A/N: so this plot bunny hit me at 2am, just as I settled into bed. I suddenly started to wonder what Snape's cape would feel like. I'm not sure who is narrating; at the very least it is a student fascinated by the robes of Severus Snape. Reviews please!
As always I am nowhere near the awesome that is JKR.
The Swirls of a Cape
Have you ever felt Snape's robes? No, not just touched, but I mean rubbed between your fingers, in an appreciative sort of manner? You know what I mean, when you actually get down on your knees, and caress the black material? I have. I did it when Snape was lecturing a student in our potions class. He was too busy yelling at the poor Hufflepuff to even notice me. Well, I leaned over and picked up a small portion of his outer bottom robes. The hem was covered in a light brown dusting, probably from areas of the floor where Filch forgot to dust, or it could have been from the places in Hogwarts that no one but Professor Snape frequents. From there I felt up, but just a little bit. The material was thick, but it didn't rub against my fingers, instead it sank into them. That part of the robe felt like silk, but not newly purchased silk. No, this silk had layers of history. History that I'm too afraid to ask about or even imagine. Maybe that's why it felt filmy. You know, like an actual role of film that has been left out too long. The top of the film is slippery and little pieces of dust vacate the top layer. But if you feel underneath, It's coarse, but not in a rough kind of way, more in a it hasn't been given a change kind of way. That's what Snape's robes felt like. I let go instantly when Snape stiffened. I could tell he was ready to turn around. And he did, although the small spaces between the desk isles were harsh to his cape. He didn't have ample to room to let his cape swirl. That made me unhappy because I wanted to see that silky black material in full action.
Unfortunately I had to wait until after dinner to see this. I caught Snape gliding, well not gliding in a happy way, more in an angry gliding way. You know, the kind of glide, where you take bigger steps than you need too because you falsely believe it will get you to your destination faster, but really, you just look weird. Yea, he was doing that. His cape was fanning out behind him. It wasn't even touching the floor. It was making this little swirly pattern, up and down, up and down, as the bottoms of his cape rippled. I wondered what would happen if part of his cape snagged on something, perhaps a nail sticking up from the floors. What would Snape do? Would he simply not care and let the cape rip? He could always repair it with magic. Or would he stop to lift his robes up, inspecting it to make sure the material was not punctured? I would hope the latter because that robe must be expensive.
My mind switched topics as Snape trailed up the stairs. This time his cape really flowed out behind him. If I imagined hard enough I could almost see a parachute form out of Snape's robes. Or maybe a sail on a boat. But not a nice sailing boat where families spend time fishing together, no, more like a pirate boat. Its overly large sails being pushed by the winds. Have you ever heard that noise before? The noise of a sail? I have. It sounds like muffled air, gossiping too quickly. And soon the noise takes over your ears, and you wonder for a moment if someone is standing right behind you. Yea, that's the noise Snape's cape makes. I want to crawl behind him and record the noise his cape makes. I'll bet I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between his cape or a flag in the wind. Either way, it would help me go to sleep and dream. And in that dream I would be Snape's cape; a cape ready to swish, or be hung up by tender hands for the evening. Although I secretly wish to be swished, because that's better than being left behind.
~Fin~