The Adventures of The Misfit Professors

Chapter 13 Part 2

"The Week From Hell: Day Three"

By: Deep Shadows and Eckostalker

11:30, Thursday Morning...

Severus awoke, his throat still a little sore, in the infirmary. He groggily looked up at the ceiling, cursing this room in it's entirity.

Ugh... To much bad luck... There is no way I have karma this bad... Severus thought, recounting the events that had occured to him in the last two days.

"First, I am almost run over by an unmanned wagon on an oddly deserted street, nearly poisoned at a tavern I have been going to for years now, nearly killed by a drunken fool, and then chased to Hogwarts by rabid dogs. Then once I get into Hogwarts a chandelier falls almost on me, with enough force and glass to kill me... All that in one day would just be written off as a day of bad luck. But then, the very next morning, I am attacked by a Lethifold, a native to tropical islands, and get a cold from being stuck in a rainstorm, thus making me very ill. If I didn't know any better, which I don't, I'd think someone was trying to kill me." Severus though aloud and wonderingly, rubbing his chin slowly.

He tried to recall the details of each event, who was present, who was not, and trying to make a connection. He would pick this apart if he had to sit there all day, which he probably would if Pomfrey deemed so. He shook away that thought and focused.

There were no students at Hoggesmeade, and the only people he saw were in the bar and in the brawl. He thought about the bar, recalling the faces he saw there. Severus then realized that the bartender wasn't Francis, the usual bartender, but a bigger, burlier man. In Severus's frustration he had missed this detail.

Then he thought about the drunks. For one, they were in the middle of town, far from either of the taverns, and they didn't seem to have any alcohol with them. Not only that, but the particular spell that was thrown in his direction required concentration and skill, two things that elude you when you are drunk.

"This is all very odd." Severus thought, sitting up, wanting to pace, but knowing that Madam Pomfrey would heard him get up and he didn't want to deal with her, alt least not while he was thinking.

"What about the carriage and the dogs?" Severus thought, shaking his head, thinking back on those events. The carriage... the carriage had come after him right after he left the apothecary's shop. But before he entered the apothecary, he recalled the streets not being as busy as normal, occupied by only a couple of men, standing by the carriage and one on the carriage, which was parked.

"Where did they go?" Severus asked, seeing a pattern, but not as he picked apart his misfortune. The dogs... now there were no humans near them, that he knew for sure. But when he walked to Hoggesmeade, those dogs were on chains, having made him jump as he entered the town.

"Someone obviously wants me dead. That would explain everything that happened out of school, but what about in Hogwarts? How would they pull that off?" Severus thought aloud again, trying to piece it all together.

He thought about the chandelier, the first in the school events. He had shoved some first years in the door, scared them off by his mumbling and then the chandelier had fell. A realization struck him as odd.

"Those weren't first years. They were sixth years, and Slytherins at that." Severus though, recalling that the one boy was his prefect. So they were older then they seemed, but Severus was scared shitless and to busy trying to breath to pay attention.

"What were sixth year Slytherins doing at the doors, one of them my prefect, on a storming, rainy day?" Severus thought and he sighed, rubbing his head because it hurt from all this thinking. He brain was still recovering from the lack of oxygen the morning before and the fever. Thining about the inablity to breath, he dwelled on the Lethifold. That monstrous beast was not native to England, he knew that, and he also know that his rooms were the farthest from any of the entrances. Someone had put it under his door... but who? Then a thought dawned on him. Who would have access to that creature, the dogs, and a horse drawn carriage. Who would know that he would run in fear of dogs instead of standing his ground and fighting them... Severus thought and then he answered himself, feeling stupid that he hadn't realized it before.

"The Care of Magical Creatures Understudy, that's who."

Perhaps Alexis was resorting to pulling pranks on him in her boredom. So the dogs and the carriage might be her, but he couldn't figure out why she would want it to kill him. And not only that but she cried when she thought he was dead. It made sense, but then it didn't. Severus was just thinking himself into circles, not notice the woman standing over him.

"I see you are awake Severus, how are we feeling?" Madam Pomfrey asked him and Severus groaned, his stomach growling.

