Hair
Chapter one- a new decree.
The note was published in the four common rooms shortly after the weekend started. It was delivered to every one of the teachers by a brown owl, a ministry one. Snape had just finished grading the dunderheads essays when it landed at his desk. He removed the note and the owl had immediately flew from the window it had just entered only a second ago.
To Mr. Severus Snape, Dow to a decision made by Jonathan Pierce, the new head of the education department, all male teachers and students will now have to shorten their hair into a proper size (a sketch is attached). The decree will be in order starting Monday morning.
The head of the education department, Jonathan Pierce.
He read the letter again, and again. He had not shortened his hair since he had started school. This must be a joke! Maybe Albus is up to something or one of the students want to laugh at his expense. He looked at the clock hanged on the wall in front of him. Four o'clock, just the time to go to the headmaster and seal the whole thing up.
He reached the gargoyle and it opened immediately, without even hearing the password.
"You don't know how to cover your tracks Albus, I am up to you now." He murmured to himself in insurance.
He was surprised to find that Flitwick and Hagrid were also there, shouting at the headmaster.
"This is outrageous! How can you even consider this silly rule?" yelled Flitwick. "I hadn't cut my hair into a short size since I was a." a short pause. "I never cut my hair! Is this supposed to help us teach?"
"Now professors, there is no need to shout." The always-calm headmaster. "We all just want the best for the children. It is just to show them an example. I am sure the rule will be out of order soon."
He decided that it is time to make them aware of his presence. "If I may say something headmaster?" the three heads turned to look at him. "And what are you going to do about the new rule? I must say that your hair
is longer than the rest of us." The wonders of psychology.
"Ha Severus, I knew you would come soon. Well, I am after all the headmaster. The rules don't imply on me.
This made him steer a little. "I bag you pardon?"
"I will not shorten my hair Severus, because the rule only apply on the teachers and students. The headmaster has no obligation to take an active part in the. hair thing. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
The famous trick of Dumbledore. Oh no, this will not distract him. "So what you are saying is that the rules don't imply on the headmaster!" You could clearly hear the tone rising in that sentence.
"Hush Severus, I'm sure that it won't be that bad. After all, its just hair."
"J- Just hair!!!!!????? Albus, if the murder of you would not send me strait into Azkaban, you were already dead." The other two staff members were nodding in agreement behind his back.
"Look, I am sure that this all thing is very upsetting for you all." The headmaster said. "But since it is an official order from the ministry, there is nothing I can do. It's not like I can just not follow their orders."
"You did it before." Flitwick said.
"More than once." Hagrid added.
"In front of the minister himself." Snape joined.
"Oh, those few little things. This was a long time ago, no chance you'll see me doing this again." He defended.
"You- you did it last summer!"
"Oh well, but it was for something important." He said, and before any of them could add anything else, he had already pushed them outside of his office.
It was a bad dream. All he had to do was to pinch himself and everything is going to be ok. He paced around in his quarters for search of some old photographs of himself. He found some, in all he had the length he kept now.
Well, it was or that or to quit. And he certainly didn't think about that. "Scissors, Where the hell can I find scissors in here?" he mumbled.
"Now, Severus. You don't seriously think that you can cut yourself alone, do you?" Hooch, defiantly her.
The only person who is crazy enough to walk into his rooms without knocking
first. Well, she and Albus.
"I can do it perfectly fine myself." He sneered at her.
"Come on Severus, don't be such an ass. I am only trying to help."
"They should have ordered the girls to longer their hair also." He said.
"That way I could have seen you shouting at Dumbaldore too."
"Tough luck. Now bend over."
"Sorry?" he finally looked at her.
"Who would have thought that our potion master has such a filthy had." She snickered. "Both meanings of course. Now come here."
He suddenly felt like running. "Hmmm, you know maybe later. I am just so busy right now."
"I feel that I must remind you professors, that I played quidditch in my good days. So come here, before I will have to grab you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----
What the hell had he thought? How could he possibly bit Hooch? The woman was large pile of muscles for god's sake. So here how it went. He ran away from her and locked himself in the bedroom. She broke the door and pinned him to the nearest chair. A few seconds later, and he had a creepy mushroom on his had. Or so he called it.
"No Severus, it is not that bad. The haircut is fine, don't make from it such a big deal."
"You are a very sick person Hooch. I should talk with Albus about putting you in St. Mungo, for good!" he retorted.
"Maybe if I will call Minerva she will tell you her opinion too. Than you will not feel so frightened."
"I am not afraid."
"Big Snapey is afraid of the big bad wolf." Hooch said with a childish tone. "Shell we get Sevy his blanky?"
"Out Hooch, now! Or you will not see daylight ever again." He spat.
"Is that a treat?" she mocked.
"No, that's a promise. Now get out!"
