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Don't Ask

"Humph… what has that boy been doing? I don't understand it, he's been locked up in his room all afternoon," she grumbled, walking toward her son's room.

"Hermione, dear, I'd leave him alone if I were you. He is, after all, a teenage boy."

"I don't care what he is; I want to know what he's doing."

"Octavius," she said, knocking on the door. "Octavius Severus Snape, answer your mother right now!"

"What, MUM!" he replied huskily.

"What are you doing?"

"Umm… just polishing my wand."

She stepped back from the door as her husband chuckled. "I told you so."

AN: This is my contribution to the Polishing your wand/broomstick and the I told you so challenges over at grangersnape100 on LJ. Thanks Lux for all your help!