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Ack No Title Yet
Chapter 3: We're Going WHERE?
by Adele Elisabeth
"I don't like this." Gom grumbled.
Severus almost snarled his reply. "It's for their safety, you stupid owl."
More than a little unnerved (and, well, frightened for -his- safety), Gom retreated into the hated cage, and nudged it's door shut.
"That may just be the first intelligent thing you've ever done." Severus commented without looking up.
Gom muttered darkly under his breath.
Draco ran a hand through his pale hair, and sighed. He felt like an outcast in a place he once ruled - the Slytherin Common Room.
Dumbledore had never seen fit to punish the child for the crimes of the parent, but here, Draco felt it might be more than a little appropriate. They seemed pretty damn criminal to him. However, idle talk was not incriminating (enough), and he was exhausted.
Why had it been different yesterday?
Oh.
Morag had been there, yesterday. She'd been there to make him laugh when she thought he was getting to 'all Mister Gloom 'n' Doom' as she put it, there to cuddle up and tell him naughty jokes that she really wasn't supposed to know, or get, there to just be herself, a pleasant distraction from what he was trying so hard not to think about.
Her petite, slender form fitted just right in his arms, and he'd found, to his surprise, that none of his thoughts of the future didn't have her in them. She'd just...come into his life and made herself at home. And he really didn't mind.
He wished she could be there now...
And actually, she was wishing just that very same thing.
"We're going -where-?" Morag demanded incredulously.
"New Zealand." Morganna repeated. "There aren't any Death Eaters there, and it's the last place Voldemort would think to look. You can stop looking like I just killed your owl, thank you very much young lady."
"Where in New Zealand?" Morag asked sulkily.
"We'll start in Wellington, but Lang's wife had relations in Dunedin. We'll probably stay with them."
"We're going to have to muggle-ify ourselves, hmmm?"
"Indeed."
"Well, this sucks."
"Morag Lillith Snape."
"Sorry, Mum."
"Pack what you absolutely must. Anything else, we can buy when we get there." Morganna instructed her pouty daughter. "We're leaving in two hours."
When Morganna had left the room, Morag rolled her eyes, and muttered, "It so sucks to be me."
Harry and Hermione sat in Potions, thinking that same thing.
The gentler side of Professor Snape that had - reluctantly - emerged (from time to time, around his wife) during the summer had given them hope, but...alas. 'Twas a lost cause from the beginning.
Professor Snape was, if anything, more...Snape-esque.
Well, that might have had something to do with his wife and daughter in a foreign country, miles and miles away from him. Out of sight, but never, ever, out of mind.
"Professor?" Hermione put up her hand.
"Yes, Ms Granger?" Snape braced himself for one of her insufferably know-it-all observations. By god, if one more person asked if he was all right, he would not be held responsible for his actions...
"Are you feeling all right?"
"Ms Granger," he snapped, near breaking point, "You will in future mind your own business. It is not appropriate for you to ask personal questions of your teachers."
To everyone's surprise, he did not take points.
***
Felt guilty for not updating sooner, so polished off this chapter. It's small, I know, forgive me? You know you love me.
**grins and laughs**
Morag: [walks up] Her writing sucks, right?
Me: Hey! What the hell was that for?
Morag: Duh! You put me on the other side of the frickin' planet from Draco! You are such a bitch.
Me: **smirks**
Morag: [glares, and waves wand menacingly] [does a patented Snape Evil-Death-Glare]
Me: Oooh, I'm so scared. **pretends to be scared**
Morag: [looks confused] But it works on everyone else...
Me: You forget, missy. -I- know Snape's not your real father.
Morag: [snaps her fingers] Damn. [brightens] Can you by any chance...I don't know, go back and change that? So that he is?
Me: Haven't you read 'Wishful Thinking'?
Morag: Yeah, but it sucked.
Me: You may have a point.
Morag: Ever going to do that one you had an idea for - the one where two alternate realities crossover and the Morgannas meet, my Mum, and the other one, who happens to be married to Sirius Black and was a Gryffindor?
Me: Hey! You aren't supposed to tell them about that! **protests**
Morag: Nyah, nyah, nyah. Where's Draco? Teasing the author is boring.
Draco: [walks up behind Morag, and whispers something in her ear]
Morag: [giggles wickedly]
[Morag and Draco exit]
Me: Characters. Pfft.
Morganna: [appears, and pats Adele on the shoulder] Poor dear. Have a cup of tea.
Me: **brightens** Two sugars?
Morganna: Of course.
[fades to black]
[brightens up again]
Me: You can review now, folks.
Morganna: I think they know that.
Me: Never can tell. **eyes readers suspiciously**
Morganna: [looks firmly at Adele, and flicks a switch]
[it fades to black. again]
[brigh--no. Morganna's at the switch again]
Ack No Title Yet
Chapter 3: We're Going WHERE?
by Adele Elisabeth
"I don't like this." Gom grumbled.
