to a large, old wooden desk the room had provided. He shoved her up against it with a slam.

"Bend over," he demanded, forcing her down against the desk by the back of the neck while he pocketed his wand.

[broomswept]

Always the desk, she mused to herself, an eyebrow raised, before she found herself moving with him across the stone floor.

Her hip bones connected with the wood and she let out a small noise of discomfort before he forced her down. Without her hands to protect her, her cheek was smashed up against it as she eased her body into the position he wanted.

"Same old, same old," she said out loud this time, chuckling. "C'mon then, Snivvelus. Let's see what you've got in you this time."