chapter 2
You head to your classroom to set up for the day, but like always you were incredibly hung over, which was extremely annoying, but Pomfrey refused to give you any more migraine medicine so you were alone on this. You keep the lights off as you enter the classroom, but waiting for you in there was none other than the cold man from before.
“So, you actually woke up this morning, that's surprising, i expected you to die from alcohol poisoning” he said with a bratty smirk, pissing you off, but then again remembering what you did the night before after he left still left you feeling a bit strained around him.
“Fuck off hot topic, i'm not in the mood for you” You say aggravatingly but in reality there was no real bark behind your bite.
“Hell is a hot topic? But on another note you really should stop drinking, i'm not too thrilled about having to pick you up from a bar before you get assaulted, and trust me i’ve seen you at bars before, you're not subtle. Are you a secret prostitute or just extremely desperate”
“It's a store, dumbass. One, and two i'm not a prostitute, i just like to drink… and clearly you do too if your seeing me at bars, looks like we both have alcohol problems”
Yeah that may be true but atleast i'm not trying to fuck everything that moves, personally i have some dignity, how can you bare to look at yourself and teach children when clearly you cant even teach yourself proper manners” he says with a hint of superiority, almost as if he thinks hes better then you, which is absurd, he sucks too right?
"well you know what snape? fuck you, atleast I'm not a loser virgin that no one loser no one likes" You say with an extreme level of bitterness, because honestly why does this guy get to judge you huh? look at him.
"such vulgar and strong words, a clear sign of getting defensive and annoyed when someone tells the truth, and talking about my sex life has nothing to do with your behavior. its practically self harm at this point, you drink yourself closer to a coma every night and let random men have sex with you to try and fill a random void that fills your poisoned heart" the cold man responded in a rather, calm town, but it was still layers with under lines of snarky attitude.
"you love to talk don't you? its fucking annoying hearing your voice as if you have any say in what I do. so shut your damn mouth. I can do whatever I want without your dumb voice in my ear, so leave me the hell alone." it was getting sad at this point, you were getting terrible at defending yourself against this man, was there a reason for it? or did you have a secret degradation thing that was causing you to crumble when he insulted you.
"someones running out of comebacks" he said with a smirk
get the hell out" you say angrily.