"Tired, sore, and hungry. Poppy, how do you think I feel?" Severus growled and she scoffed at him.

"Well, Drink this and then you can go to lunch, but no straining yourself." She told him as she handed him a vial and he took it grumbling. He held his nose and tipped the potion back, grimacing as he drank the foul liquid. He finished it and then got up, grumbling some more. He walked out of the infirmary and trudged toward the Great Hall.

He entered the unsuprisingly crowded hall, stalking up to the Head Table, glaring at any student that happened to catch his glance. As he approached, he noticed Artimis had joined the Hall for a small lunch this afternoon, though still looking unwell and stressed upon. Beside her he saw that Alexis had decided to deign the table with her presence, looking warily at the apple on her plate that Artimis had no doubt placed there. Another thing that irked him about her, her apparent disregard for her health. And the child's. He thought she had a little more sense than that. He had obviously given her too much credit.

He walked to his seat, yanking it out and sitting in it gruffly. Artimis gave him a brief smile, though not much else as she turned quietly back to her plate, apparently lost in thought. Alexis smiled at him chipperly as usual, and Severus wanted to slap that smirk off her face, though knowing he was quite incapable of doing so. So instead he glared at her disdainfully and resentfully, and her smile vanished.

He was annoyed by her look of confusion, knowing she was just playing dumb. She knew well why he was disgusted with her, she wasn't that ignorant. Ignorant maybe of what extent of harm her pranks could've done, but not ignorant of the fact that she was responsible.

He looked down at his already prepared plate, pushing aside his irritation as his stomach rumbled with hunger. He found his expected order of pasta alfredo with chicken peices and a light salad, and picked up his fork without delay. He began to eat hungrily, looking out over the room scrutinizingly, thinknig he might spot his one suspicious prefect. He wasn't dismayed, for he saw the specific student at the Slytherin table with a group of five or so more fifth and sixth year students. And all were watching him. Severus raised an eyebrow, wondering what was so interesting to them. Too hungry to care, he sneered at them and was done with it, mentally remarking on the flavorness of his dish this afternoon.

He ate a few more bites of the pasta, suddenly feeling a burning sensation on his arm. He scratched at it oddly, feeling it spread along his other arm as well. He looked down, seeing his arms breaking out in a light blotchy rash. He frowned in confusion.

Now what the hell did I get into... He mentally growled, shaking his head as he swallowed his bite of food with some difficulty as he studied the blotches. He thought a moment, knowing that he knew this taste from before as well, from something a very long time ago. He took a small bite warily of his pasta, his throat becoming scratchy as he swallowed the food with a slight grimace. I know this taste... but from where? He thought to himself.

He started to feel very hot and stuffy, breathing a bit more laborisly, all of a sudden the act becoming a bit more dificult. He looked at his food with confusion, slowly remembering what the taste was. He practically felt his throat swelling as he realized it as garlic.

His eyes widened in surprise, now vainly trying to take deep breaths, but realizing that he wasn't getting as much air to his aching lungs. He was allergic to garlic, something he had found out as a child. Which confused him, since he had always requested his food to be specially made without garlic at all times, no matter where he was. Dumbledore knew this, he had made it to where Severus put in an order for his meals and the houselves seperately prepared it. Even at the Manor, he had spoken with Artimis early on and had told her his predicament, and she had agreed to specially prepare his food as well. There was no other explanation. Unless someone had found out...

He pushed his chair away from the table, looking at the ground with wide eyes as his vision swirled, becoming painfully lightheaded as he gasped for breath. Within the buzzing of his ears, he heard a dim voice asking, seeing Minerva bending down slightly to look at him.

"Severus, what is wrong?"

Severus gave her a half hearted glare, thinking to himself a bit angrily and on the edge of frantic. My throat's swelling and I obviously can't breath Minerva, and you expect me to tell you this?!

He clutched his burning throat, taking heaving breaths, desperately trying to breath, that being his only goal in his mind as he wondered how this had happened. His ears rang loudly as his vision tainted red, the burning in his mouth and throat making his eyes water. He thought he heard urgent yelling, but could not be sure as he became weak, toppling over off of his chair. As he lay on the cold floor, his only thought was of how Alexis had managed to pull this one off, then he slipped into oblivious blackness.

