A Secret Admirer: The Stalking of Severus Snape
Chapter 13: Identification
Snape gave the two elderly witches a look that would have sent Longbottom to Madam Pomfrey for a week at the very least.
"Well," the ladies huffed. They walked away blushing and blustering some garbled words furiously.
Snape turned back to the hag, I mean, his admirer.
"I think I have had quite enough of this nonsense. I demand that you reveal your identity, er, miss," said Snape impatiently.
"No, please…not yet. Wait for the parchment," replied the hag.
"You have just informed me that you have not taken polyjuice potion, so I cannot hex you and wait out the hour." Snape drew his wand from the inside of his cloak deftly. "There are other alternatives, however."
"Would you really do that after I asked you to wait just a little longer?"
Snape nodded.
"Well, I could always distract you…not if I kiss you," offered the hag.
"Never mind," Snape lowered his wand.
Snape had already kissed a hag…once. To say the experience with Vector was unpleasant was an understatement, Snape thought to himself. A truly horrible, most unfortunate accident…Peeves would pay dearly one day, when he had the time.
Vector, in his opinion, was a lamentable potions-maker and a terrible kisser.
Two strikes against her already and he hadn't even gone down the list of her faults.
"Wait for my message. An owl will be arriving shortly at Hogwarts. Soon I will reveal my identity to you. I promise. Right now I bid you farewell. I must be getting back…" The hag stopped and turned away. She hurried down the country lane and soon disapperared.
Professor Snape placed his wand back in his cloak and prepared to leave for Hogwarts. Charon and a message would be arriving at any time.