Late Arrivals and Lifetime Rivals: Snape's Worst Halloween
It's been a long night for Professor Snape. A night, he wishes never to repeat…but alas, he will.
Chapter 14: The Chamber Is Closed
Severus Snape was standing near the refreshment table in the living room with a tankard of firewhiskey in his hand.
Molly and I had attempted to fix the rips in his costume and the scratches on his face to no avail. He was not letting anyone near him. He wasn't sure what could possibly happen to him next.
Arthur Weasley decided to approach him.
"Professor Snape, did I tell you that I was dressed as George Washington?" he exclaimed in glee, as if the whole room wasn't sure already.
"Fascinating," said a skulking Snape. However, his look said, Does it look like I care, Weasley?
Molly said nothing. She was thrilled after she heard about the utensils Fletcher used to open the door. She had sent Arthur and Ron earlier to a store in London to purchase muggle plastic utensils. The Black family silver was carefully stowed away.
Crooskshanks was lying on the couch. He had decided that since he was dying, he would donate all of his toys to the Magical Menagerie and his organs to the apothecary in Diagon Alley.
He wistfully regretted that he would never see France with Hermione again.
Fred and George congratulated Fletcher on a job well done. They had once had to pick a door at Harry's house. When their mother shot them a filthy look they halted the conversation---quickly.
Sirius Black felt terrible about Snape's snake eye.
"Snivellus, I am sure Harry could have retrieved it. My godson speaks Parseltongue."
Minerva and Molly both shot him a look. He eyed his godson and smiled.
There was a knock at the door and Flitwick looked out of the hole.
"This is quite enough. Would someone else be kind enough to answer the door? I will not do it."
When the door opened we saw that Maxime had arrived.
However, she was dressed as Fluffy.
Professor Snape, amid people beside themselves with laughter, slammed his firewhiskey down and left.
Molly felt really bad. "We actually got him to stay with us a bit…maybe not for dinner, but…"
I turned to the Weasley twins. The rough thing about being a professor and living at Hogwarts was owling out sick.
"Fred, George, tell me about that candy you are making…."