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Post by Sascha Borchard on Aug 17, 2011 7:27:29 GMT 1
I make them good girls go bad
You were hanging in the corner
With your five best friends
You heard that I was trouble
But you couldn't resist No doubt, he was a bad example for the kids. Then again, Sascha couldn't care less about being a bad example - that is to say: he wasn't trying to be a bad example on purpose, either. This was just who he was. Well. Sort of. A few weeks had passed since he had come to work at this school and so far, he had made few friends. Not really a surprise there, right? Then again, so Sascha told himself, he was not here to make friends. He was here to get through this worthless punishment (which was still better than Azkaban, of course) - but then what? Oh, Merlin he hoped they didn't expect him to settle down teaching here - bettering his life, sure, he could do that (especially as he didn't really want to end up in prison or in a situation like this again!), but how exactly? Maybe he needed a goal. Any goal but teaching, though - this was not his preferred line of work! Still, now he had gotten used to his surroundings and did not get lost as often anymore, Sascha had settled in a little, squeased himself into the role he was supposed to fulfill. Dumbledore had had a talk with him after his first class (apparently he had not made a very good impression - perhaps because he was not a teacher, Gotverdammt!), which had annoyed the German wizard greatly, but in the back of his mind, he knew the headmaster was right. At least a little, anyway. Maybe he should try a little. Then again, the brats that went to school here weren't exactly trying to be nice and polite, either. Sure, he was going to be a little more reasonable with them, but if Dumbledore expected him to go soft on them, he was well mistaken. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he already took out the packet to prepare the next cancerstick for consumption. Sascha was a bit of a chainsmoker and would give merry hell to anyone who came between him and his nicotine - it made his shakes calm down and if there was anything Sascha hated, it was looking like some old shellshocked man. Plus these children got on his nerves. Good thing the apparition classes mostly took place outside. Very good. What was not so very good, however, was the fact that he had run out of smokes. Quietly cursing under his breath, Sascha half threw the packet at a nearby bin, missing royally because of the tremor in his hands. Scheiße. And the rest of his packets were in his rooms. Trembling fingers on the bud of his cigarette (no filter, of course, filters were for nancies) as he inhaled deeply again. Maybe he could accio a packet - damn he needed a smoke badly. Boy, you're dangerous
Yeah, you're that guy
I'd be stupid to trust
But just one night couldn't be so wrong
You make me wanna lose control
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Post by severus snape on Aug 28, 2011 22:10:17 GMT 1
Severus had a lot to contemplate and his favourite way to do this was to sit around on the low wall near the back of the lawns. He'd become complacent recently, so half way across the lawns he had the handrolled fag out and in his mouth and was rooting around for matches in his pocket. He glanced up and spotted the caretaker. Mr Filch was approaching, thankfully looking the otherway at the current moment. He hurriedly pulled the fag out of his mouth and hid it using his palm thankful for his larger hands and long fingers. Head down he attmepted to look as unremarkable and studious as possible.
It worked, praise both God and Merlin. Since it surely had to be both divine intervention and a little magic that had prevetned Mr. Filch spotting the fags and his packet of tobacco poking out of his pocket. But now, he was here.
He put the fag back between his lips and glanced over his shoulder with a last relieved smile to himself, striking a match on the side of the box.
When he turned back to the front, he dropped the match and snatched the cigarette from his thin lips. In front of him was Professor Sascha Borchard. Bugger.
Then again, he could smell a lingering scent of burnt tobacco. The slythin mind kicked in and he was sure he could get away with the almost slip because not two metres away was a crushed packet of cigarettes.
"Professor. You appear to have run out." He offered one of the cigarettes he'd already rolled, fully aware that the professor could confiscate the whole packet should he so desire. However, he would then have to dispose of it, and would not be able to smoke it. THis was a win win solution. Well it would be if the rather unapproachable professor decided to have a brief moment of friendliness.
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Post by Sascha Borchard on Aug 30, 2011 7:41:48 GMT 1
Well, he'd better make the most of the last few drags of his cigarette, then. Inhaling deeply, Sascha almost sighed as he exhaled the smoke. Someone ought to invent an everlasting cigaret - there was magical candy to be gotten in Hogsmeade, why didn't someone come up with this idea? It was practically candy - only less sweet, and that made it better. (Though to be honest, and although he would never admit it, Sascha does have a sweet tooth.)
Just as he was inspecting the bud of his smoke to try and see if he could take a last drag without burning his fingers (was he stooping to this level now - like a pathetic addict?), he heard footsteps. Not just footsteps: footsteps stopping. He glanced to the side just in time to see Severus flinch slightly as he spotte the teacher. Part of him felt a little sorry, another larger part felt very good at this. At least he'd left an impression on some of the students, then.
