[Please note that Prof. Snape, Dumbledore and other bootylicious people are
property of J.K. Rawling. Sarah Noble is property of herself. Fan fiction
is dumb. Don't read it.]
"Severus Snape Caters a Party for One Hundred and Forty-Seven People" by Sarah Noble
"Severus, I've got a bit of a dilemma," Professor Dumbledore said slowly. "I need you to cater a party for 147 people."
"Damn," Snape swore. "Then I'm going to need at least six or seven more cheese trays."
Dumbledore stared.
"I wasn't aware you owned any cheese trays," he said finally.
"Oh yeah," Snape gestured casually. You'd think you would never use them, but once you actually own one...well, uses just start popping up like hay fever attacks in Nebraska."
Dumbledore cleared his throat awkwardly.
"You're fired, Snape," he said.
"Severus Snape Caters a Party for One Hundred and Forty-Seven People" by Sarah Noble
"Severus, I've got a bit of a dilemma," Professor Dumbledore said slowly. "I need you to cater a party for 147 people."
"Damn," Snape swore. "Then I'm going to need at least six or seven more cheese trays."
Dumbledore stared.
"I wasn't aware you owned any cheese trays," he said finally.
"Oh yeah," Snape gestured casually. You'd think you would never use them, but once you actually own one...well, uses just start popping up like hay fever attacks in Nebraska."
Dumbledore cleared his throat awkwardly.
"You're fired, Snape," he said.