Beauty & Her Prince ✦ Snily

5 ✦ Be Our Guest

Dedicated to: am0rtencia
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"It's no use. She's so beautiful,
and I'm so... well, look at me!"

- The Beast, discussing Belle being
the one to break his spell
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✶Chapter Five: Be Our Guest✶
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| Third Person |

Claustrophobia set in, causing havoc among Lily's nerves.

Everything was closing in on her. It felt as if she was trapped. Technically she was - but the emotion ran profoundly.

It was increasingly harder to breathe, and keep herself under control.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The course of the night took a sudden unhealthy toll on her. Lily felt overly exhausted, recognizing her physical and emotional drainage. This summer was already cocked from the moment she saw Potter and his arrogant gang in the village, it never occured to her that she would become a prisoner within twenty four hours of that.

She was tired. It was simply that, since there wasn't much a locked up muggle born can do against Death Eaters. It served best to retire for the night, and invent a stragetic plan once the sun reveals itself.

She sighed, and finally drank in the physical attributes of the room she was doomed within. The moon outside illuminated through the grand curtains enough for Lily to notice the plain white walls and the plain white bed. Beside the rather large bed was an antique wardrobe, lightly coated with fine dust. Lily felt more than relieved to spend the night in a room that perhaps wasn't filled with dark artifacts and anything too frightening... though this was Malfoy Manor - she may as well be sleeping in Voldemort's basement.

Her last thoughts before deciding to sleep drifted off to Snape, and how she doubted that his intentions were all that ill.

* * * * * *

That next morning at the crack of dawn, Severus Snape wiped the sweat from his brow.

This bloody potion isn't working.

He doubled the ingredients for a certain poison, wanting to experiment if there would be an increase of harm and possibly coma. Of course he would never use it - it was merely curiosity biting at him. Nothing but an unfanciful habit and passion.

This is what drove her away.

Oh, shut up.

The sun began to peak through his windows in the West Wing, signifying that he indeed had zero sleep. How could he? Last night was absolute chaos, and he did not have a clue on how he was going to approach her today. Lily went without dinner last night and he would despise himself for letting her starve.

Would he casually stride to her room, alarming her for breakfast? That seemed out of character for the given time, he did not want to bother her. He didn't want her to see him if she wished not to, he didn't want her to be more disgusted with him than she already was.

Severus shook his head. This was bloody ridiculous.

He will leave her be solitary in the room he stuck her in, unless she unexpectedly leaves to explore the manor. It was more than unlikely for her to do so, but a part of him wished she would. Maybe he would have the brisk pleasure of catching sight of red hair sweeping behind her, or a distinct smell of flowers in the air. Indirectly being with her was better than coming face to face with her emerald eyes, piercing into his darker orbs. The thought of it made him inwardly shudder, because the truth was that he let it haunt him. He let her screams haunt him, he let the visions of her and Potter hanging out haunt him. It was easiest to push it to the back of his mind with rubbish potions and stupid dark spells.