Chapter one- a new decree.
The note was published in the four common rooms shortly after the weekend started. It was delivered to every one of the teachers by a brown owl, a ministry one. Snape had just finished grading the dunderheads essays when it landed at his desk. He removed the note and the owl had immediately flew from the window it had just entered only a second ago.
To Mr. Severus Snape, Dow to a decision made by Jonathan Pierce, the new head of the education department, all male teachers and students will now have to shorten their hair into a proper size (a sketch is attached). The decree will be in order starting Monday morning.
The head of the education department, Jonathan Pierce.
He read the letter again, and again. He had not shortened his hair since he had started school. This must be a joke! Maybe Albus is up to something or one of the students want to laugh at his expense. He looked at the clock hanged on the wall in front of him. Four o'clock, just the time to go to the headmaster and seal the whole thing up.
He reached the gargoyle and it opened immediately, without even hearing the password.
"You don't know how to cover your tracks Albus, I am up to you now." He murmured to himself in insurance.
He was surprised to find that Flitwick and Hagrid were also there, shouting at the headmaster.
"This is outrageous! How can you even consider this silly rule?" yelled Flitwick. "I hadn't cut my hair into a short size since I was a." a short pause. "I never cut my hair! Is this supposed to help us teach?"
"Now professors, there is no need to shout." The always-calm headmaster. "We all just want the best for the children. It is just to show them an example. I am sure the rule will be out of order soon."
He decided that it is time to make them aware of his presence. "If I may say something headmaster?" the three heads turned to look at him. "And what are you going to do about the new rule? I must say that your hair
is longer than the rest of us." The wonders of psychology.
"Ha Severus, I knew you would come soon. Well, I am after all the headmaster. The rules don't imply on me.
This made him steer a little. "I bag you pardon?"
"I will not shorten my hair Severus, because the rule only apply on the teachers and students. The headmaster has no obligation to take an active part in the. hair thing. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
The famous trick of Dumbledore. Oh no, this will not distract him. "So what you are saying is that the rules don't imply on the headmaster!" You could clearly hear the tone rising in that sentence.
"Hush Severus, I'm sure that it won't be that bad. After all, its just hair."
"J- Just hair!!!!!????? Albus, if the murder of you would not send me strait into Azkaban, you were already dead." The other two staff members were nodding in agreement behind his back.
"Look, I am sure that this all thing is very upsetting for you all." The headmaster said. "But since it is an official order from the ministry, there is nothing I can do. It's not like I can just not follow their orders."
"You did it before." Flitwick said.
"More than once." Hagrid added.
"In front of the minister himself." Snape joined.
"Oh, those few little things. This was a long time ago, no chance you'll see me doing this again." He defended.
"You- you did it last summer!"
"Oh well, but it was for something important." He said, and before any of them could add anything else, he had already pushed them outside of his office.
It was a bad dream. All he had to do was to pinch himself and everything is going to be ok. He paced around in his quarters for search of some old photographs of himself. He found some, in all he had the length he kept now.
Well, it was or that or to quit. And he certainly didn't think about that. "Scissors, Where the hell can I find scissors in here?" he mumbled.
"Now, Severus. You don't seriously think that you can cut yourself alone, do you?" Hooch, defiantly her.
The only person who is crazy enough to walk into his rooms without knocking
first. Well, she and Albus.
"I can do it perfectly fine myself." He sneered at her.
"Come on Severus, don't be such an ass. I am only trying to help."
"They should have ordered the girls to longer their hair also." He said.
"That way I could have seen you shouting at Dumbaldore too."
"Tough luck. Now bend over."
"Sorry?" he finally looked at her.
"Who would have thought that our potion master has such a filthy had." She snickered. "Both meanings of course. Now come here."
He suddenly felt like running. "Hmmm, you know maybe later. I am just so busy right now."
"I feel that I must remind you professors, that I played quidditch in my good days. So come here, before I will have to grab you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----
What the hell had he thought? How could he possibly bit Hooch? The woman was large pile of muscles for god's sake. So here how it went. He ran away from her and locked himself in the bedroom. She broke the door and pinned him to the nearest chair. A few seconds later, and he had a creepy mushroom on his had. Or so he called it.
"No Severus, it is not that bad. The haircut is fine, don't make from it such a big deal."
"You are a very sick person Hooch. I should talk with Albus about putting you in St. Mungo, for good!" he retorted.
"Maybe if I will call Minerva she will tell you her opinion too. Than you will not feel so frightened."
"I am not afraid."
"Big Snapey is afraid of the big bad wolf." Hooch said with a childish tone. "Shell we get Sevy his blanky?"
"Out Hooch, now! Or you will not see daylight ever again." He spat.
"Is that a treat?" she mocked.
"No, that's a promise. Now get out!"