所以你订婚了,不久之后也会结婚的吧。
我宁愿你找个好女人认真安稳的过下去,也好过现在被骗婚而浑然不知。
这么久了我最擅长的事情就是牺牲,可是太沉默的自己没法阻止你往挖好的坑里跳。
赌三到五年好了,不要太短暂,不然她会把你伤的很重。
其实如果之后你很难过,我还是愿意陪你走一走的,不出于同情,而是为我曾经付出。

他一发作业一有考试,我就和修他课的同学一样忙。明明不是tutor,有问题却全来找我。我当时学的好,很大一部分是因为他,而现在反倒害我与他脱不了干系。
在他之后,我再也没那么小心翼翼的记一份笔记,再也没有上课每分每秒都不走神。如果当初学的一般好就好了,他就不会记得我,我也不会那么用力喜欢一个人。

我删了大部分关于你的文章,其实寒假前就搬到另一个地方去了,只是一直舍不得,囤积癖吧可以说,毕竟这儿算是original,之后的很多东西也一直在那里写,因为那个地方的人大概都看不懂。
这几天有同学陪聊着没有怎么很厉害的想你了,也没有像前一阵子那样上瘾了似的每天都要记。看还能维持多久吧…对了,前天Sev回来了,感觉有他在什么都很好,虽然回不去之前的样子,但还是good to have him back.

【Update:亨利结婚了。】

pro-severus-snape
uzumaki-wannabe:

Snow. Silence.
A bird rests on a wooden fence, staring at the castle, seen in the far distance. Children’s laughter came from inside, ringing in the cold morning air. But no matter how far away, the bird could clearly hear them. It could hear the joy, the excitement.
But it couldn’t hear what it looked for. For it had lost this voice, the deep calmness of that sound.
Snow was falling but it didn’t matter. It was really cold, but it didn’t matter. Years had passed since that awful mess the magical school had become, since the war had begun and ended. But it didn’t matter.
Because he wasn’t there. Then where was he? Was the bird no longer able to find him?
Another bird flew by, then a second one, then a third. It was that time of the morning. And the bird suddenly could feel its wings again. It could feel its heart race. Because he could be there. He had to.
Stretching out its wings, the bird flew in the air, headed to the castle. It had no mail to deliver, but this was its chance to go inside. It was the time to look for him again.
Reaching the large building, it flew in the large hall and reached the very end of it, taking a few spins over the long table. But he wasn’t there. Another man sat in his place in the far left corner. But it wasn’t him.
Students fell silent, watching as the white owl swirled over the teachers’ table, taking its time to observe the place with its large, amber eyes. It did not carry a letter, and everyone knew that. For it was only looking for its master. In a few moments the bird was gone, but few in the hall felt like talking.
"What is that owl doing, it’s been coming every morning."
The Fryffindor Prefect turned to the girl, a first year student, and smiled bitterly.
"Some years ago there was a man that was a headmaster here. Briefly. But he was a great man. He used to be a Potions teacher as well. His name was Severus Snape. He died during the war… They say this is his owl. Poor bird. It is still looking for its master…"
Reaching the wooden fence, the white owl landed swiftly, turning its eyes back to the castle. Snow fell down, coldness overwhelmed the bird. But it wouldn’t give up. Because its master deserved loyalty. He was the greatest man the owl had ever met. It would always wait there, until it met him again.
Always.
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A tribute to Severus Snape.

uzumaki-wannabe:

Snow. Silence.

A bird rests on a wooden fence, staring at the castle, seen in the far distance. Children’s laughter came from inside, ringing in the cold morning air. But no matter how far away, the bird could clearly hear them. It could hear the joy, the excitement.

But it couldn’t hear what it looked for. For it had lost this voice, the deep calmness of that sound.

Snow was falling but it didn’t matter. It was really cold, but it didn’t matter. Years had passed since that awful mess the magical school had become, since the war had begun and ended. But it didn’t matter.