Alexis had decided to join the professors at lunch this day, her usual four gryffindor student compainions off on some meeting with their other buddies. Alexis sighed at her seat at the Head Table, wsihing that she could partake in such carefree activities as that once again. But she was a teacher, and no matter how friendly, there were limits for being such.

She looked up at Artimis, who was quietly eating a hamburger, a distant and strained look on her face. Alexis wanted to say something to comfort her, to let her know that she cared. But Alexis couldn't put it into words, nor could she get through to Artimis through their mind link. Artimis had most likely put up the mind block to keep Alexis from feeling the pain and remorse she harbored for her husband's predicament. Understandable, but Alexis still felt isolated and left out.

She looked at her plate, seeing the lone apple on it. I don't want an apple though... actually, I kind of want a cucumber... NO! No I don't. Never... hmm... with ranch dressing... Alexis thought wistfully, still eyeing the apple Artimis had purposely placed there for her. Alexis had pretty much forgiven her, Remus, and Severus for their actions the other day when they had force fed her, her anger had just kind of dwindled away, and Alexis felt indifferent to the act really. Mood swings probably. Besides, they probably wouldn't try it again after the fight she gave them...

She looked up, hearing booted feet approaching the Head table. She looked up as Severus whisked up towards his seat at the table. Alexis brightened a bit, glad that he was out of the infirmary and doing better. He had scared her the other day. She smiled at him before she realized what she was doing, but all she recieved from him was an angry glare intense enough that it made her flinch slightly.

What did I do now?! I was being nice... it couldn't be about yesterday could it? I didn't mean to hit him that hard... I didn't think he felt it anyway... WHOA! What the hell am I thinking!? I actually care what Severus thinks about me?! When did THIS start? I've got to take some sort of medication for this... how the hell did Artimis put up with these damn mood swings last time she was pregnant? They're scary...

Alexis thought to herself, shuddering at the realization of her recent change in attitude due to her pregnancy. Because of it, she felt like owling Ron to visit just so she could complain how it was his fault. Which it was.

Alexis reluctantly picked up the apple, taking a few small bites out of it, wanting no more than to chuck it at someone and sneak a bite out of Artimis's delicious looking hamburger. She looked beside her at Remus, who smiled and nodded his approval of her eating, and she smiled weakly back, not really feeling proud of it.

She scanned the table nonchalantly, her gaze resting on Severus for a moment, cocking her head in confusion. He was staring at his plate with wide eyes, his face a flushed red. Alexis dropped her apple on her plate, watching him with concern, not knowing what was going on with him as he took heaving breaths, oblivious to anyone else as he pushed away from the table, hands at his throat. Apparently McGonagall had seen him as well, and asked if he was alright. When he didn't answer, Alexis knew something was wrong, and panic swelled in her throat. She looked to Artimis frantically, who was staring at Severus with shock.

"Artimis? Wh, what's wrong with Severus?" Alexis asked with a wavering voice as Artimis stood to her feet, stepping towards Severus with concern. Alexis stood as well, nervous to approach him, but wanting to help.

Suddenly Artimis's eyes widened and she spoke with shock. "He's having an allergic reaction!"

Alexis asked with confusion. "Allergic? To what?"
"Garlic!" Artimis yelled, rushing up to Severus as he toppled off his chair, face flushed and eyes closed. Alexis took a step back fearfully, hands covering her mouth as she stared at the unconcious Potion's master, sorrow welling in her chest.

"Is... is he dead? Did he die?!" Alexis asked frantically, tears brimming in her eyes as the professors either rushed to Severus's side or tried to keep the suddenly curious students from crowding the Head table.

Artimis yelled to a teacher, looking a bit panicked. "Get Madame Pomfrey immediately! He isn't breathing!" The teached sprinted off quickly, but Alexis backed up a few more steps, trembling slightly.

