AN: So, these are getting increasingly inane. They're the result of me writing notes to my best friends last year in Chem class, trying to make it through days of boring notes. As a result, they include things that I really have no explanation for. It's just random spillover from my brain that I'm posting to the world.
Severus Snape was not pleased.
This could have been the result of his generally unpleasant nature, his persistantly greasy hair, or the large amount of baby vomit on his left boot.
The real reason was far more sinister.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY DAYCARE IS BEING SHUT DOWN?!"
This impassioned cry reverberated through Hogwarts, causing many students to look at each other questioningly.
"Severus, I'm sorry, but it is just not acceptable for you to be running a daycare center in the castle basments. For one, I hired you to be my potions master, and you still have classes to teach. But also, children need sunlight and air to flourish and grow properly.
"They're children, not bloody plants, Albus. They're "flourishing" just fine, thank you very much. I don't understand why you're getting your knickers in such a twist over such a little thing like..."
A light daned in Snape's eyes, and he glared, and then spat accusingly at his employer,
"YOU'RE JUST MAD BECAUSE THEY CALLED YOU A DUNDERHEAD WHEN YOU TRIED TO PLAY PATTY CAKE WITH THEM! THIS IS TYRANY, ALBUS, AND I WON'T STAND FOR IT!"
With that, Snape whirled and stalked off to the dungeons, where, if one listened closely, the bright sound of children laughing could be heard.