*sigh* they're not mine OK? I know that. They're JKR's. But what fun
would I have if they were. ;) *chuckles*
And btw.......if I make jokes about nationality, sexuality, etc. it is not because I disrespect them in any way. I myself am mostly Scottish with some Irish, and was brought up for a lot of my life in England. I have Canadian, South African and German relatives and have so open a mind when it comes to sexuality that sometimes I think my brains may fall out!! I may, however, use some stereotypes from a humorous point of view. Thanks!
- Bright ideas -
The noise from the Snape Sisters was formidable. A pub would kick them out for being this loud. But it didn't matter. Airin had a better idea. She rifled through the spell book again, dodging the pieces of paper SIG was throwing at her to get her attention. Finally SIG picked up Tyrian and threatened to hide him. Before she realised what was happening Airin had dived on top of her to wrestle the helpless teddy from the evil grasp of Siggy. SIG began to tickle Airin, who accidentally kicked Gryff in the face.
"Bitch!" Gryff shouted, and leapt into the fray. Somewhere beneath her tickle-enraged mind Airin guessed this wouldn't be doing her mortally wounded bed any good. Bally decided that two against one was unfair and tried to tickle SIG, to no avail. She wasn't ticklish!! She tried Gryff instead who collapsed into a laughing heap, pulling Bally down with her.
Within minutes everyone was tickling or tripping someone else, rolling around and biting any obtainable area of flesh. The whole bed gave way and tumbled the writhing mass of Snape fans onto the floor where they all lay laughing. From somewhere under Tobias's foot and SSK's stomach, SIG's voice sounded.
"That'll teach you to ignore us Airin. We killed your bed!" They all laughed again, trying to get up without treading on anyone else's head or fingers. A scream from Abs indicated someone's failure on this point.
Airin remembered that she had been doing something. Oh yeah......the spell book. She looked back at the page and shouted again, waving the wand. The rest of the Snape sisters watched her with trepidation. Poisonivy made a "nutter" motion to the rest, who seemed to agree.
"Uoynommus Ilohocla!". The wind sound seemed different this time and everyone backed away from the pentigram, Bally and Lily searching around for the nearest exit. The 'pop' sounded and there in the pentigram were more alcoholic drinks than seen an Irish off-licence. Bally and Airin being part Irish made noises like a starving man in an Italian restaurant. It was a close call as to who got to the drinks first out of the two. Abs pointed out that she and a couple of others were underage, to which Airin happily told her that in the UK it was legal to drink on private property as long as you were over the age of 12 and had legal guardians there. OK, so she was not exactly a legal guardian, but who was going to tell?
Once everyone had a drink they all tried to find somewhere to sit. With the bed being a casualty of war, it left only the desk chair (otherwise known as the "angry chair" because it was so uncomfortable that sitting on it made you just that), the granddad chair (so hideously wonderful to sit in that it prompted homicidal jealously from the rest) and the floor (most of which was taken up by the permanently subdued bed). Airin grinned and pulled out her (ridiculous) wand again. She chanted a few unintelligible words and the room began to grow. The broken bed morphed into a huge dark green sofa. The room grew more, and additional sofas appeared. A low coffee table sprouted in the middle of the now vast room, upon which the pentigram was sketched, and the drinks sat around. The air made a rushing sound, severely pissed off at all the new space it was having to occupy and the materialising furniture. The Snape Sisters stared alternately between the modified room and Airin. SSK dropped onto the sofa nearest to her, exclaiming at the comfort.
"How the hell did you that!?" She asked as the others sat down, Mag warily in case the sofa disappeared as suddenly as it had come into being. Ivy was also watching carefully, not trusting that she wouldn't end up thudding to floor.
"Well, I realised that this is my fic, and if I can bring you guys here, then there are many other things possible!" Airin pondered the possibilities, ideas suddenly forming so clearly that she wondered why it hadn't occurred to her before. She was pulled out of her reverie by Ming and Bally arguing over who would get the last bottle of Bud. She waved her wand again, six crates of Bud arriving in the middle of the table, which groaned alarmingly. They all quickly dragged it onto the floor. Airin stood up again.
"I have an idea guys." She said, looking cunning. "None of us are really dressed for the occasion though." She waved the wand again (some of the Sisters rightly thinking that she just enjoyed the flashing green light) and their clothes mutated. Out of the blue they were all sitting in beautiful, elegant, but practical, dresses. They were all varying shades of green, and varying styles, but similar enough to mark them as a group. Tobias stood up to look at her dark green, Basque-style gown, twirling in feminine joy and the skirt. The others followed suit. Each dress showed off their figures to their best advantage. Airin was standing in a forest green, lace-up the front dress that gave her a cleavage people could probably live comfortably in. Bally decided it could be used well as a shelf and tried to rest her drink on Airin's breasts. The drink sat canted at an angle. Airin tried to give Bally and evil look, but the fact that she was trying not to laugh made her look constipated.
