Written for Hogwarts School- career advice: Write a funny story about the Heads of Houses discussing their students after their careers meetings. Extar prompts used: word- purple, action- knocking something over. Word count, 614
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR
Minerva sat down heavily in a worn armchair by the fire.
"Career meetings?" Pomona asked sympathetically. Minerva nodded.
"As much as I love them, I don't know how some of these students are going to get through life," she worried.
"I know. For example, Susan Bones said that she wanted to become a journalist, which is all fine and good, but then Ernie Macmillan, came in and said that he wants to be a water bottle design maker," Pomona sighed.
"Seriously?" Minerva said incredulously.
"Siriusly, you mean," a new rather squeaky voice joined their conversation.
"You, Filius, are never going to drop that pun. You are even worse than Sirius himself. You must have made that pun ten times more than he has," Minerva complained.
Filius sat down, knocking over a book. He bent down to pick it up. Minerva leaned toward the table and took a ginger newt from the plate.
"You will never guess what happened when Potter said what he wanted to be."
"I don't know but I hope that the Ministry doesn't give him grief about it," Pomona said.
"Oh, Umbridge," Minerva spat the name, "was there and she was determined to thwart every attempt at speaking about his wishes to become an Auror."
"That woman is evil," Filius said, twirling his wand and allowing the sparks to fall to the ground.
"Hem, hem. Talking about me, are you?" a sickly-sweet voice interrupted. The three teachers turned to face their coworker. Pomona smiled innocently.
"Did I say something wrong, Dolores?"
"Yes, I was under the impression that we can still discuss Celestina Warbeck's horrifying singing skills. After all, she is evil to compose such ghastly songs," Minerva said, irritated.
"You're so vain, you probably think this conversation is about you," Severus butted in with his voice as greasy as his hair. Umbridge's face turned deep purple and she sniffed and marched out of the room.
Minerva started laughing and Pomona and Filius joined in.
"That was hilarious!" Pomona said.
"I hope you don't mean Umbridge," Severus sneered. Minerva thought that she could see a hint of a smile on his face, though.
"No, the fact that you, Severus Snape, made a Muggle reference to Umbridge and she had no reply because it was so true," she said. The three slowly calmed down, but it felt good to laugh. They were all so worried about Umbridge's influence and tyranny, that it was good to let go a little. Minerva glanced up at the sound of a small snort and saw Severus trying to stifle a laugh. His mouth was puckered in a furious scowl and he looked constipated.
"Laugh, Severus. No need to impersonate a brick," Pomona said, dryly.
"I am not a brick. Now excuse me, I must go deflate after my infuriating meeting with Mr. Malfoy," Severus replied.
"Wait, what happened?" Filius asked. They all wondered what Malfoy's plan would be.
Severus sneered and started to walk away, moving his fingers like a mouth. "My father will provide me all the necessary things, including advice to get me started. I'm perfectly capable of choosing my own career, my father will hear about this. Potter will be taking all the good jobs because everyone loves saint Potter." Severus paused at the door. "The kid gives me a headache." And he swished out the door in search of some students to terrorize.
The other three heads of houses grinned at each other. Minerva spoke.
"I never thought I would see the day that Severus Snape makes a muggle reference, impersonates the student that everyone believes to be his favorite, and actually shows emotion all in the time span of ten minutes."
A/N: I hope you like it. Snape is kinda OOC, but oh well. Review, please!
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