"He's dead... oh no, not again... Someone killed Severus." Alexis choked out as she was taken by tears and sobs, watching as the teachers tried to revive Severus. Alexis felt her back hit a wall, and she slid down to the floor, pulling her knees up under her chin as she watched with wide teary eyes, trembling as she cried, seeing Madame Pomfrey burst into the Great Hall.

She watched fearfully as the mediwitch kneeled beside Severus with her wand, scanning him over seriously and quickly preforming a series of tests. Meanwhile, Alexis cried to herself. "Please don't let him die... he's not that bad... sometimes... but he don't need to die yet..."

Then Severus took in a few shallow breaths under Pomfrey's care, a bit of normal color returning to his face, but he still remained unconcious. Pomfrey looked up, demanding quickly to anyone in particular. "Help him to the infirmary so we can further medicate him."

Hagrid nodded this time, bending and effortlessly lifting Severus from the floor, bounding out towards the hospital wing in great steps with the limp form in his arms, students scrambling to get out of the way as Pomfrey bustled up behind him.

Alexis watched them leave, sniffling and hiccuping, looking lost and feeling horrible. Why she felt that way, she had no clue. But she did, and didn't know how to get rid of that feeling.

Remus then turned, looking down at Alexis with confusion. He saw her tear stricken state and he quickly walked up and kneeled beside her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder and speaking in soothing tones. "It's okay, he's going to be fine. Nothing to cry about..."

Alexis nodded, lower lip still trembling though, and an occasional tear sliding down her cheek. Remus frowned, standing and pulling her up by her arm. Alexis followed him up, but swayed dizzily, feeling queasily light headed. She stumbled back against the wall weakly, and Remus quickly caught a hold of her, steadying her with a concerned look.

"Are you okay?" He asked urgently, and Alexis swallowed painfully, replying a bit sorrowfully.

"Y, yeah. Just, dizzy. And tired."

Remus nodded, turning and pulling her away from the head table, keeping a supporting arm around her as he led her to her quarters for a nap, intending to tell Hagrid that he would have the rest of the day's classes to himself while he made Alexis rest. She didn't argue.

Artimis had come straight from classes to lunch. She was starved, well, not really, but being hungry for a pregnant woman was torture. She had had to deal with inquiring students, who had wanted to know the status of Professor Snape, more than one hoping it was fatal. Artimis didn't find it at all funny, so she assigned her first detentions. She sat at her seat next to Severus's empty seat, still remembering her close encounter with the cloak-like beast that Severus had rescued her from. She looked at Alexis, who was walking up to the table and Artimis shook her head. As she sat there, her mind drifted back to the biggest thought on her mind: Draco. She just didn't know what to do with herself. If she didn't have teaching to do, she would have gone mad. She had been to the hosiptal almost every other night, sitting by his side, trying to think of who could have done this to him, who would have done this to him. She felt helpless, weak, like a part of her was missing. She would sit there, watching his shallow breaths, talking to him, hoping that her voice would somehow bring him out of his deep slumber. Slumber, that is what she had told Selena.

'Daddy is sleeping... He is really tired... No, Mummy doesn't know when daddy is going to wake up...' Artimis could hear herself telling those words to her daughter, trying to protect her from the cold hard truth that Draco may never wake up. That is what the doctor had told her.

'I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy, but there really isn't much we can do, but wait for him to wake up on his own... It was caused by a sharp hard blow to his hindbrain... It could last a week or a decade, we really can't tell... I'm so sorry Mrs. Malfoy...' Artimis heard replied in her mind as her food appeared before her. Her hamburger didn't really seem that appealing at the moment. She picked it up and took a bite, painfully recalling the morning. This morning had been a rough one. Artimis had woken up early, early for her, to take Selena to the Manor so that Hailey and the Twins could switch off babysitting. Selena woke up and asked for her daddy, asking why he hadn't come to see her, if she was a bad girl and he was angry at her. Artimis had to choke back the tears as she took Selena home, trying convince her daughter that it wasn't her fault and that Draco wasn't mad at her. And then Artimis walked into thier room. She looked around the room, looked at all the memories they had made in that room, like the time Draco had set a blanket on fire coming to aid her morning sickness. She went into his closet and pulled out his shirt, crying into it as she gathered herself to go to work. Artimis looked at her hamburger.

