(You’re both male)

Severus felt weak, he felt his throat hurt and his chest tighten. His hand rubbed against his face, wiping the blood from his lip and nose.

Why him? What did he do to deserve this?

He looks down at his chest as he stands in front of a mirror in one of the bathrooms in the Slytherin dorms. The spiteful nickname "Snivellus" engraved onto his chest like a branding along with the various other cuts scattered across his torso. Once again, he was the victim of a malicious prank at the hands of the Marauders. 'It's all fun and games to them' is what he thinks bitterly, but he knows better. He hates the four of them and they hate him too.

The dim lighting of the bathroom didn't do much to ease his mind as he feels stupid tears well up in his eyes. His fingers gingerly turn the cold water tap and he runs his hands underneath it, just to make sure this wasn't a nightmare. Oh how he wishes it was.

He felt so pathetic... Good joke, James. Severus says to himself