Poetic Days, Frightful Nights
After all goodbyes, Formalities, And farewells were done, The Prince family had apparated home, To that mansion that haunted Severus in his nightmares, Because why did it look like a vampire would suck the blood out of its victims over there?
Severus had also absolutely tore all the presents apart even after Eileen yelled at him to wait to change his clothes, aralia said if these got dirty they'd just buy new ones, while Sidus hysterically laughed.
Now, Severus was surrounded by those shiny wrappers, Boxes, bows, and presents scattered all around.
There was a diamond freaking pacifier he got gifted, Not sure what to do with that. Designer clothes, Suppose he could wear those. Skincare items, Well whatever. Expensive food, Severus Quite liked that one. Money, Even better. But what Severus liked most was the fluffy black little kitty he got gifted by...Walburga, Unexpectedly.
Well it wasn't exactly little, a bit bigger than even Severus himself, Maybe it was a dog and Severus couldn't tell. He was sure it was a fluffy one though.
But look. A fluffy animal was a fluffy animal. God knows what breed but fluffy. Very fluffy.
By the time Severus was done with all his gifts, Lying in the pile the made around him, With said cat, Severus decided. Nuzzling into his neck. It tickled a damn lot. Severus hadn't decided a name for it. He better soon.
It was already about 1:30 am, And eileen was basically asleep while standing. Sidus gently apparated her to their bedroom like a good and gentle, Very much caring husband would and should, Tobias should be taking notes. Thought Severus While aralia made Severus stand up.
"Ok, Young one. Time to change into your pajamas. SIDUS! Will you change Severus' clothes or should I?—" aralia called out to Sidus, Who looked like he had overdosed on caffeine mixed with cocaine.
"Me." He replied simply, A maniacal grin on his lips and eyes hollow. Jesus Christ, Severus' parents were scary.
"Uh— just don't eat my grandson, Ok? I may want more grandchildren but Severus will always be my favourite!" Aralia finally said, Raising a concerned eyebrow before stalking upstairs to sleep. Of course, The poor old woman. Probably needed lots of sleep. She didn't appear that old however, Probably because of magic and the power of makeup.
"Ok. Change." Was all Sidus said as aralia left, Snapping and testing his head to look down at Severus.
"I can't, You big FATASS dummy." Severus wanted to say, But again. He was a baby. All that came out were bratty sounding baby noises that sounded all too much like screeching hippogriffs in Severus' opinion. Well, Not like he'd actually seen a hippogriff screech before but—
"Dumbass kid. Can't even change on his own. Spaz." Sidus grimaced, And Severus felt well— like a particularly large Blast-Ended Skrewt in a room with a unicorn. Did his father just start beef with him? With slangs? Oh hell no—
But before Severus could start a tantrum loud enough to make godric Gryffindor turn in his grave, Sidus' wand was out, Words were uttered and Severus was changed into his baby blue silk pajamas. Oh, Ok. Well that was rather easy after Sidus just cursed at him, a ONE year old little harmless kid!
Then Sidus took Severus in his arms and still muttering some weird stuff Severus did not catch, Took him up the stairs and into the nursery. Put a blanket on him, And went out, Shutting the door up tight behind Severus. Wow. Talk about caribb for your babies. Now Severus knew sidus' sleep surely mattered! It was alcohol with Tobias, and now sleep!? Well, Severus supposed it's not half as bad as getting beat up and bottles broken on you.
Severus soon fell asleep, Because what else was he supposed to do at Like two am at night as a one year old locked up tight in his nursery? Severus' eyelids were about to droop, When he felt soft fur rub against his cheek. Wait— Severus looked at his side in the darkness lit only by the white fairy lights, And saw the overgrown cat. Ok, It had somehow managed to get into his room?— creepy, but Severus would not comment on it. because free will for the cats he supposed.
In the end, Severus drifted off into heavy sleep. Alas, A one year old like him deserved to rest in this wretched world full of nothing but pure torment and despair, For fates cruelity curse them all with—
Ok Severus was at it again. Relax, Relax. Your totally fine and not part of some self destructive depressing Fyodor Dostoevsky novel. Severus told himself as he slacked off. Just for a little while...
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Eleven months. Eleven months since Severus' amazing first birthday party and here he was, Getting all dolled up again. God bloody dangit, Did the arfing Purebloods have nothing better to do?
He had attended alot of gathering in this time, Got his parents concerned over why he had not said his first word and dread everyday because when would Walburga come to discuss certain matters?
This time, It was a house elves getting him ready. Same one, Dearest Loyal old mimzy. She had been very excited to dress young master up, As she said. This why Severus was dressed in..This— before Severus could babble something out because the poor boy still had said nothing of sense, Mimzy started talking.
"This outfit exudes an air of opulent mysticism, blending timeless elegance with intricate craftsmanship. It consists of a rich, black cloak that flows gracefully to the ground, made from a luxurious, heavy fabric that gives it weight and movement, ensuring it drapes with stately precision. The cloak is edged with deep emerald green accents, featuring an elaborate, swirling brocade pattern reminiscent of enchanted forests and medieval finery. A delicate golden trim borders the cloak, highlighting the regal contrast between the black and green fabric and adding a subtle sheen that catches the light—" Mimzy took a breath.