Because he wasn’t there. Then where was he? Was the bird no longer able to find him?

Another bird flew by, then a second one, then a third. It was that time of the morning. And the bird suddenly could feel its wings again. It could feel its heart race. Because he could be there. He had to.

Stretching out its wings, the bird flew in the air, headed to the castle. It had no mail to deliver, but this was its chance to go inside. It was the time to look for him again.

Reaching the large building, it flew in the large hall and reached the very end of it, taking a few spins over the long table. But he wasn’t there. Another man sat in his place in the far left corner. But it wasn’t him.

Students fell silent, watching as the white owl swirled over the teachers’ table, taking its time to observe the place with its large, amber eyes. It did not carry a letter, and everyone knew that. For it was only looking for its master. In a few moments the bird was gone, but few in the hall felt like talking.

"What is that owl doing, it’s been coming every morning."

The Fryffindor Prefect turned to the girl, a first year student, and smiled bitterly.

"Some years ago there was a man that was a headmaster here. Briefly. But he was a great man. He used to be a Potions teacher as well. His name was Severus Snape. He died during the war… They say this is his owl. Poor bird. It is still looking for its master…"

Reaching the wooden fence, the white owl landed swiftly, turning its eyes back to the castle. Snow fell down, coldness overwhelmed the bird. But it wouldn’t give up. Because its master deserved loyalty. He was the greatest man the owl had ever met. It would always wait there, until it met him again.

Always.

———————————————————

A tribute to Severus Snape.

也许我在汤不乐只是找一种慰藉。
今天用我的笔了,还跟我特别开心的显摆示意。然后我后半堂课又失控了,跟你发愣的瞪了好几秒,一句话也说不出来,张皇失措的摇头,还好你笑了…
早上去办公室查分,跟我玩的押韵,thats ok…thats an A…你的lecture上完了,我的笔也没有掉水,不用换笔的感觉是不是有点不适应?因为不出错所以没办法拿起下一支。
我临走时没有看你,不是不想,是不敢。不知道你有没有和我一样的心态期盼对方回头一眼呢。这点或许是太自作多情了,我从来没有在放影片的时候回头望过你,不管实际上我有多想这样做。总是期盼着你会在教室最后等我回头,又怕你没有在看我。人真是矛盾的综合体,呵。我不喜欢别人回答问题然后你对着那人重复一遍,但我喜欢你叫不上她们的名字,只能说“just as you said,” 因为你只可以叫出我名字,毫不费力的,中英文。从上商法的时候就可以,just as Alexis said,我是有多骄傲。
那支连续两个半小时没有掉水的笔,你会不会很喜欢?可是我觉得等你下学期再用,也许就写不出来了,会觉得可惜么?我会,因为你没法再拿起那只笔就想到我了。我一遍一遍问你些问题,你会不会觉得,幸好有我提醒你?下学期没有我当你的学生,你不要在课上发脾气了,不要忘这忘那的,对你声誉不好。你应该不会想我的吧,我们的关系止步于点头之交了,不论这一个点头和微笑底下涌动着什么样的情感,它都只能是一座不会爆发的火山。
演讲和考试相对于自己来说就是打包和收心,没有希望和可能性,差不多该收尾。
Put an end.

今与学妹谈到你这学期换教室,学妹说自己上课故意不带纸,让你给一张,听说你还“温柔的”让她“下次不要忘记了。” 你换到五楼,我第一反应竟是你爬楼会累,真傻到家了,学妹还撒娇,说我都不心疼她们(笑)…老年人就该多锻炼锻炼才好,不然带不动两个女儿玩怎么办。比起前段时间我已经好多了,可以不显山露水的跟别人一起开你玩笑,可是快两个月了,就那一次见面你还没认出我来,我唯一真正后悔自己剪了短头发的,也就是那一次…以前有一篇很喜欢的小说,《人澹如菊》,我们也许就是连高潮都没有就走向结局的那种,你不是纳梵,我也不能是乔。