"Oh no!" Someone yelled from the staff room. "It can't be! I don't think I could handle it!" Severus Snape stuck his greasy black head in to the room and found to his utter most surprise that Professor Mcgonagall was bent over the desk, her back heaving with dry sobs.
"What is going on here?" He demanded, striding into the room. She looked up, her normally tight bun loose and in disarray, her square spectacles falling down the bridge of her nose. She drew herself up, refusing to be weak in front of him.
"It's nothing Professor Snape. Nothing," She drew herself up and returned to where she was writing Hogwarts acceptance letters.
"I see," He said cooly as he tried to peek over her shoulder. She whipped around and stared at him with the peevishness of a cat. Then a small smile creeped on to her lips; a smile that, as ashamed as he was to admit it, made Snape nervous.
"Well, I guess I should tell you since there is a good chance they will be your problem."
"They?" He raised a eyebrow. "Who's they?"
"Fred and George Weasley." She took great delight in seeing the color drain from Snape's face. "Remember Bill and Charlie? Molly has already sent her condolences to the school."
"T-t-they're coming? This year?" She nodded gravely indicating a long list on her desk. He peered at it closer and in small handwriting was Fred and George Weasley.
"So?" He said, remembering suddenly with great relief. "As I recall the entire Weasley family has been in your house."
"Yes, but their track record is one of a rather extensive and troubling nature and I see that has being more of the attitude of your house Professor Snape."
He gulped.
"Fine! We'll throw for it! Whoever loses as to go to the Hat and make him put those nuisances in their house!"
"Fine! Wand-parchment -ink!" She twirled her wand and down fluttered parchment, while at the same time, Snape twirled his wand and a bottle of ink crashed to the floor. Smirking, he said,
"I win." Grumbling, Professor Mcgonagall headed toward the Head Masters office
