It was the purest white he had ever seen. Blinding, almost, yet he was not squinting. In fact, he was not scowling, either. Severus Snapes trademark expression had abandoned him, leaving behind one of tranquility and content. He felt as if the overwhelming gravity that used to pound on his head, furrow his brows, and slouch his shoulders was gone. He felt light, yet stable on what was now soft, dewy grass.
All around him the brilliant white was fading away to reveal a small clearing in a green and luminous forest. There was no sun. Every leaf, every blade of grass, every flower petal seemed to emit its own yellow light. Severus could f
Current Residence: California Favourite genre of music: Wizard Rock Favourite photographer: I did a project on David Stewart.. Favourite style of art: Weird/funny photoshop Operating System: ...Mac? MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Sasuke
Favourite Movies
Iron Man
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Mountain Goats, The Ministry Of Magic, The Used
Favourite Writers
John Green, Neil Gaiman
Favourite Games
tic-tac-toe
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Nintendo
Tools of the Trade
Photoshop
Other Interests
Nerdfighting, YouTube, bowling, Doctor Who, Harry Potter