Severus almost snarled his reply. "It's for their safety, you stupid owl."
More than a little unnerved (and, well, frightened for -his- safety), Gom retreated into the hated cage, and nudged it's door shut.
"That may just be the first intelligent thing you've ever done." Severus commented without looking up.
Gom muttered darkly under his breath.
Draco ran a hand through his pale hair, and sighed. He felt like an outcast in a place he once ruled - the Slytherin Common Room.
Dumbledore had never seen fit to punish the child for the crimes of the parent, but here, Draco felt it might be more than a little appropriate. They seemed pretty damn criminal to him. However, idle talk was not incriminating (enough), and he was exhausted.
Why had it been different yesterday?
Oh.
Morag had been there, yesterday. She'd been there to make him laugh when she thought he was getting to 'all Mister Gloom 'n' Doom' as she put it, there to cuddle up and tell him naughty jokes that she really wasn't supposed to know, or get, there to just be herself, a pleasant distraction from what he was trying so hard not to think about.
Her petite, slender form fitted just right in his arms, and he'd found, to his surprise, that none of his thoughts of the future didn't have her in them. She'd just...come into his life and made herself at home. And he really didn't mind.
He wished she could be there now...
And actually, she was wishing just that very same thing.
"We're going -where-?" Morag demanded incredulously.
"New Zealand." Morganna repeated. "There aren't any Death Eaters there, and it's the last place Voldemort would think to look. You can stop looking like I just killed your owl, thank you very much young lady."
"Where in New Zealand?" Morag asked sulkily.
"We'll start in Wellington, but Lang's wife had relations in Dunedin. We'll probably stay with them."
"We're going to have to muggle-ify ourselves, hmmm?"
"Indeed."
"Well, this sucks."
"Morag Lillith Snape."
"Sorry, Mum."
"Pack what you absolutely must. Anything else, we can buy when we get there." Morganna instructed her pouty daughter. "We're leaving in two hours."
When Morganna had left the room, Morag rolled her eyes, and muttered, "It so sucks to be me."
Harry and Hermione sat in Potions, thinking that same thing.
The gentler side of Professor Snape that had - reluctantly - emerged (from time to time, around his wife) during the summer had given them hope, but...alas. 'Twas a lost cause from the beginning.
Professor Snape was, if anything, more...Snape-esque.
Well, that might have had something to do with his wife and daughter in a foreign country, miles and miles away from him. Out of sight, but never, ever, out of mind.
"Professor?" Hermione put up her hand.
"Yes, Ms Granger?" Snape braced himself for one of her insufferably know-it-all observations. By god, if one more person asked if he was all right, he would not be held responsible for his actions...
"Are you feeling all right?"
"Ms Granger," he snapped, near breaking point, "You will in future mind your own business. It is not appropriate for you to ask personal questions of your teachers."
To everyone's surprise, he did not take points.
***
Felt guilty for not updating sooner, so polished off this chapter. It's small, I know, forgive me? You know you love me.
**grins and laughs**
Morag: [walks up] Her writing sucks, right?
Me: Hey! What the hell was that for?
Morag: Duh! You put me on the other side of the frickin' planet from Draco! You are such a bitch.
Me: **smirks**
Morag: [glares, and waves wand menacingly] [does a patented Snape Evil-Death-Glare]
Me: Oooh, I'm so scared. **pretends to be scared**
Morag: [looks confused] But it works on everyone else...
Me: You forget, missy. -I- know Snape's not your real father.
Morag: [snaps her fingers] Damn. [brightens] Can you by any chance...I don't know, go back and change that? So that he is?
Me: Haven't you read 'Wishful Thinking'?
Morag: Yeah, but it sucked.
Me: You may have a point.
Morag: Ever going to do that one you had an idea for - the one where two alternate realities crossover and the Morgannas meet, my Mum, and the other one, who happens to be married to Sirius Black and was a Gryffindor?
Me: Hey! You aren't supposed to tell them about that! **protests**
Morag: Nyah, nyah, nyah. Where's Draco? Teasing the author is boring.
Draco: [walks up behind Morag, and whispers something in her ear]
Morag: [giggles wickedly]
[Morag and Draco exit]
Me: Characters. Pfft.
Morganna: [appears, and pats Adele on the shoulder] Poor dear. Have a cup of tea.
Me: **brightens** Two sugars?
Morganna: Of course.
[fades to black]
[brightens up again]
Me: You can review now, folks.
Morganna: I think they know that.
Me: Never can tell. **eyes readers suspiciously**
Morganna: [looks firmly at Adele, and flicks a switch]
[it fades to black. again]
[brigh--no. Morganna's at the switch again]