John Snape of HP

Faced with this situation, Yates has nothing to do.After getting stuck on a few more messages, I had to pause for a while and let him go to the lounge to brew for a few more minutes.

John reluctantly took the script and walked into the lounge.

He just went in when the door behind him was suddenly closed.

Snape immediately emerged, embraced John from behind, and wrapped him in his arms.

"what happened?"

With the familiar temperature against his back, John tilted his head in Snape's arms and asked suspiciously.

Snape pursed his lips, his eyes were complicated, and he didn't speak.

John thought for a moment, then asked guessingly, "You don't...are you jealous?"

Snape looked at him, acquiescing.

John was a little surprised: "Then are you jealous of Lily, or are you jealous of me?"

Snape's cheeks twisted in confusion, but he still didn't speak.

John saw his strange expression, probably the man himself couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, then is there any way for you—" John paused hesitantly, "temporarily change the Somerville in my eyes into yours?"

Snape raised his eyebrows: "I'm a wizard, not the almighty Merlin."

John admitted distressedly: "But... I'm not that good. I can't cry when I look at Somerville's face. Even if I imagine you, it's always weird."

Snape was silent for a moment, then asked slowly, "Do you need... a scene?"

John looked at him hesitantly: "You mean now?"

Yates was still full of apprehension when he saw John come out of the lounge.

But when John walked up to the camera, his eyes suddenly filled with pain.Yates was shocked, and shouted silently: This is the expression!

He held on to the door frame, barely able to stand up.He stretched out his arms as if trying to grab something, and wept silently with a pained expression.

His eyes kept staring at Lily on the ground, unbelievable and full of sadness.

This sudden scene made the staff on the scene silent, and they were brought into that kind of sadness.

Yates' eyes were glued to the screen, and he was holding his breath.

John just couldn't get into the scene when he saw Lily.He was still a little worried.

And John has forgotten the camera, the people around him, and he is still filming.He could only see the familiar black figure lying lifelessly in front of him.

Yes, Snape fell beside Somerville, his empty black eyes staring straight at the door, out of focus.

Severus Snape was dead.

The man who liked to laugh at him with a sarcastic smile, but was infinitely gentle was dead.

John staggered into the room, gasping for breath in pain, the suffocation surrounding him.

Even if he knew it was fake, it was just Severus and him playing, he couldn't help himself.

He knelt down in front of the black figure, his hands trembling, but he had to hug another body.An indescribable sense of powerlessness and despair filled my heart.

John cried silently and hugged Somerville in his arms.He knew he couldn't even look in that direction now.

Snape looked at John's desperate expression on the verge of collapse, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.But he couldn't move yet, he had to wait a little longer—

"Ka!" Yates yelled suddenly, "Perfect! John, you played so beautifully!"

The sad atmosphere at the scene was terminated, and the staff buzzed with praise.Yates stood up with a smile.

Somerville also stood up from John's arms and said with red eyes:

"Your acting was so—oh, God! How are you, John?"

She was startled, and saw John's face was full of tears, his fists were clenched tightly, and he was trying to restrain his expression.

Snape pressed John's shoulder immediately, and said solemnly, "Go back to the lounge, immediately."

——John saw his expression just now, as if he wanted to ignore him and hug him directly, and he didn't want to care about the reaction of others seeing this scene at all.

Snape's sanity is still there, so he can still enlighten John.

Yates watched John stand up straight, stumbled towards the lounge, stopped the person who was going to ask questions, and said, "Let him slow down for a while. The emotion in the scene is too deep, and I can't come out for the time being."

The moment the lounge door closed, Snape immediately solidified his body.John rushed over and hugged him tightly.His arms clamped tightly around Snape's body, as if trying to melt him into his body.

"It's over." Snape comforted in a low voice, "It's all fake."

John bit his lower lip restrainedly, as if trying to fight someone.He didn't realize that he was still crying, but he just hugged his most familiar body tightly, shaking uncontrollably.

"I know—" he said hoarsely after a long while.

"I'm just scared. I can't help being scared—when I saw you fall in front of me with empty eyes—"

Snape's lips moved, and his expression suddenly became severe: "I regret it, and then you have to act on your own."

John nodded: "I regret it too... I'd rather get stuck than watch you die again. If it wasn't for my bad acting skills... I wouldn't use the method just now."

"You finally realized." Snape smirked. "Sober now? Will that loosen your poor Professor's - waist?"

Only then did John realize that he had almost wrapped Snape in his arms, in a very uncomfortable position.

John quickly let go of him embarrassingly.