SIG stood with her dress on, hockey stick still in her hand. The combination was disturbing. She was not looking pleased.
"You'd better be able to bring back my hockey uniform woman!" She said archly. Airin reassured her, though she had no idea what she was really doing.
Lily managed to remember Airin's comment that had escaped the rest in their indulgence.
"What occasion?" She asked, swigging out of a bottle of Blue WKD, her grand gesticulations suggesting she was a little tipsy already. Airin smiled with the air of one who knew her next action will cause uproar.
"Uoynommus Isureves!" Some of the sharper Snape Sisters Immediately figured out from the spell what Airin had summoned. They watched the pentigram with baited breath. The not-so-bright sisters looked at one another and shrugged. The windy sound came again, but with a very different tone this time. It also went on for a lot longer. Airin was just coming to the conclusion that it wasn't going to work when there was a 'pop'.
The man in the pentigram on the table was holding a small vial of clear liquid, and had a look on his face that would make serial killers look like fluffy bunnies. He spoke in icy tones, the words seeming to drop onto the floor with the sound of heavy slabs.
"Just. Where. Am. I." SIG recovered first and leapt at the dark- haired man.
"Master!" She shouted, delight and amazement warring for supremacy in her voice. It broke the other's paralysis. Severus Snape's look of anger transformed into one of pure terror as 13 green-clad women suddenly lunged for him. Under the circumstances his girlish shriek can be forgiven. He somehow managed to escape the grasping hands and put one of the newly obvious and ridiculously comfortable looking sofas between himself and the women.
Snape looked about himself. Seconds before he had been mixing up a fresh batch of Veritaserum, and now he was no longer in his pleasantly light-less dungeon, humming to himself, but had somehow been apparated to a room full of green-clad crazy nymphomaniacs, from the outrageous suggestions they were making. This had to be Potter's doing, he thought darkly.
{{{{{A/N OK... I'm not done yet, but I though this was a good point to put this up and have you all waiting to see what my plans are for our dear Sevvy. Stay tuned!!...
...hmmmmmmm. What's that down there? Is that a review box? *peers closer* Why yes it is!! Will you look at that. Coincidence eh? *hint hint* :D}}}}}
And btw.......if I make jokes about nationality, sexuality, etc. it is not because I disrespect them in any way. I myself am mostly Scottish with some Irish, and was brought up for a lot of my life in England. I have Canadian, South African and German relatives and have so open a mind when it comes to sexuality that sometimes I think my brains may fall out!! I may, however, use some stereotypes from a humorous point of view. Thanks!
- Bright ideas -
The noise from the Snape Sisters was formidable. A pub would kick them out for being this loud. But it didn't matter. Airin had a better idea. She rifled through the spell book again, dodging the pieces of paper SIG was throwing at her to get her attention. Finally SIG picked up Tyrian and threatened to hide him. Before she realised what was happening Airin had dived on top of her to wrestle the helpless teddy from the evil grasp of Siggy. SIG began to tickle Airin, who accidentally kicked Gryff in the face.
"Bitch!" Gryff shouted, and leapt into the fray. Somewhere beneath her tickle-enraged mind Airin guessed this wouldn't be doing her mortally wounded bed any good. Bally decided that two against one was unfair and tried to tickle SIG, to no avail. She wasn't ticklish!! She tried Gryff instead who collapsed into a laughing heap, pulling Bally down with her.
Within minutes everyone was tickling or tripping someone else, rolling around and biting any obtainable area of flesh. The whole bed gave way and tumbled the writhing mass of Snape fans onto the floor where they all lay laughing. From somewhere under Tobias's foot and SSK's stomach, SIG's voice sounded.
"That'll teach you to ignore us Airin. We killed your bed!" They all laughed again, trying to get up without treading on anyone else's head or fingers. A scream from Abs indicated someone's failure on this point.
Airin remembered that she had been doing something. Oh yeah......the spell book. She looked back at the page and shouted again, waving the wand. The rest of the Snape sisters watched her with trepidation. Poisonivy made a "nutter" motion to the rest, who seemed to agree.
"Uoynommus Ilohocla!". The wind sound seemed different this time and everyone backed away from the pentigram, Bally and Lily searching around for the nearest exit. The 'pop' sounded and there in the pentigram were more alcoholic drinks than seen an Irish off-licence. Bally and Airin being part Irish made noises like a starving man in an Italian restaurant. It was a close call as to who got to the drinks first out of the two. Abs pointed out that she and a couple of others were underage, to which Airin happily told her that in the UK it was legal to drink on private property as long as you were over the age of 12 and had legal guardians there. OK, so she was not exactly a legal guardian, but who was going to tell?
