It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
By SilentG
It was a dark and stormy Night Shekostovich who inexplicably stared at the ugly, sexy, nasty, greasy Potions master with luminous, goldy-greeny eyes from her place at the High Table. Dumbledore, resplendent in chartreuse robes with cyan, adobe and goldenrod piping, twinkled merrily at Snape when he noticed him noticing her noticing him. Snape growled under his breath and with a sarcastic sigh, acknowledged that this was, in fact, yet another year. Another year to glower fiercely at the new, unknown, young, single DADA teacher; another year to sneer cruelly at the Gryffindors, another year to glint knowingly at the would-be Deatheater Slytherins he was pretending to pretend not to support too openly. Idly he wondered, while toying with the food he was too full of self-hatred and remorse to eat, what exactly had happened to Miss – er – Professor Shekostovich to make her so attractive a prospective teacher to Dumbledore that he had taken such pains to lure her from her eight-year self-imposed exile on her family seat on a small, rugged, inhospitable island near Stornoway. And, he mused thoughtfully, if she was so good at the Dark Arts, why had he never heard of her before? And where did she go to school? He saw her rubbing her left arm, and his beetle-black, onyx pools of eyes narrowed in suspicion, noticing unwillingly the pleasing curve of her milky-white throat.
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