Cheer up, Professor Snape: Part 2
Lady Draco
ladydraconess@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the part of the fic. They all belong to JK Rowling of "Harry Potter" fame.
RATING: PG - to be on the safe side.
SYNOPSIS: Two wizard's and one witch decide to make Professor Severus Snape's Christmas a very memorable one indeed.
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The three beneath the cloak stiffened. They watched in horror as a hand loomed out trying to swipe at the cloak. They couldn't back away because there was a wall behind them; they couldn't Aparate because you just couldn't do that in Hogwarts; and they couldn't just reveal themselves. They just hoped that the hand wouldn't touch them. Unfortunately for them, the hand felt the soft material and grabbed at the cloak.
Severus Snape stared in shock at what was revealed under the cloak. Two wizard's and one witch looking very, very guilty.
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'Professor Dumbledore... Minerva... Flitwick??? What's going on here?'
'Erm...'
'Um...'
'Well...'
None of the three could answer directly to Snape's question. All three were guilty as was evident with their facial expressions. Snape's face returned to anger from his shocked expression.
'Surely, the Headmaster and two fellow Professors wouldn't be sneaking around... would they?' Snape asked with a sneer.
Dumbledore looked from the faces of his fellow professors to Snape's. It was clear to them all that it would be he, who would explain their wanderings. He stepped forward.
'Well, Severus... um...' An idea popped into Dumbledore's head and he smiled inwardly. 'You see, Severus. Minerva here overheard some students planning to play a bit of a practical joke tonight. Rather than give them detentions immediately, she came to me and we decided that we'd rather catch them in the act.' And play a practical joke ourselves, he said to himself.
Snape stared at Dumbledore. Was the Headmaster skirting around something? He wasn't too sure. Dumbledore rarely lied, but more than often he covered up for something or other that he knew would iritate the old potions master. He looked at McGonagall and Flitwick. They both had blank expressions on their faces. He nodded quickly.
'Let me guess... the Weasley's and Jordon? Or Potter and his troops?' Snape said, knowingly.
McGonagall was about to retort that suggestion when Flitwick stepped softly on her foot. She glanced him and caught the small shake of his head. Snape missed this exchange, his eyes glaring around him, half expecting to see the Weasleys or Potter skulking around the corner.
'Actually, Severus', said Dumbledore. 'It was Mr Malfoy, Mr Crabbe and Mr Goyle.'
Snape turned his head sharply towards Dumbledore. His eyes blazed as he stared into the twinkling eyes of the Headmaster. Was this some kind of joke? he thought to himself. Members from his house acting in this manner. He doubted it severely. It was more than likely to be Potter and his fellow Musketeers. But why was Dumbledore saying it was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle? The Headmaster wouldn't lie to cover up his trio of saints. Would he?
Glaring at the three professors, he mumbled something under his breath which sound somewhat like "I'm returning to my quarters now". He spun around, his cloak billowing out behind him.
The three professors all looked at eachother and heaved a joint sigh of relief.
'Merry Christmas, Severus!' called Flitwick at the distant form down the hall.
They all looked at eachother and grinned.
'Back to work, my fellow professors.'
End Part 2
NOTE:
Blah. Finished another. That one was just a tad bit longer than the first. What is Dumbledore, Flitwick and McGonagall upto? Find out in part 3.
Flames, trains and waterpistols are always welcome.. ;)
Lady Draco
ladydraconess@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the part of the fic. They all belong to JK Rowling of "Harry Potter" fame.
RATING: PG - to be on the safe side.
SYNOPSIS: Two wizard's and one witch decide to make Professor Severus Snape's Christmas a very memorable one indeed.
***
The three beneath the cloak stiffened. They watched in horror as a hand loomed out trying to swipe at the cloak. They couldn't back away because there was a wall behind them; they couldn't Aparate because you just couldn't do that in Hogwarts; and they couldn't just reveal themselves. They just hoped that the hand wouldn't touch them. Unfortunately for them, the hand felt the soft material and grabbed at the cloak.
Severus Snape stared in shock at what was revealed under the cloak. Two wizard's and one witch looking very, very guilty.
***
'Professor Dumbledore... Minerva... Flitwick??? What's going on here?'
'Erm...'
'Um...'
'Well...'
None of the three could answer directly to Snape's question. All three were guilty as was evident with their facial expressions. Snape's face returned to anger from his shocked expression.
'Surely, the Headmaster and two fellow Professors wouldn't be sneaking around... would they?' Snape asked with a sneer.
Dumbledore looked from the faces of his fellow professors to Snape's. It was clear to them all that it would be he, who would explain their wanderings. He stepped forward.
'Well, Severus... um...' An idea popped into Dumbledore's head and he smiled inwardly. 'You see, Severus. Minerva here overheard some students planning to play a bit of a practical joke tonight. Rather than give them detentions immediately, she came to me and we decided that we'd rather catch them in the act.' And play a practical joke ourselves, he said to himself.
Snape stared at Dumbledore. Was the Headmaster skirting around something? He wasn't too sure. Dumbledore rarely lied, but more than often he covered up for something or other that he knew would iritate the old potions master. He looked at McGonagall and Flitwick. They both had blank expressions on their faces. He nodded quickly.
'Let me guess... the Weasley's and Jordon? Or Potter and his troops?' Snape said, knowingly.
McGonagall was about to retort that suggestion when Flitwick stepped softly on her foot. She glanced him and caught the small shake of his head. Snape missed this exchange, his eyes glaring around him, half expecting to see the Weasleys or Potter skulking around the corner.
'Actually, Severus', said Dumbledore. 'It was Mr Malfoy, Mr Crabbe and Mr Goyle.'
Snape turned his head sharply towards Dumbledore. His eyes blazed as he stared into the twinkling eyes of the Headmaster. Was this some kind of joke? he thought to himself. Members from his house acting in this manner. He doubted it severely. It was more than likely to be Potter and his fellow Musketeers. But why was Dumbledore saying it was Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle? The Headmaster wouldn't lie to cover up his trio of saints. Would he?
Glaring at the three professors, he mumbled something under his breath which sound somewhat like "I'm returning to my quarters now". He spun around, his cloak billowing out behind him.
The three professors all looked at eachother and heaved a joint sigh of relief.
'Merry Christmas, Severus!' called Flitwick at the distant form down the hall.
They all looked at eachother and grinned.
'Back to work, my fellow professors.'
End Part 2
NOTE:
Blah. Finished another. That one was just a tad bit longer than the first. What is Dumbledore, Flitwick and McGonagall upto? Find out in part 3.
Flames, trains and waterpistols are always welcome.. ;)
