Severus Snape
Hogwarts Staff
DADA Professor Head of Slytherin House
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Post by Severus Snape on Oct 5, 2011 23:22:23 GMT -5
Snape had managed to finish the soup that Sam had started before she had hurt herself. He figured that she had to eat something, even if it was just the broth. Quite frankly, he didn't know the first thing about how one was supposed to get someone who was anorexic to start eating again.
At this point, he hadn't really noticed the decor of Sam's room, and at this point, he wouldn't be nearly as concerned with her sexuality as he was with her health.
She was a teenage girl; though Snape hoped that she wouldn't start having sex for ... a good long while, he didn't have any illusions about the fact that she could and would be able to hide it from him. He also just hoped that she would be smart and safe in her decisions.
But, his daughter was an intelligent girl; he had faith that she would be smart about ... whatever she chose to do.
Until he'd discovered this ... problem, that is. She was still one of the most intelligent young witches he'd ever known, but it was clear that he hadn't been paying enough attention to his only child.
He noticed when she began to feign unconsciousness instead of being truly out, and he allowed her to keep up the pretense. She was probably rather upset with him for invading her room, but the only space he was occupying was that of her chair, the bowl of soup he'd brought her resting on her desk, away from all of her photos and personal effects.
"How are you feeling, Sam?" he asked, voice quiet, the concern he felt showing through quite clearly. It was a little bit of a ludicrous question, considering, but well, he felt that it should be asked.
"Do you think you could manage a little soup? Or perhaps even just some broth?" As he'd previously admitted to himself, he really didn't know how he should be going about this.
He really hoped that Dumbledore would answer his owl quickly; as much as he hated to have to ask for advice, he desperately needed it in this case.
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Samantha Snape
Slytherin Student
5th Year Chaser Prefect
"I tried to forget love because it had forgotten me - and found something better in Ana's arms."
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Post by Samantha Snape on Oct 6, 2011 0:39:03 GMT -5
Well, that hadn't lasted long... Blinking slowly so as to get her eyes adjusted to the light after the period of darkness, she sat up slowly. This was as much from the fact that she was still a tiny bit out of it, as for the fact that she knew she'd just faint again if she moved too fast too quickly. Her vision was still slightly grey at the edges, so she would need to be careful how she moved.
As her bed was positioned against two of the four walls of her room, she positioned herself at the corner. Leaning back against the wall, she tugged the black comforter around herself. With the way she sat, and her thin, near skeletal frame, she looked as if she just wanted to curl into herself. The blanket was because she was damn freezing - of course, she was cold almost all the time lately, so that shouldn't have been much of a surprise.
When her father spoke about her eating some of the soup he had apparently finished making for her, she forced herself not to stiffen. So that was what she had smelled. Well, she wasn't going to be beating it, not at all. "No." She said simply, calmly. There was no need to be irrational about this. However, she felt that her father deserved an explanation as to why.
She was, after all, doing this for him, to make him proud of her.
"I didn't make it; that's why I don't eat at Hogwarts anymore." There was no point in hiding the obvious, her rational mind told her. "I don't know what's in it, the exact content of the food... I'm sorry to say, I don't trust anyone to cook for me anymore." Her smile was sad. "And yes, as I'm sure you've already figured out, I only eat for show these days... Whatever I eat is purged at the soonest opportunity, or I run until I'm sure it's gone."
She knew this was considered disordered; she knew she was considered to be suffering from anorexia with bulimic symptoms. She also knew that she didn't care what anyone else thought. She needed Ana's help;without her, Sam knew she wouldn't have ever amounted to anything. It was just inconceivable that she would have been in such a position as she was today with out Ana.
Only slightly lost in her thoughts, she picked absentmindedly at a just-healed scar on one of her arms... She wondered if her razor blade had been confiscated by now... Or if the ones she kept stashed around her room had been found yet...
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Severus Snape
Hogwarts Staff
DADA Professor Head of Slytherin House
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Post by Severus Snape on Oct 19, 2011 13:00:22 GMT -5
He could tell that she was still out of it, not to mention the fact that she was cold. Which wasn't surprising, really; she had practically nothing on her bones at all, these days, and it was hard to keep warm without any fat at all.
Her explanation as to why she wouldn't eat the soup, though, while to some extent it made sense, was rather upsetting. Not her explanation, really, though; simply the fact that she refused to eat.
"In that case, Sam, at mealtimes at Hogwarts, you will accompany me to the kitchens and you will make yourself something, even if it's little." And he was going to have to figure out a way to keep track of her so that he would know if she was purging what she ate.
"Please, Sam," he practically begged, something he never did (it was a testament to how much he cared about his daughter, that he was willing to do so).
He didn't know what else he could do for her, really; if she would just eat something, even occasionally, that would make him feel much better.
One thing Snape did know about this sort of disorder, though, was that it was seated in a person's mind. Which meant that really, what Sam needed most was a psychiatrist. He was going to have to look into that, find one that was suitable for his daughter.
He wouldn't entrust his child to just anyone, after all. As soon as he was able, he would contact St. Mungo's and start researching their psychiatrists.
Snape didn't really know what else to say to Sam, at the moment; he was desperately worried, and at this point, he was tired enough not to try to hide it.
There was too much at stake here to do something wrong; he had to take the right steps or he would push Sam even further away, something he did not want at all.
The former Potions Master wanted to start to connect with his daughter; he didn't want to estrange her from him, any more than she already had been by his carelessness over the years. Things would get better, somehow. At least, he hoped that it would, in time.
