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CHARACTER NAME: Severus Snape
CHARACTER CANON: Harry Potter

[OOC]

Slowtagging: Yes, absolutely; I'm a pretty slow RPer these days, anyway
Canon-puncturing: Not at this time
Offensive subjects (elaborate): I am fairly difficult person to squick/offend, but if it's something really off the wall, maybe check first.

[IC]

Hugging this character: hahahaha you're welcome to TRY but I don't know why you'd want to
Kissing this character: see above
Flirting with this character: see above; also, he will have NO IDEA what you're doing
Fighting with this character: Is probably a natural extension of the fact that he's a total giant bag of dicks
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): I'm open to the possibility. Mild fistfighting and stuff doesn't need to be planned out, but anything more significant (broken bones, concussion, anything limiting in life activities) should be discussed first
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: You're welcome to it, but check with me first so we can chat about what your character would read from him

General Warnings:

[GODMODDING]
No one, for now. If Snape's not around, assume he is hiding in his rooms or skulking about being brooding and creepy

It had started out as simple snooping. There were records on the island, of past events, past inhabitants, so on and so forth. He was bored, and the bookshelves in the rec room weren't cooperating with him, so he went elsewhere in search of information.

And oh, did he find it in the island's public records.

He sort of wished that he hadn't.

He'd been poking around the public records that the council kept. Births, deaths, et cetera, et cetera, boring boring boring.

Snape was half-heartedly flipping through the marriage registry, which was also boring, up until his the moment when own name jumped out at him on the page. Right there in front of him, in crisp handwriting, was a documented marriage between himself and Regulus Black, many years ago.

He most certainly did not marry Regulus Black, not in this life or any other life, thank you very much.

"What the hell is this?" he snapped, glaring hard at the page. If looks could kill, the paper would be up in flames by now.