Although he didn't quite remember Severus' name (he hardly remembered anyone's, except when he wanted to have them end up in detention), he did remember his face - how couldn't he, with a nose like that. The Slytherin had been one of the few students in his class who'd been silent. Really silent, not secretly whispering with some or other friend. He wasn't sure why this boy had been quiet and attentive, but whether it was fear or respect or perhaps even genuine interest, he liked it. It was better than that pair - that girl and that boy, whatstheirname? Oh, he couldn't be bothered.
Dropping the remnants of his last nicotine stick on the soil, he ground the sole of his shoe over it to exstinguish the last hints of fire and left it there - like the packet he'd just thrown. The caretaker could clean that up. It was his job.
Just as he was preparing to walk back to his rooms (and maybe just continue smoking in there because he couldn't be bothered if it was prohibited and the divination teacher claimed to have asthma - she sat in incense all day, the stupid cow!), the student did something he had not expected. He offered him one of his cigarettes. Granted, Sascha always bought packets because rolling shag with his hands, well, that was just an impossible task, but that didn't mean he didn't like it. There was no way he was going to say no to that.
"I have," he responded, "danke." Accepting the cigarette, he lit it with his wand (shaking less than he'd feared, still more than he wanted) and inhaled as deep as he could without seeming desperate for nicotine in front of a student. As he exhaled, he smiled at Severus slightly. A very meagre smile, but probably the first genuine smile towards a student ever since he had arrived. "Vhat vas your Nahme again?" he asked, sitting back down and leaning against the wall a little. He wasn't trying to be rude and make Severus think he had forgotten who he was - he was making an effort to find out, very important difference.
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Post by severus snape on Sept 15, 2011 22:25:54 GMT 1
The Apparition Professor had certaily left an impression on this student, even if Severus hadn't managed to manage the same on the Professor. Now, though, he had the chance to change that.
Severus watched the older wizard drop his cigarette butt and waited. Now was the key poinit where he would either be taken up on his offer or rejected, given detention, and have his fags confiscated.
All Severus' tension and uncertainty whooshed out of him when Professor Borchard took the cigarette and then even thanked him, something he had not expected at all.
Watching the german light his cigarette, Severus lit his own, with a match though as he had not got the hang of lighting things so close to his face without a brief flare first. A flare that took off his eyebrows.
Severus responded to the smile with his own barely there slight twist of the lips.
"Snape, sir. Severus Tobias, slytherin." He offered his hand not sure if this was somethng entirely different in Germany or if the professor would recognise the intentions were polite and respectful. " I enjoy your lessons, they're very practical." Not quite sucking up to the teacher because he really did enjoy the practicality and focus of the Apparition lessons.
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Post by Sascha Borchard on Sept 16, 2011 14:47:04 GMT 1
Had Sascha known that Severus was trying to leave a good impression on purpose, he more than likely feel a little conflicted about that. On the one hand, it would feel good that a student respected his authority enough to want to win his approval - on the other hand he would most likely think that Severus was a spineless fool for needing any sort of confirmation that he was good enough in some way. Oh well. People were incredibly indescribably incomprehensible sometimes - that goes for both Severus and Sascha.
I suppose I can't say I'm surprised that Severus hadn't expected the German man to thank him. After all, Sascha wasn't exactly the epitome of civility and he hadn't been polite at all since he'd arrived, especially not to his students. Still, when approached normally and without that stupid teenage jesting way of speaking to superiors, Sascha was not necessarily a bad guy. He didn't pick on people for fun.
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Okay, he did pick on people for fun - but only on those he disliked and he (usually) had a good reason for disliking certain people. As the Slytherin had not interrupted his class, had not spoken to him in any disrespectful manner, and had offered him a cigarette, Severus was worthy of a normal, civilised reaction.
Taking a long, mercifully deep drag of the student's cigarette, he listened to the boy introducing himself. Snape - the name was unfamiliar to him. He would remember it now, though. As he exhaled, he noticed the teen moving in the corner of his eye and for a moment, he almost suspected something stupid, some sort of idiot prank, a suspicion that flared up and died down the moment he noticed the boy was just offering him his hand.
No, he still wasn't comfortable between all these teenagers - yes, Sascha did feel threatened at times. Well, not exactly threatened. He just didn't want to lose control. There seemed no danger of that now, though, so he extended his hand as well (shaking slightly, only stilling when he took Sev's hand in his and shook it almost formally).
He couldn't help but chuckle dryly as Severus told him he liked his apparition classes. He wasn't laughing at the boy, not exactly - he just couldn't believe what he'd just heard. "You do?" he asked, still a faintly amused twinkle in his eye as he brought the cigarette to his lips again. "Vell, at least someone does. I hate unterricht- ah, teaching." Sascha wasn't going to make a secret of that, no. He wasn't working here for fun, he was working here as a punishment - and that was exactly what it felt like. "Aber, ja - ich sahppose zat eine praktische Klasse is better als in der Theorie." Thinking in German and teaching in English was seriously mangling up the language centre in his brain. Still, Sascha didn't care too much, and this Severus boy seemed bright enough to understand him. Hell, English was a Germanic language, anyway.
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