Snape and the Funkilious Pimp Hat
Notes: Remember when I said the comic was to promote my fics? Well, I wasn't joking. That, coupled with the fact I want to move on to something else, is why I decided to write this.
"Oh." Dumbledore turned back to the girls. "How long has he been doing that?"
Willow glanced at a watch on her wrist and answered nonchalantly, "Three weeks."
"And you didn't think to tell anyone?"
"Oh yeah."
"We probably should have."
"Oh well." They said together, barely moving enough to properly shrug.
Dumbledore walked up to boogieing professor, careful to stay out of the weird psychedelic aura that surrounded him, and studied him. "Stand back, girls." He said more for dramatic effect than concern for their safety as the two were already a health distance away and showed no signs of having any intention of moving.
Ever.
Dumbledore steadied himself and shook the tension out of his fingers. He took two large even breaths and he was ready. Waiting for just the right moment, he stood there. And then...
He smacked the hat off of Snape's head.
Willow and Vanessa would have clapped, but that would required moving and they had yet to work up the energy for that. Instead, they settled for deep breathed sigh that sounded a lot like a "Hm."
The hat landed almost anticlimactically on the ground without a sound, because, well, it was rather light hat. And have you dropped a hat on the ground? They don't make a lot of noise.
Instantly, the colors surrounding him disappeared and his robes returned to their usual black. Snape straighten up and resumed his usual demeanor. Which was quite a feat as he had been groovin' for two weeks.
He expressed a curt , "Thank you," to the headmaster.
Then, he rounded on the girls. "As for the two of you. Detention. This weekend."
"Okay."
"Yeah, that sounds fair."
He pointed to the hat. "And burn that."
"Okay." Willow repeated, leading one to question whether or not she had actually been listening.
"We'll get right on that." Yet neither of them moved. They simply continued to stare off into space.
"Aren't you worried about them?"
Snape turned around as if he was about to say something biting, perhaps about their eccentricities or stupidity, but instead sighed. "I'm... I'm too tired to be sarcastic right now." Before leaving the room, he called out, "I'm turning off the lights."
"Okay."
And then it was dark.
"Hey, Will."
"Yeah, Ness?"
"... I forgot."
"Sucks."
"Yeah."
The End
Normally, I don't put in a 'the end'. Sounds too storybook-ish, but I had too. 'Cuz otherwise this could have gone on forever.
For the original draft of this, simply cut out everything that isn't dialogue and there you go.