Once everyone had a drink they all tried to find somewhere to sit. With the bed being a casualty of war, it left only the desk chair (otherwise known as the "angry chair" because it was so uncomfortable that sitting on it made you just that), the granddad chair (so hideously wonderful to sit in that it prompted homicidal jealously from the rest) and the floor (most of which was taken up by the permanently subdued bed). Airin grinned and pulled out her (ridiculous) wand again. She chanted a few unintelligible words and the room began to grow. The broken bed morphed into a huge dark green sofa. The room grew more, and additional sofas appeared. A low coffee table sprouted in the middle of the now vast room, upon which the pentigram was sketched, and the drinks sat around. The air made a rushing sound, severely pissed off at all the new space it was having to occupy and the materialising furniture. The Snape Sisters stared alternately between the modified room and Airin. SSK dropped onto the sofa nearest to her, exclaiming at the comfort.
"How the hell did you that!?" She asked as the others sat down, Mag warily in case the sofa disappeared as suddenly as it had come into being. Ivy was also watching carefully, not trusting that she wouldn't end up thudding to floor.
"Well, I realised that this is my fic, and if I can bring you guys here, then there are many other things possible!" Airin pondered the possibilities, ideas suddenly forming so clearly that she wondered why it hadn't occurred to her before. She was pulled out of her reverie by Ming and Bally arguing over who would get the last bottle of Bud. She waved her wand again, six crates of Bud arriving in the middle of the table, which groaned alarmingly. They all quickly dragged it onto the floor. Airin stood up again.
"I have an idea guys." She said, looking cunning. "None of us are really dressed for the occasion though." She waved the wand again (some of the Sisters rightly thinking that she just enjoyed the flashing green light) and their clothes mutated. Out of the blue they were all sitting in beautiful, elegant, but practical, dresses. They were all varying shades of green, and varying styles, but similar enough to mark them as a group. Tobias stood up to look at her dark green, Basque-style gown, twirling in feminine joy and the skirt. The others followed suit. Each dress showed off their figures to their best advantage. Airin was standing in a forest green, lace-up the front dress that gave her a cleavage people could probably live comfortably in. Bally decided it could be used well as a shelf and tried to rest her drink on Airin's breasts. The drink sat canted at an angle. Airin tried to give Bally and evil look, but the fact that she was trying not to laugh made her look constipated.
SIG stood with her dress on, hockey stick still in her hand. The combination was disturbing. She was not looking pleased.
"You'd better be able to bring back my hockey uniform woman!" She said archly. Airin reassured her, though she had no idea what she was really doing.
Lily managed to remember Airin's comment that had escaped the rest in their indulgence.
"What occasion?" She asked, swigging out of a bottle of Blue WKD, her grand gesticulations suggesting she was a little tipsy already. Airin smiled with the air of one who knew her next action will cause uproar.
"Uoynommus Isureves!" Some of the sharper Snape Sisters Immediately figured out from the spell what Airin had summoned. They watched the pentigram with baited breath. The not-so-bright sisters looked at one another and shrugged. The windy sound came again, but with a very different tone this time. It also went on for a lot longer. Airin was just coming to the conclusion that it wasn't going to work when there was a 'pop'.
The man in the pentigram on the table was holding a small vial of clear liquid, and had a look on his face that would make serial killers look like fluffy bunnies. He spoke in icy tones, the words seeming to drop onto the floor with the sound of heavy slabs.
"Just. Where. Am. I." SIG recovered first and leapt at the dark- haired man.
"Master!" She shouted, delight and amazement warring for supremacy in her voice. It broke the other's paralysis. Severus Snape's look of anger transformed into one of pure terror as 13 green-clad women suddenly lunged for him. Under the circumstances his girlish shriek can be forgiven. He somehow managed to escape the grasping hands and put one of the newly obvious and ridiculously comfortable looking sofas between himself and the women.
Snape looked about himself. Seconds before he had been mixing up a fresh batch of Veritaserum, and now he was no longer in his pleasantly light-less dungeon, humming to himself, but had somehow been apparated to a room full of green-clad crazy nymphomaniacs, from the outrageous suggestions they were making. This had to be Potter's doing, he thought darkly.
{{{{{A/N OK... I'm not done yet, but I though this was a good point to put this up and have you all waiting to see what my plans are for our dear Sevvy. Stay tuned!!...
...hmmmmmmm. What's that down there? Is that a review box? *peers closer* Why yes it is!! Will you look at that. Coincidence eh? *hint hint* :D}}}}}