Death eater soirees were a boring necessity these days. Severus couldn't say he enjoyed them, but they were better than the cruel, bloodthirsty, venom-on-top meetings they had been before. Before the dark lord was beaten by a mere infant, that is.
The conversation topic varied from "Death to all mudbloods" to "Oh, did you know my precious pureblood baby made her first steps, we are so proud, we bought her a golden crown and taught her to torture a house-elf"
Severus much preferred the first topic to the latter, because the first he could fake interest, even argue in its favor, yet the moment the words baby and torture were being said, not necessarily one after the other, he became squeamish and disgusted, which he masked under a veil of indifference.
Maybe he had spent too much time at Hogwarts, being the cartoonish Dracula that could send you in detention should you act like a dunderhead and too little time with toxic parents.
However, he had encountered a number of entitled parents while teaching. Like Mrs. Greengrass who threatened bodily harm should her wonderful Daphe not get an O on her O.W.L.s, or Mrs. Zabini who flirted with him in order to change Blaise's grade from an E to an O.
He could still remember the conversations.
Mrs. Greengrass ( in a dress more expensive than Severus's entire house in Spinner's End) and himsef, in his usual funeral robes, as he was still mourning his mother's and Lily's death.
"Why you large, overgrown fruitbat! You abomination among good, pureblood society, dare tell me my princess won't get an O on her O.W.L.s.? She better get an O! Or I will personally break your gargantuan, hooked nose!" the woman screamed, her hands gripping his collar tightly.
"Madam, I will try my hardest for Daphne to get an O, however, might I suggest exercise for severe stress, it might do miracles and change your hippopotamus-like figure!"
Mrs. Zabini's encounter never ceases to cause Severus to shudder.
He can remember red lipstick, red like the ochre sun, blue eyes, ivory skin, and black, glossy hair. Fortunately, he had forgotten her, uhm, feminine assets, which were being shown under the skimpy dress.
"Professor Snape, I have heard so much about you" she purred while beginning to put her hand on Snape's shoulders "My bambino never ceases to talk about you, you are his favorite teacher"
"Uhm, Blaise is a true asset to my class, Madame Zambini" Severus answered, a bit taken aback by her constant need to touch him.
"Such a big, intelligent, Adonis-like man like you, certainly knows my baby deserved an O on his potion's grade" she continued, her hands inching lower and lower.
He is not proud to say he ran for his life. Albus had to deal with the…disaster.
Right now, he'd rather have Mrs. Zabini here than listen about the corruption of babes.
'Teaching children homicidal tendencies…riveting dinner discussion! Why won't somebody put me out of my misery?' Severus thought.
"Severus, are you listening to us?" Corban Yaxley asked, looking a tad amused.
He used Legilimancy on another esteemed guest, just enough to not be noticed.
"Of course I'm listening, Corban, you were talking about how if Albus Dumbledore weren't here, you would sentence mudbloods to Azkaban just because of their filthy blood. A dream we are all sharing, my friend" Severus said while smiling.
Yaxley opened his mouth but he was interrupted by Lucius, who sat at Severus's right "Well, gentlemen. You won't believe what my amazing Dragon happened to see while he was at Hogwarts"
"Reporting to us already? Chip off the old block, that boy." Scabior said with a nasty grin.
"He had an…altercation with the Boy Who Lived and saw purple bruises on his hands which the Savior was trying hard to hide," Lucius said.
Murmurs started to come alive.
"Typical Potter. Starting fights like an adrenalin junkie" Severus answered while snorting.
"The thing is, old friend," Lucius said while looking straight at him "Draco is always watching him. He hadn't gotten into any fights at school and regrettably, it was not Draco who caused such wounds on his scrawny body"
Well, shit.