'—The cloak's neckline is accented with a structured, emerald-green hood that sits wide and elegant, its interior lined with the same intricate green pattern, ensuring even the hidden details radiate craftsmanship. A set of ornamental cords in gold ties the cloak at the chest, fastened with decorative golden toggles, featuring small filigree detailing. These cords overlap a layered vest beneath, which peeks through the cloak’s opening. The vest, fitted and sharply tailored, is adorned with matching golden embroidery and buttons that follow a symmetrical, angular design, accentuating the garment's tailored silhouette!" Ok, That's enough—
"Beneath the cloak, the ensemble reveals more glimpses of the matching green brocade fabric at its hem, where a secondary layer of the cloak peeks through, providing depth and visual harmony. This layering is further elevated by delicate gold embroidery that weaves intricate floral motifs, framing the garment’s edges like gilded ivy. The tailored vest and cloak combine seamlessly, suggesting an outfit that balances both authority and mystery—its flawless construction and ornate details make it appear both functional and ceremonial. The outfit embodies a perfect blend of fantasy and nobility, as though crafted for a character of high station, perhaps a guardian of an ancient order or a figure shrouded in arcane secrets. Of course, The pants are black trousers with golden embroidery at the ankles!"
By the time this poetic ass elf was finished, Severus' head hurt. The poor boy might be a one year old in this life, But even in his own previous life did nobody talk like that!
Jesus, Who was this girl even yapping to!? Severus felt the need to screech. Well, He was dressed up now. No undoing it. Till they attended whatever event there was now.
Severus did not quite like his hair however, So poofy, Like a well...How did Severus describe them?—
His hair looked like a mischievous storm cloud had decided to perch on his head, ready to rain chaos if anyone got too close. It bounced and puffed with every movement, as if it had a personality of its own—dramatic, untamable, and maybe just a little smug about how much space it took up.
Severus missed his greasy hair. Was that a lie? Yes. At least he wouldn't get bullied for some crazy hair, Everybody considered handsome in Hogwards had this look. James and Sirius, For example.
In Severus' own opinion, Frank Longbottom was quite the charming one, He was also one of the only students that treated Severus with basic human decency.
Mimizy had started to apply lotion to his skin, Wow. Not even an attempt on his hair, Huh? Well, Severus supposed not even the strongest of Spells would work on that bush of his he called hair.
By the time he was ready, Now wearing little boots too, Mimzy made both of them pop down stairs. Severus looked like a shrinked, tiny, Slytherin copy of dracula. Cokeworth version, Might he dare say. Cokeworth did not have good vampires. Trust him. Just trust him.
A trashbag wasn't an ideal vampire dress, Was it?
Severus had grown a few inches— ok only two. But look, He was growing! Infact, Walburga had even given birth. Regulus, The child was.
Severus knew that it was going to be regulus. After all, Who else was Sirius blacks little brother? They had attended the baby shower, blah blah blah, Pureblood shit, Severus had seen regulus, they threw a celebration right at birth, Which Severus feared was probably the case with most Purebloods. Not him though. They were more focused on making Severus act humane and not like a damn ape.
Regulus was not ugly in the least, Oh god That child was divine. What the hell. Severus was jealous of these blacks. Talk about good genes.
Well the princes sure weren't bad themselves, But Severus preferred the sharp features. So, So cool.
Ah, Aralia had also moved away much to Severus' dismay. He had grown oh so close to his diva of a grandmother. Apparently she was just staying to help Eileen out since she just gave birth. Severus did not know why, There were enough house elves for that.
And once again, Severus was forced to stop thinking after Eileen picked him up.
"Dont you worry, My lil cutie. It'll be a short dinner. Walburga invited us, and saying no would be very mean." Eileen smiled softly.
Severus felt his blood run cold. Small? Dinner? With Walburga? Ah, Seems his life had finally started to fall apart. All was too good to seem true..
"Ok, Let's floo!" Said sidus' sickly sweet voice, Severus felt nauseous.
"Enjoy!" Mimzy said in her squeaky voice, And off went Severus and his parents.
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Of course, The place for the dinner was a fancy restaurant. What else could it just possibly be if not? It was about eight o' clock, Not that late. And small dinner...Severus hoped they stayed true to their word.
He had also not started speaking, Now that he thought of it. Maybe at dinner, he should try and say something, Huh?
Just as Severus was thinking that, Eileen picked him up and took him to a table. Fancy. Just like the restaurant within itself.
There they were, The blacks, Full proof. Severus had heard Sirius was already walking and talking. Well, Severus could walk too! Just..in his dreams. But hey, Sirius was an year older too!
"glad you could come." Said Walburga, And Orion nodded. Regulus was still w little baby, Sitting in walburga's lap, Sucking on his finger. Ah, Cute children.
"Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world!" Replied Eileen in her usual charmful tone, Taking a seat. Sidus did the same, And sat Severus down too.
Oh, this was going to be a long, long night...
Hey, The house elves better feed his cat!—