Ok, enough... There is nothing here but me and my hamburger... Artimis told herself, barely noticing that Severus had taken his seat beside her. She focused on the food, making herself want it, making herself forget everything that was causing her so much pain. She savored that burger more than any meal she had ever savored.She noticed at Severus had shoved away from the table, but didn't register anything as wrong until Minerva asked him if he was alright and there was no snapey remark. Then Alexis, in her mild panic voice asked.

"Artimis? Wh, what's wrong with Severus?"

Artimis looked at Severus, him looking at the ground, forcing breaths and it took Artimis minute to register what was happening to him. And then it hit her like a ton of bricks as she stood to her feet and moved next to Severus with concern. He was having an allergic reaction. And the only thing he was alergic to was... garlic. Artimis looked at his plate for a mere second, her eyes widening as she declared in shock.

"He's having an allergic reaction!" She yelled and as she looked at him. He was already showing hives on his neck and hands. She heard Alexis ask with confusion.

"Allergic? To what?" Artimis remembered that she was the only one in the Manor who known of his reaction. He had told her in private after it had been arranged for him to stay with them.

"Garlic!" Artimis yelled, trying to figure out what to do to help him him as he slowly suffocated. He toppled off of his chair and Artimis rushed to his side, dropping to one knee at his side. He face was red and his eyes were closed. She knew he had passed out and she flipped him over on his back, lying him flat so there would be no complications once they got him breathing, but getting him to breath was going to be the hard part. She heard Alexis mummbled something, but she was to busy trying to save Severus's life to catch it. Several of the other professors came to her side, Remus trying to revive Severus with magic, others holding back the crowd. Artimis didn't know what to do do so she looked at a random teacher, she believed it was Sinistra, and yelled franticially.

"Get Madame Pomfrey immediately! He isn't breathing!" Artimis was amazed at how fast Sinistra moved. Artimis focused on Severus, waiting patiently for Pomfrey as she held his wrist, making sure his pulse was still there as she prayed he would be alright. He had saved her life and now she didn't know what to do to save his. Once again, she was helpless. It seemed like hours, but it was only a few seconds before the medi-witch burst through the doors. Artimis moved over, still holding Severus's wrist, more like his hand now as Poppy did her skill, moving her wand over him and breathing magic quickly.

After a moment he took a breath and Artimis let out the breath she was holding. He began to breath shallowly, still not coming to conciousness. Artimis began to panic, thinking to herself. Why isn't he waking up... He should wake up... Please don't go into a coma like my husband... Artimis thought, letting him go as Hagrid picked Severus up, as per Madam Pomfrey instructions. Artimis still knelt on the floor, looking at it sorrowfully. She knew she wanted to cry, but this was not the time, nor the place for it. Artimis got up to her feet, struggling with her inner demons as she watched Remus lead Alexis out of the room. Artimis looked at her plate and sighed in resignation.

Only me and my hamburger...

Meanwhile... in a certain abandoned classroom...

"They're the MisFits! I'm sure of it!" Ethan exclaimed, waving his arms wildly. Some of the others looked at him skeptically, while some nodded slowly, picking out hints as well.

Peter, the ever logical one, rubbed his chin and spoke thoughtfully. "I can see where you get such presumptions..."

"There not just presumptions! Everything points to that. It's obvious!" Ethan exclaimed, pointing at the far wall, where an array of large posters were set up. Michelle shook her head at his antics, still unsure.

There were contemplative murmurs around the circle of students, and Stephen spoke out above them all. "Okay guys. We called this meaning to figure out just this. Let Ethan talk first."

The group quieted, turning to look at Ethan, who nodded approval of the attention. "Okay. Just think about it. Professor Malfoy and Professor Weasley fit the descriptions almost perfectly, with a few exceptions. Thin down Malfoy a bit, and volia! They look like older versions of the MisFits in the posters!"

"Yeah, but there are others that look like them as well... and wouldn't Professor Weasley tell us? She loves telling stories..." Michelle argued a bit, not so certain and a little disgruntled by Ethan's apparent adoration of the two professors.

