Фанфик попался как раз под моё ноябрьское настроение. Я сказала, что автор неплохо пишет, а надо было написать, что хорошо. Мелодраматично, конечно, - с троеточиями и оборванными фразами, когда только эмоции и почти нет действия, но здесь это меня не отвращает нисколько.

Для себя решила сохранить этот кусочек про утро профессора Снейпа.My head hurts.

I want to go take a bath.

. . . Sink under the water, exhale, inhale, and not come back up. I did that once when I first started teaching. Albus found me first, though; he was quite put out with me at the time. Of course, liberal amounts of cognac and absinthe helped my state of mind at the time. I’ve never had the combination since.

Instead I run my finger along the rim of my teacup again, wishing that either the cup was you, or the tea was Port. Or you full of Port.

Mmmmm . . .

Even better.

My head hurts.

“Severus, are you alright?”

Yes, Minerva? “Yes, Minerva.”

Ever since I came to teach, she’s always been like a mother to me—taking me under her Gryffindor wing and keeping an eye on me. Sometimes I appreciate it more than I will ever be able to express. Other times it makes me want to kill her. Or myself. I sometimes have trouble distinguishing between myself and other people.

It’s so much easier to hurt everyone equally.

You see? I’m fairer than you think.

(с) Vain

З.Ы. И до чего ж гениально описание смятения и головной боли - I feel like there’s a House Elf symphony in my head.

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