"Honestly, Lupin, why did you have to tell the boy to imagine me in a dress?"
Professor Snape's angry voice caught my attention as I was on my way to the Gryffindor Common Room. I froze, pausing to listen.
Professor Lupin's voice, though hoarse was strong with conviction, as he replied, "Severus, it was merely to make Mr. Longbottom laugh…"
"At my expense! Really…"
"Severus, it was for educational purposes only. As a fellow educator, you can understand…"
"Understand what? Your perverse sense of humor? Tell me, did you enjoy the sight of me in a dress? Did it fulfill some sick fantasy of yours?"
Lupin was silent for a moment, as was Snape. However, I could hear heated, angry breathing, surely from the Potions Master.
"Green is very becoming on you," Lupin said softly. "It makes your eyes pop."
"Go on…" Snape said, sounding calmer.
"And the fox-fur scarf was a really nice accessory for you. They're totally in." Lupin's voice was low, and persuasive.
"Hmm… Did it make me look fat?"
"No! Not at all! It was very form-fitting," Lupin said. "I think you looked rather dashing."
What I assumed to be Snape's voice dropped to a suave sounding purr, "You think so?"
I ran straight to the Common Room, not wanting to hear any more of that conversation. But, all night, I was troubled with visions of Snape in a form-fitting green dress and a fox-fur scarf.