One student, a Ravenclaw, stood out and spoke. "Professor Weasley showed us her fire powers during the first week of classes. Green, magical, fire powers."

A renewed burst of murmurs arose as Ethan nodded and exclaimed. "Exactly! Starburst had green flames! Name another witch that has the same awesome ability! You can't! It's her!" Ethan spoke defiantly, and more people nodded excitedly.

It was Stephen's turn to question. "Okay, maybe Professor Weasley is Starburst. But what about professor Malfoy?"
Peter explained, thinking aloud. "Malfoy's always with Professor Weasley. And she seems to have a connection with Weasley, can tell if somethings going on with her. Mind link? And she might not act as carefree as Prancer was, but she fits the description almost to perfection, and still has Prancer logic."

More nods, and Ethan smiled widely, finding another clue. "And I swear I heard Snape cursing at Professor Weasely more than once, calling her 'Whyte'. Two and two, people. Alexis. Whyte. Put them together, Alexis Whyte. There's no denying it. And how many people do you know with the name Artimis?"

Stephen smiled widely, speaking with confirmation. "It's them."

Surprised and excited conversations sprang up among the groups of students, and Ethan exclaimed over excitedly. "We're walking among gods. They are gods among men. Goddesses among men. We tread the ground where they made history, where they befriended the Twins... Goddesses I tell you..."

He said, a wistful gleam in his eye. Michelle glared at him a bit, hitting him in the arm with a bit of indignanty. Ethan flinched, then saw her look and lowered his head, looking guilty.

"Yeah, chill out a bit. So now we know who they really are. Next question. Do we tell them who we are?" Stephen presented the question, and a Hufflepuff stepped forward timidly. "Or should we keep it quiet and observe them some more? To see if they would accept this?"
"We know Professor Weasley would..." Ethan said adoringly, and Michelle narrowed her eyes at Ethan's dreamy expression.

Peter rolled his eyes, asking as well. "Do we show them the Lair? Or wait till they seek it out themselves? Because you know they will. They're the MisFits for pete's sake, it's expected of them. But would not telling them make them a bit angry?"
"Good question. And do we seek their advice and knowledge to further our own schemes? Or just go on with what we have?" Michelle spoke, eying Ethan warily when he spoke up.

"And the ever important question. Worship them from afar, or bring it to their feet?"

Michelle growled this time, slapping him across the arm sharply and he inhaled, rubbing his arm and lowering his head, slumping his shoulders. He mumbled quietly to her. "Sorry..."

Stephen spoke out again over the rising voices. "I think we should wait a bit longer, to see where they still stand on their views. Once sure on how they will react, we will meet and decide on our own actions. Till then, don't reveal anything. understood?"

All nodded, then Stephen nodded as well. The group took this as a signal that the meeting was at an end, and started leaving the classroom in pairs. Michelle dragging Ethan away grumbling as he smiled with a dazed and dreamy look on his face still.

Severus coughed in his sleep, it jolting him up from unconciuosness. He sat up, trying to catch his breath, wheezing a bit as he sat up, clutching his throat. His mind held whispers of thoughts of pasting out and he had the worst dry mouth in his history of dry mouths. Suddenly someone at his side was handing him a glass of water and Severus took it, downing it hastily. He sighed as he fished it, handing it back to the hand that gave it to him. He turned his head, expecting to see Poppy or Artimis, but instead met the amber eyes of Remus.

"Good, you're alive." Remus spoke, setting the water on the table. Severus shook his head, curious as to why Remus was at his bedside, a fact that alarmed him greatly. Severus shook his head and spoke hoarsely fighting to make his voice heard.

"I had the worst dream in the world and now I wake up to you?" Severus asked more than stated and Remus chuckled.

"Would that dream having anything to do with you having an allergic reaction, passing out on the floor of the Great Hall and not reviving when I tried to revive you?" Remus replied with a hint of humor and Severus glared at him as the memory returned.

"That was real?" Severus questioned, his voice a little less strained. Remus snickered and nodded.

