AN: This is the result of a conversation between pumpkinjuice21 and me. By the way, read her stuff. Anyway, we were having a conversation about how Snape, and others, might feel about the way they're sometimes written and I got this clear, little picture in my mind. I don't really write much Snape but... oh well lol. I'm dedicating this to my Sensei.

As it were, I don't own anything that J.K. owns. Any similarities between the frightened muggle and yours truly and fucking intentional... duh. :D lol


Tisha blinked away the sleep in her eyes as she stared at the bright computer screen. She sighed and cracked her neck as she reread the last few lines she'd typed before opening her browser window and opening her favorite fan fiction site. She uploaded and posted the update and flipped off the light, preparing to head to bed when she heard a soft pop. She turned abruptly to see Severus Snape glaring at her, hands on his hips.

"Sn- uh... what the hell?" she gaped, brows furrowed. Severus huffed, pointing his wand at the computer. Tisha jumped back as a pop and fizzle erupted from inside. Smoke streamed from the CD drives as she gaped at him. "What did you do that for?" she squeaked, staring at the wand as she anticipated him turning it on her.

"I would appreciate, 'Lillith Nocturne', if you would refrain from spewing such slanderous drivel into this muggle interweb." Snape scathed. Tisha's jaw dropped. "You'd do well to keep your nose out of my life." he warned, "However, if you find that impossible, it will not be one of your contraptions that spontaneously combusts next time."

"That's probably the muggle equivalent to 'ten points from Gryffindor', isn't it?" she asked bravely. A smirk barely tugged at Severus's lips.

"There is absolutely nothing that makes me as happy as taking points from Gryffindor." Severus replied quietly, turning on the spot and disapparating. Tisha gaped at the empty air that a 'fictional character' had just occupied and shook her head rapidly. She turned to her computer and stared at the still slightly smoking remains.

"Mom is going to kill me." she whined quietly, flipping off the light and sighing. "I hate you, Severus Snape."