ℒℯ𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 ℒ𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ

❀ 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓋ℯ ❀

❤︎𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼, 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽❤︎

"I beg your pardon?"

Severus takes a measured step towards me, his obsidian orbs harboring a disconcerting intensity.

"I'm sorry-" I begin, but am swiftly cut off.

"You foolish child."

My brow furrows in a tumultuous mix of bewilderment and indignant fury, as if the heavens themselves unleashed a tempest within me. Severus's words, a double-edged blade of condescension, cut through my composure with surgical precision. The searing emotion, like molten lava coursing through my veins, threatens to consume my entire being. It's not solely fury that engulfs me; it's also the acute, piercing pain of insult and humiliation, striking my heart with the precision of a master duelist.

In that agonizing moment, my breath seems to abandon me, leaving me gasping in the shadowy depths of Severus's cold dungeon. I stand there, my voice held captive by the maelstrom of emotions, unable to respond. My gaze, once warm and trusting, transforms into a tempestuous whirlpool of fury and humiliation, radiating from every pore of my being.

"What?"

When I finally manage to summon words, they emerge as a mere whisper, carried away by the frigid dungeon air. His insult, a blend of belittlement and dismissal, ignites an unquenchable fire of anger within me. It's not just the words themselves but the implication that fuels my rage. Severus perceives me as a naive child, untouched by the harsh realities of life, ignorant of the suffering and sacrifices I've endured, reducing me to a mere intellectual inferior, while he stands as an unassailable paragon of wisdom and intellect.

In this moment, the pain of his words is more than the sting of a wound; it's a searing brand etched into my psyche, a reminder that I am, in his eyes, nothing more than an ignorant and insignificant presence.

"How can you be so naïve?" Severus's voice carries a sharp edge, laced with exasperation.

With a degree of defiance that matches the fiery inferno raging within me, I retort to Severus, each word laced with a potent fury that burns like an unquenchable flame. It's a fury that courses through my veins like a venomous serpent, coiling and ready to strike, its deadly grip poised to constrict Severus in its inescapable embrace. My voice, cold as ice and ablaze with indignation, forces the words past my lips, cutting through the air like a sharp, unforgiving blade.

"I'm not a child."

"You're acting like one."

Severus' posture is as taut as a bowstring drawn to its limit, on the precipice of snapping. His tall frame quivers with the strain of suppressed anger, his fingers curling into clenched fists, knuckles white with tension. In the depths of his obsidian eyes, a tempest of emotions swirls, a tumultuous maelstrom of anger, arrogance, and something deeper, more complex. Each icy glare he casts in my direction threatens to consume me, to pierce me with a frigid pain that would chill me to my core. In any other circumstance, I might cower in fear before the storm that rages within him, but not now. Not when the blazing fire of my fury stands as an unyielding match for the glacial coldness of his anger and the unshakable fortress of his frustration.

"Oh really?" II snap back, my arms drawn tightly across my chest, an ironclad restraint holding back the torrent of words that threatens to surge forth from my lips. These words, if unleashed, would become a tempest of regret, echoing through eternity, and I am determined to keep them confined within the fortress of my thoughts. "And why is that? Please, enlighten me."