Slytherin Cabal Drabble Prompt response: Severus Snape, Snakes, Purple, Sparkles, Weasley Twins
"A galleon on Fred Weasley," Pomona grinned.
"Two on George," Filius joined the banter in the professors' lounge, throwing two coins into the pile.
Pomona raised her brows before pulling an additional Galleon out of her pocket.
"I'll call the two galleons on Fred," Minerva chimed in.
Severus glowered as he stood before his assembled colleagues, watching them take bets on which of the Weasley twins had charmed every set of robes he owned to leave a trail of sparkles behind him.
He fumed - his dramatic flounces were completely ruined.
* * *
"Ten sickles it was George Weasley," Aurora hissed out of the corner of her mouth to Minerva as they watched Argus nail yet another decree to the wall.
"My money's on Fred," Filius whispered from in front of the two witches, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
"Hem, hem," a fake cough needlessly sounded from the bottom of Argus' ladder. "Educational Decree number seventeen forbids any student from tampering with the staff's personal effects."
Albus leaned imperceptibly forward behind the two witches to murmur, "It would take the Weasley twins' combined skills to turn everything that women owns purple."
* * *
"Has anyone figured out the culprit yet?" Pomona asked Poppy.
"Filius' Galleons are on George Weasley slipping Severus a potion in his coffee," Poppy replied.
Pomona cocked her head to the side, studying the usually dour Potions master. He sat next to Irma, reciting limericks for the blushing librarian.
Pomona looked back to Poppy. "I'm putting my money on Fred. I'm not betting on someone tricking Severus into drinking an unknown substance, and Fred has the stronger Charms skills."
* * *
"Hee haw, hee haw!" The donkey bray rang out across the Great Hall, startling all the professors and students alike.
Most of the room's occupants had been prepared to ignore the first round or two of Dolores' throat clearing when she'd stood to address them.
She didn't appear pleased to have gained their rapt attention.
Dolores opened her mouth again, emitting the same loud noise. She quickly snapped her jaw shut.
As the laughter rang out in the cavernous room, her eyes narrowed in on the Weasley twins. Both raised their goblets of pumpkin juice in a salute to her, mouthing, "Cheers!"
"Five Galleons on George Weasley," Severus quietly intoned amid the ruckus.
"I'm not taking that bet," Minerva smirked.
Severus looked to his other side.
"It wouldn't be fair for me to place wagers upon events I have already seen," Sybill airily informed him.
Severus rolled his eyes.
Later that afternoon, Dolores stood with her lips still clamped tightly together as she watched Argus hang a new Educational Decree regarding students hindering a professor's ability to speak.
* * *
"This one is feels vindictive, even for the twins," Poppy sighed.
Charity nodded in agreement. She had just walked the fifth Slytherin of the day, Pansy Parkinson, into the infirmary.
The students kept showing up with their shoelaces transfigured into snakes which were biting their ankles. Luckily none has been poisonous thus far.
Severus had already brewed an anti-venom potion Poppy was keeping on hand, just to be safe.
"A smart witch would put their money on a different Weasley this time," Albus said with a wink, as he came in to speak with Miss Parkinson.
Charity cracked a smile. "I'm going to see if the betting pool is still open in the lounge."