HP John Snape

Chapter 121

Faced with this situation, Yates had no choice. After a few more messages got stuck, I had to pause for a while and let him go to the lounge to brew his feelings for a few more minutes.

John reluctantly walked into the lounge with the script.

As soon as he entered, the door behind him suddenly closed.

Snape immediately appeared, hugged John from behind, and held him in his arms.

"What's wrong?"

John turned his head in Snape's arms and asked doubtfully as the familiar warmth pressed against his back.

Snape pursed his lips, his eyes complicated, and said nothing.

John thought for a moment and asked speculatively: "Are you... jealous?"

Snape looked at him and acquiesced.

John was a little surprised: "Are you jealous of Lily or me?"

Snape's cheeks twisted in confusion, but he still said nothing.

John saw a strange expression on his face, and he probably couldn't figure it out himself.

"Okay, then is there any way you can -" John paused hesitantly, "to temporarily change Somerville in my eyes to look like you?"

Snape raised his eyebrows: "I am a wizard, not omnipotent. Merlin ."

John admitted distressedly: "But... I'm not that good yet. I can't stop crying when I look at Somerville's face. Even if I imagine it to be you, there's always something weird about it."

Nep was silent for a moment and asked slowly: "Do you need... to act in a scene?"

John looked at him hesitantly: "You mean now?"

When Yates saw John walking out of the lounge, His heart was still full of worries.

But when John stepped into the camera, his eyes were suddenly full of pain. Yates was shocked and shouted silently: This is the expression!

He held on to the doorframe and could barely stand. He stretched out his arms as if trying to catch something, and was crying silently with a painful expression.

His eyes were staring at Lily on the ground, unbelievable and full of sadness.

This sudden entrance into the drama caused all the staff at the scene to fall silent, and were brought into the sadness.

Yates stared at the screen, holding his breath.

Just now John couldn't get into the scene when he saw Lily. He was still a little worried.

And John had forgotten the camera, the people around him, and that he was still filming. He could only see the familiar black figure lying lifeless in front of him.

Yes, Snape fell beside Somerville, his empty black eyes looking straight at the door, out of focus.

Severus Snape is dead.

The person who liked to laugh at him with a sarcastic smile, but was infinitely gentle, died.

John staggered into the room, breathless in pain, and a sense of suffocation surrounded him.

Even if he knew it was fake and that it was just a show between Severus and him, he couldn't control himself.

He knelt down in front of the black figure, his hands trembling, but he had to pick up the other body. An indescribable feeling of powerlessness and despair filled my heart.

John cried silently and held Somerville tightly in his arms. He knew he couldn't even look in that direction now.

Snape looked at John's desperate expression on the verge of collapse, with a flash of worry in his eyes. But he couldn't move yet and had to wait a little longer -

"Stuck!" Yates shouted suddenly, "Perfect! John, your performance is so beautiful!"

The sad atmosphere on the scene was pressed to terminate, and the staff buzzed He praised him all the time. Yates smiled and stood up.

Somerville also stood up from John's arms, saying with red eyes:

"Your performance is so great - Oh, God! John, are you okay?"

She was startled, looking at John's face full of tears, and tightly He clenched his fists and tried to restrain his expression.

Snape pressed John's shoulders at the first moment and said solemnly: "Go back to the lounge, immediately."

- John saw his expression just now, as if he wanted to hug him regardless, I don't want to care about other people's reactions when they see this scene.

Snape's sanity was still there, so he could still enlighten John.

Yates watched John stand up straight away and stumble towards the lounge. He stopped the person who was about to ask and said, "Let him calm down for a while. The emotion of the drama is too deep and he can't get out of the

lounge for the time being." The moment the door closed, Snape immediately solidified. John rushed over and hugged him tightly. His arms clamped hard on Snape, as if he wanted to melt him into his body.

"It's over." Snape comforted in a low voice, "That's all false."

John bit his lower lip with restraint, as if trying to fight against someone. He didn't realize that he was still crying. He just hugged the body he was most familiar with tightly, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"I know-" he said hoarsely after a long while.

"I'm just scared. Uncontrollable fear - when I saw you falling in front of me with empty eyes -"

Snape's lips moved, and his expression suddenly became severe: "I regret it. Next, you have to rely on me." Act it yourself."

John nodded: "I regret it too... I would rather die than watch you die again. If it weren't for my poor acting skills... I wouldn't have used the method just now.

" Here we are." Snape smiled, "Now that you're awake, can you let go of your poor professor's waist?"

John then realized that he was almost holding Snape in his arms. The posture is very uncomfortable.

John quickly let go of him sheepishly.