cinnamon and chocolate. | severus snape

『 ↳𓆙･ﾟ 𝟏.𝟏: 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

"Juliet!" A voice called from above me. I stop from the conversation with my father to look up. Gabriella Imago, my closest friend since literally the first year school. "Get on the damn train! Few of your goons are in here with me!" I sigh, rolling my eyes. I look back to my father. Leaving him is never hard but lately him and my mother have gotten worse. I feel like I need to stay to level the awkwardness. Ever since Jacobs gone missing they've been ..different.
"Well, you've better get going" My father sets a gentle hand on my shoulder. "I love you, Jules."
"I love you, dad. I'll write you." He smiles and pulls me in for a hug as I adjust the wicker cat carrier in my hand.
"Ahem," I hear from behind me. My mother. I smile at my father again before walking to my mother.
"Well, your seventh year," My mother raises her chin. I nod. "Don't make any mistakes. Our family reputation can't afford any more." 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺? Of all the things she could say to me, that's what she says? For some reason, I'm not even fully surprised. It's so obvious she's implying at Jacob. His seventh year was the year he went missing.
"Okay," Once again, that's the only thing I could ever say to her. She nods, pats my shoulder, then she's off. I grab my luggage, trying to walk off the awkward interaction between me and my mother and I walk up the stairs onto the train. I'm greeted with Gabriella grabbing my arm and pulling me into the isle she's seated at.
"Finally! I've been stuck with these halfwits," I laugh and look over at Fred and George.
"Hey!" I wave. They smile immediately when they see me.
"Ay, Juliet! About time you get here!" Fred raised a hand. George greeted me the same way as well. I huffed and sat down in the compartment with Cricket on my lap. Gabriella on my right, an empty seat on my left and Fred and George directly in front of me.
"You excited for the seventh year, Juliet?" She smirked and nudged me with her elbow. I nodded eagerly.
"Hell yeah I am," I said with a giggle, draping my arm around her shoulders. I winked at Fred and George. "I can't wait to see what shit you lot get into this year," They both chuckled at that. At that moment, Neville clambered into the compartment and lugged his trunk into the shelf above. He sighed and sat down next to me, giving a tired, but content grin at us.
"Hey Neville, how was your break?" He let out an exasperated sigh.
"Bloody terrible! My grandmother has been bickering with me the entire break," I clapped a hand over his back.
"Can't catch a break, yeah?" I gave him a quick smile to which he returned.
"What classes are you most looking forward to?" Gabriella asked us.
"Hmm, potions." The only thing I could think of was of course my favorite subject. Everybody groaned in response to my comment. "Okay, what?" I chuckled, "What's wrong with potions?"
"More like who." George snorted. I raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Seriously? Professor Snape?" Fred crinkled his nose, "Mate, he's the worst!"
"Anytime anyone tries to interact with him they just get an earful for the most random reasons," Neville held his hands out. I shook my head.
"That's not on,"
"Seriously he's so bitter!" I don't think he's bitter. Everybody always talks about him that way. I might be too biased for this topic, but that doesn't change my point.
"I guess you're right," I reply. 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.