"Damn near scared Alexis into tears. Artimis knew exactly what was going on, but no idea what to do, and me, I used to have allergic reactions to peanut butter, so I did what my mom used to do and tried to revive you." Remus explained and Severus laid back down on the pillow, exsaperated. Remus got up and yawned, streching his arms above his head. Severus rolled his eyes at him, his throat to sore to grumble at him.

"Well, I'll tell Poppy you are awake. I'm heading to bed. You have to stay here till tomorrow morning she said. Says you could have a relapse and she wants to moniter you. I told her i'd sit by you while you were out, cause your so much better conversation then. So good night and please for everyone's sake, lay off the garlic." Remus mused and if Severus didn't feel so damn bad he would have hollered at him till he was blue in the face, just becasue. Instead Severus grumbled lowly, which was painful, and Remus just walked away. He laid there, straing at the ceiling, trying to figure out how he got garlic. He recalled his thoughts just before passing out and at that moment Pomfrey came in and forced a potion down his thraot. He felt drowsy and just before he passed out agian he growled, uttering one word before he was gone.

"Whyte..."

Time: That afternoon Location: Guess what... I'm not telling you!

Jason leaned back in his chair, listening into a voice on his walkie talkie intently. He frowned after a moment, then growled loudl. "I told you already, no! I don't want any onions on it! Ten minutes!" He snapped, dropping the walkie talkie to his desk and putting his hands behind his head. Ten minutes, as expected, a soldier rushed in, a box in his arms. He set it down on Jason's desk, backing up as Jason sat up. He opened the box, inspected it's contents, and nodded in approval. "Good. Finally got it right."

The soldier bowed his head slightly and left the room as Jason took a peice of warm pizza out of the box and sat back in his chair. He smiled, thinking to himself. Everyone should take time out for a bite of pizza once in a while...

He prepared to take a bite of it, when Lieutenant General Jordan walked in assuredly, standing before General Kinsler's desk. Jason glared at him slightly, grolwing at him. "Please tell me you are not about to ruin this beautiful moment between a man and his pizza."

Jordan smikred a bit, then spoke apologetically." Sorry sir. But you demanded you be informed of the situation as often as possible."

Jason sighed deeply, setting his slice of pizza down reluctantly and looking at it wistfully. He glared slightly at his Lieutenant, speaking with a sigh. "Fine then. Is he dead now?"
Jordan looked at the ground mometarily with slight frustration, then spoke resignedly. "Um, not yet sir."

Jason froze, staring at him in unbelief as he spoke. "You have got to be kidding."

"Actually no sir. I do not... 'kid'... often, I think." Jordan spoke with dead seriousness. Jason shook his head, rubbing his temples as he grumbled to himself. "Apparently not. Pray tell me how Severus Snape survived a deathly allergic reaction. You notice the word deathly right? The word death also in there too?"

Jordan looked a bit uneasy, replying. "Yes sir, and I understand your frustration..."

"That's not what I'm asking now, is it? How the hell did he survive? Who the hell is this guy?!" Jason exclaimed with exasperation, pondering on the adaptability of Severus Snape. Or it could've been sheer luck. Bt it was still not right, Severus was still alive.

"The troops are trying their best sir, as well as trying to be as subtle as possible. He just seemes to... squirm his way out of everything they throw at him." Jordan said with a frown, looking at the ground.

Jason growled at him. "Well then maybe I overestimated these I call my 'best men'. Maybe I should appoint you as the new mission leader..."

"That won't be necessary sir. Captain Jingle has something else in mind, something that even Severus Snape cannot escape from." Jordan quickly told his General, having no desire to go out as a coward and discreetly kill an opponent. Jordan was one to face his advrsary head on in a fair fight, and prove his strength.

Jason looked at his Lieutenant General with interset, leaning back in his chain curiously. "Is this so Lieutenant? Well then... take a seat. Would you like a slice of pizza?" Jason asked, and Jordan loked a bit surprised.

He quickly recovered, walking forward and speaking with a smile. "I wouldn't mind a peice..." He took a seat on the oppostie side of the desk, grabbing a peice of the pizza and sitting comfortably. Jason grabbed his last slice, asking with curiosity. "So, tell me about this new attack..."