Title- Spirit Stories
Author- Claire C. Griffon
Summary- A sereis of drabbles that feature Bob before Harry had him (and before a name) and a certain...teacher from a certain...school...
Discalimer- Jim Butcher owns the Dresden Files. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I'm just borrowing for a bit.
MERLIN HELP ME!!!
"You know that essence of mirkweed will work better than that powdered wormwood you're using now," drawled a voice from above him.
Severus Snape, the current Potion's Master at Hogwarts, shot a withering glare at the bleached human skull sitting on a shelf above his head. "I took you as a favor to Dumbledore, who took you as a favor to Justin until he's back from vacation. I did not, however, take you for an critism you might have of me."
"You get that service free," the skull responded.
"Silence, air spirit!" Snape yelled at him "I've been doing this all my life. I know what I'm doing!"
"Fine. I'll be up here if you need me." The skull sighed theatrically. "Saying nothing unless you need me."
"Good," spat out the Potion's Master. "And as I won't be needing your help, you will remain silent!." With that, Snape returned to the potion that was bubbeling in the cauldron before him. He muttered to himself as he finished putting in the rest of the ingredients and stirred it up.
"Lonely. So lonely. So lonely...on my own," the air spirit sang out from his skull.
"Would you stop that?" Snape said, gritting his teeth together in a effort to keep from uttering a spell that would end the existence of the annoying spirit of knowledge. "You said you wouldn't talk!"
"Never said anything about singing!" he sang out as an out of tune opera star.
"Merlin, help me," Snape muttered, sinking into his chair beside his bed.
"I know the Merlin," the spirit said thoughtfully. "I didn't think he was big on helping people..."
With a snarl, snape stalked out of the room, robes swirling behind him. "Dumbledore!" he yelled out as the door slammed shut behind him.
The spirit within the skull grinned as his orange eyes dimmed and he finally took the nap he had been wanting for the past two hours.