Disclaimer and A/N: Characters and recognized places come from JK Rowling's Harry Potter series and etcetera..other characters created by me; I apologize for any cause of wincing. Comments/criticism welcome, this is not my first try at a fanfic but rather the first I have attempted for Harry Potter. This would be set in the time of the 5th book..any similarities to other fanfics or etcetera are coincidental and not on purpose unless otherwise said. The title of this fanfic may just as well be random. -_0
GLAZED DOUGHNUTS:
(Glazed for Added Sweetness)
-1/Happy Holidays & Ruination-
The streets of London were exceedingly cold, wet, partly icy and glazed with snow — Snape shook his head, trying to get the weather forecasts out of his mind as well as the glazed doughnut he had been forced to eat for breakfast. "The sooner I get back to Hogwarts, the better," he muttered to himself, perusing his mental list of places to go and the various places he had checked off, "..Knockturn Alley, the last stop. Finally."
Snape made his way through the crowds, heading up the street to the Leaky Cauldron. He turned up his hood, uncharacteristically glad for the warmth of this particular cloak, and was just about to step into the place when a scuffling pushed someone into him. The person, somehow, got tangled between him and his cloak — Snape had just opened the material in order to better wrap it around himself. He instinctively drew away quickly, but the girl — Snape judged this by the long hair — hadn't regained her balance yet, and so flailed her arms and with her fingernails snagged the threads of his cloak.
The crowd parted around them, a tiny island in a busy river. Snape cursed breathlessly, and loosened the part of the cloak that was fastened around his neck. She tumbled against a person's leg; "Sorry!" squeaked the girl, scrambling back against the wall and frantically trying to unhook the threads, "Oh drat I knew I should've cut my nails earlier..*#%@! — " With a glance at Snape's stony face she briefly brought a hand to her mouth, "F — uhh, piffle I mean, I'm so sorry! I — I didn't ruin your cloak did I? I hope not..happy holidays?" She handed the cloak back up to him, struggling to stand and wincing as she felt where the snow had soaked through her clothes. She stood anxiously in front of Snape, wiping her nose and pulling at her hat.
However, if she was waiting for a reassurance Snape wasn't going to bother giving her one, especially as she had revealed herself to be another holiday tourist by an American accent. "You have just ruined my cloak," he said curtly, "Expect no 'happy holidays' from me." With a sneer he strode into the current — people immediately filled in the gap left by him — and sidestepped into the Leaky Cauldron.
