Mood: Incredibly Uncomfortable
Featured Character (Besides Snape): Professor Albus Dumbledore
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Author's Note: OK, so this is my first ever challenge. I'm not going to enter it, but I'm just trying it out. This is a Snape fanfic challenge in memoriam of Alan Rickman, who died a few weeks ago. Basically, you had to randomly choose two numbers between one and thirty. One number is a mood, and the other is a character. The challenge is to make Snape feel whatever mood that the number was, and the character that the number was has to be included in the fanfic. Wow, I'm bad at explaining, LOL! You can PM me if you want more info on this. This challenge ends soon though.
Severus Snape was in a foul mood as he stalked past the gargoyle and swept up the spiral staircase. Dumbledore had an uncanny ability to summon him at the most inappropriate times, especially during the wee hours of the morning.
Snape's mood darkened even further when he spotted Dumbledore sitting at his desk, looking perfectly alert and chipper, sucking on a lemon drop. "Hello Severus!" "Headmaster." "Would you like a lemon drop?" "No, Albus. My answer will always be no." "I must insist, my dear boy. Take a lemon drop. Take one of my precious babies." Severus shifted slightly in his seat. Dumbledore was acting extremely odd.
"No." "Severus!" Dumbledore all but thrust the bag of sweets unto Snape's face. "Eat one." Severus was now feeling distinctly uncomfortable as he leaned backwards. "Albus?" Was the Headmaster under the influence of alcohol? Or perhaps someone was impersonating him using Polyjuice Potion?
"What did you summon me here for?" Dumbledore looked positively mad as his blue eyes shone. "I won't tell you until you take a lemon drop." He shook the bag rather aggressively in Snape's face. Snape took a lemon drop, curses and spells be damned. Dumbledore was acting most disconcertingly.
"OK, now what?" Snape asked irritably. "Eat it." "Pardon?" "Eat. It." Snape put the blasted yellow sweet near his mouth and then pretended to eat it, casting a nonverbal vanishing charm on the stupid thing. He breathed a sigh of relief as Dumbledore beamed. "Another one!" His relief quickly faded.
"No." "Please? I insist! Come on, Harry took three!" "I don't care how many blasted sweets Potter took!" Snape snarled. "Now, I'm going to go and get more sleep if you aren't going to do anything but offer me your candy."
Snape turned to leave. He was stopped by Dumbledore pointing a wand at him. Snape felt his heart speed up. "Accio lemon drop," he said, and the sour candy zoomed right out of Dumbledore's hand into his own.
"There." Dumbledore looked ecstatic. "Yay!" Snape sighed and pretended to eat the candy. He turned to wrench the door open, and was stopped by Dumbledore. Snape, now feeling incredibly uncomfortable, hurriedly reached for the door.
"Oh, Severus? One last thing." Snape reluctantly turned. "April Fools!" Dumbledore yelled like a madman. Well, the old coot had officially gone senile, Snape thought angrily. "You mean to tell me that you woke me up at one in the morning because of an April Fool's prank?" He half-shouted.
"Yes! Isn't it lovely? Lemon drop?" Dumbledore held out the bag of sweets, and Snape turned on his heel, nearly fell over in his haste, and hurried out of the office, the door slamming behind him.