Severus Snape hisses as light filters through his very grimy window and hits his face.
"Fuck off sun, i'm not done with sleep yet." He mutters.
He burrows deeper into his threadbare blanket, pressing his face to a sorry excuse of a pillow.
"Severus! Come down here now!"
Severus moans, the volume reaching to a muffled screech. He flings off his blanket and gets up, stretching with a sound very close to coco pops.
"SEVERUS!"
"I'm coming!"
The raven pulls out a shirt from the ever growing pile of dirty laundry on the floor, not bothering to check if it's clean or not. He shuffles to the door tiredly, holding back a yawn.
"What is it!"
His father snarls, face red and eye twitching. A small bundle of cloths is practically thrown into Severus's arms.
"Holy shit." He whispers.
Green eyes stare back innocently, giggling at his foul language.
Story Notes:
Cursing and crude humor. Yeah.
God, Why?
To be continued...
Chapter End Notes:
I. . . have no idea what I'm doing.