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Samantha Snape
Slytherin Student
5th Year Chaser Prefect
"I tried to forget love because it had forgotten me - and found something better in Ana's arms."
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Post by Samantha Snape on Oct 27, 2011 20:37:26 GMT -5
Her sigh was all but inaudible. Uncurling from the ball she had formed of herself, the redhead removed her blanket from around herself. She didn't even so much as wince at the cold; she was a bit numb at the moment, so it didn't bother her too much. Scooting over to the side of her bed, Sam swung her legs over the side and stood up. She absentmindedly brushed her fingers over the coiled roasry which occupied her nightstand, but didn't pick it up. Moving over to her dresser, she picked up and began toying with one of the few articles of jewelry she owned: a silver, skill-shaped tongue piercing.
She wondered almost vaguely if her father would react badly to her completely punk/goth style... Should he ever learn of it, of course. As that thought had no bearing on the current situation, the tall girl put it from her mind. e-focusing in on the conversation, she answered her father simply and plainly. After all, she wasn't one to get mad very easily, and she saw no reason to be irrational and bad tempered about this; it was completely rational and calm, so far as she saw things. As her voice was so calm and cool, her expression was also all but blank - rather completely devoid of emotion.
"Father, you know as well as I do that the house elves will never allow that - not even if we order them to." She didn't add that she would just end up throwing it up at the first opportunity anyways. She was quite sure he knew that. Of course, she was also having to contain a part of herself that just wanted to scream at him. How could he not see it? How could he not see that this was for him? How could he not see that this was good for her - that Ana was helping her become so much better than she ever had been before? How could he seem to see her - and yet still not, no matter what she did to herself?
Was she really and truly that invisible, or did he just not really care at all?
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Severus Snape
Hogwarts Staff
DADA Professor Head of Slytherin House
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Post by Severus Snape on Oct 31, 2011 15:01:53 GMT -5
“They will do what the Headmaster tells them to do," he murmured. He knew that if he talked to Dumbledore about this situation, the Headmaster would do his best to help. And at the moment, Severus Snape needed all the help he could get.
He wasn’t about to inform his daughter that she was going to be going to see a psychiatrist, not until he had figured out just who was the best Healer for her. Quite frankly, at this point, he might have been more comfortable taking her to a Muggle psychiatrist if that would have worked; Muggles didn’t know who he was, so they would have no reason to doubt his true loyalties.
That was another thing he was going to have to deal with in his search for the right person to help Sam; if such a person thought he was still a Death Eater, that person would probably not do whatever he or she could to help his child.
And whatever other qualities Sam’s future psychiatrist had, this person would need to be able to do his or her utmost to help Samantha Cleopatra Snape.
Severus Snape’s brilliant mind was already whirring, working on creating a spell that would inform him immediately any time Sam even attempted to purge anything she ate. He couldn’t be around her all of the time, obviously, but he would know when she was trying to rid herself of anything she’d eaten. And the same would go for if she decided to try to run all of it off.
He was a clever man; he’d have such spells ready in no time. There was not a moment to lose, in that case; he needed to research psychiatrists and get to testing his spells.
“At least have some pumpkin juice,” he said, waving a glass over to her with his wand. “It won’t hurt and, as you know, it has very little in it that would make it fattening,” for lack of a better word.
Yes, Sam may be Professor Lawrence’s apprentice now, but Severus Snape was still a master at potions. He could conceal any potion if he so chose, without altering the potion’s desired effects. And this glass of pumpkin juice had a Sleeping Potion in it, a very powerful one, at that. Sam needed to rest, and yes, Snape did know about her insomnia. And so, he would help her sleep while he figured out a solution to this situation.
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Samantha Snape
Slytherin Student
5th Year Chaser Prefect
"I tried to forget love because it had forgotten me - and found something better in Ana's arms."
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Post by Samantha Snape on Dec 2, 2011 3:24:20 GMT -5
That was officially when Sam lost it. She knew that this would be odd for her, but really, if her usual cold, emotionless exterirot wouldn't get her point across, then perhaps the volatility of her emotions would. She looked at the glass of pumpkin jiuce on her dresser for a moment, before taking it in hand. Of course, as expected, she didn't lift it to her lips. She just gazed at it's contents for a moment, before looking back to her father. Her face may have been emotionless still for the moment, but her eyes blazed with almost uncharacteristic emotion.
"Well, then, if you know they will do as the Headmaster tells them, then you also know I won't willingly eat any of it," she hissed the words, some of the complete fury she felt leaking into her words and voice. "As for this," she indicated the glass she held by raising it a fraction, utter disgust mixing with the fury, "something tells me it's spiked. Whether it has a an appitite stimulant, a calming draught, a sleeping potion, or what else have you in it - here's what I think of your offer." And then, in quite the rare display of emotion - one she hadn't used around her father in years now, she hurled the glass at the empty expanse of wall between her nightstand and the door to her room.
A completely humorless, almost frightening parody of a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, as the glass shattered. She knew she looked slightly insane, but by this point, she didn't care. As her hands gripped the edge of her dresser hard to keep herself from falling, she ignored the spots blooming across her vision from the exertion, both physical and emotional, her body could no-longer handle. Of course, something she didn't see, but which was glaringly obvious to anyone else, were the bones straining against the skin of her hands, mostly because of her white-knuckled grip.
She didn't see a lot of obvious things these days - along with seeing a good deal of things about herself which were untrue.
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