Disclaimer: I own nothing of the HP world except six copies of the books and a broken Hufflepuff pencil that I found on the floor.
A/N: Just a short little drabble thing I've had since forever. (And look, it's got Snape in it.)
Mud. There was nothing glamorous about it, nothing special or cool. It was just dirt with water mixed in which children used to play in and wallow around like disgusting little pigs.
Snape never had a fondness for mud, didn't really give it a passing thought other than it was a nuisance that would occasionally dare to stain his clothing. He never wondered what it felt like to play in it. He never wondered about the color or the texture of it. And he never imagined what it would taste like.
Now he knew exactly what it tasted like. Mud. And he must say he wasn't fond of the flavor. He thought it must be an acquired taste.
"Aw man, James! Did you see that?" Sirius laughed pointing at the fallen boy who was attempting to retain some dignity as he struggled out of the mud hole Sirius had conjured. "I thought it was priceless when he fell in the first time! But the second time!" Sirius laughed jabbing his equaling laughing friend James.
"I can't believe he tripped over his own feet," James began.
"And landed face first right back in it!" Sirius finished, leaning on his broomstick for support as his knees threatened to buckle. "Right on his beak!"
Snape scowled but didn't say anything as he finally managed to pull his leg out of the mud with a loud sucking pop. One of these days he was going to get them good, he fumed stalking past the laughing duo. Right after he got the worms out of his underwear that had somehow managed to wriggle under his school robes.