Disclaimer.: Harry potter is not mine, Disney is Not mine, The damn computers Not mine. Starting to see a pattern? hmm? All I own is the shiny new I Pod that is currently keeping me entertained.
Small world
Somewhere along the way one of the staff members had procured a map.
'Probably from one of the various cast members that seemed to be stationed around the park with unrealistic cheerful smiles plastered across their faces.' Severus thought.
McGonagall now had the map and was reading about all the 'interesting' things that the park had to offer. She just finished up the paragraph about the worlds fair when Dumbledore looked over her shoulder and declared that the small world ride would be their next stop. Severus sulked along after them. He was sure he could feel the beginnings of a major head ache coming on. Fifteen minutes after navigating through a disgustingly cheerful castle, past a carousel, and what looked like a replica of a cartoon whale with cheerful little Dutch boats sailing through its jaws, they arrived at a wall of geometric shapes and a clock with tiny toy soldiers and dolls that marched gaily through its doors. Severus' jaw dropped in horror as he heard the cheery music emitting from the exit and entrance of the ride.
There were families lined up and loading into boats that he was sure would float them into many minutes of psychological torture by singing dolls. Severus felt a shiver pass down his spine and his palms began to sweat. He paused and slowly took a step back fully intending to retreat. Just then Hagrid turned and noticed that he was trailing behind "Professor?" he called. Snape panicked and took several steps backwards just as the rest of the group noticed. He turned to run but fell backwards into someone's empty stroller. His long black clad legs dangling in the air at odd angles as he attempted to lever himself out of the stroller without success. With a final grunt and twist he managed to fall sideways and crawl out of the damned stroller in time to see Minerva loose all sense of composure and double over laughing. Some God, somewhere, must hate him.
Severus picked himself up, wiping his hands across his clothing to smooth out the various wrinkles and attempted to look as if nothing happened. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the evil glint in the headmasters eyes 'Damn that twinkle to the depths of hell.' he thought bitterly as he prepared himself to meet his doom and get it over with. What Severus did not take into account was that said terrifying ride, moves painfully slow and takes an entire 15 minutes to circulate through.
Five minutes later, after a lot of complaining, begging, and pleading, Severus was seated in the second row of a green pastel boat that tilted slightly to the left as it floated around the curve, past the animal shaped trees and plants, and into the ride itself.