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Chapter 7: Early Morning Arguments
Severus Snape was not a morning person in any sense of the word.
He stifled a yawn and nearly rolled off of the couch. Climbing to his feet he kicked off his black shoes roughly and glanced at his bedside clock.
It was eight-thirty.
Giving the clock a dirty look he literally threw himself into his still- made bed, yanked back the covers and crawled under them.
He considered eight-thirty to be an ungodly hour.
Of course he was a man who was naturally nocturnal and woke up at six in the evening during the holidays.
He slept blissfully till about nine-forty-five until he was rudely awakened by a horrific banging on the door.
"The imbecile that wakes me up this early in the goddamn morning is as good as dead," he hissed under his breath, giving the closed door a deadly stare.
Not hearing his threat Albus Dumbledore continued banging and called out, "Severus, I really would like to talk to you sometime before I die."
"You seemed to be in perfect health last night so five more hours won't hurt," Snape barked, and buried his face in a pillow.
He could almost sense Albus' sigh from behind the door. After a moment of silence the old man said, "Severus, I know you don't normally eat breakfast on the summer holidays but I do and that's the only time I have to talk to you."
Grumbling about people getting up at insane times of day Snape crawled out of bed and slouched toward the door and opened it, glaring a truly awful glare at the man outside.
"This had better be good," growled the vampire.
Tugging on his beard tiredly Albus decided to take the blunt approach. "The Healer, Cowan, suggested that you and he keep up with some sessions so that- "
Albus didn't even get to finish his sentence when he was abruptly cut off by Snape saying, "no, absolutely not."
Dumbledore gave the lanky man lounging in the doorway an exasperated look and asked, "and why in the name of God not?"
Assuming a lofty expression Snape declared, "I have no issues that need dealing with."
Raising one silver eyebrow Dumbledore pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket and replied, "Flavic seems to think you do. As a matter of fact he wrote to me about your nonexistent problems this morning."
He handed Snape the letter, which read…
Headmaster-
I am writing you regarding Prof. Severus Snape. I believe that while he is in fine physical condition he may have some problems with mental stability. I think that there may be some unresolved issues which we can touch on to make his life easier. Please owl me back as soon as possible.
Dr. Flavic Cowan
" 'Some problems with mental stability,'" Snape repeated tonelessly. "So without all of the flourishes he thinks I'm insane."
"He doesn't think your insane, he just thinks that you-"
"Oh yes of course, the 'unresolved issues,'' Snape sneered, shoving the letter back at the Headmaster. "The only unresolved issue I have is how Neville Longbottom made it to his fifth year."
Ignoring the slur on the student Dumbledore pressed on, "he is a medical expert Severus. He used to work at St. Mungo's."
"That's just lovely for him,'' Snape replied, attempting to shut the door, but the Headmaster grabbed the knob and held on.
"Severus PLEASE," the older man asked.
Sighing and leaning back the Head of Slytherin thought in silence for a few moments and then said in a resigned tone of voice, "I'll go to one session with the dolt and if I don't think he's doing me any good I stop."
Feeling that this was the best compromise he was going to get out of Snape Dumbledore agreed and the bedroom door was promptly slammed in his face as the man went back to bed.
And Snape hadn't even joined him for the breakfast Albus had tried to get him to come to, Dumbledore thought.
It was just as well, Snape wasn't the best company in the world when he was being forced into things.
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Anyway, without further ado…
Chapter 7: Early Morning Arguments
Severus Snape was not a morning person in any sense of the word.
He stifled a yawn and nearly rolled off of the couch. Climbing to his feet he kicked off his black shoes roughly and glanced at his bedside clock.
It was eight-thirty.
Giving the clock a dirty look he literally threw himself into his still- made bed, yanked back the covers and crawled under them.
He considered eight-thirty to be an ungodly hour.
Of course he was a man who was naturally nocturnal and woke up at six in the evening during the holidays.
He slept blissfully till about nine-forty-five until he was rudely awakened by a horrific banging on the door.
"The imbecile that wakes me up this early in the goddamn morning is as good as dead," he hissed under his breath, giving the closed door a deadly stare.
Not hearing his threat Albus Dumbledore continued banging and called out, "Severus, I really would like to talk to you sometime before I die."
"You seemed to be in perfect health last night so five more hours won't hurt," Snape barked, and buried his face in a pillow.
He could almost sense Albus' sigh from behind the door. After a moment of silence the old man said, "Severus, I know you don't normally eat breakfast on the summer holidays but I do and that's the only time I have to talk to you."
Grumbling about people getting up at insane times of day Snape crawled out of bed and slouched toward the door and opened it, glaring a truly awful glare at the man outside.
"This had better be good," growled the vampire.
Tugging on his beard tiredly Albus decided to take the blunt approach. "The Healer, Cowan, suggested that you and he keep up with some sessions so that- "
Albus didn't even get to finish his sentence when he was abruptly cut off by Snape saying, "no, absolutely not."
Dumbledore gave the lanky man lounging in the doorway an exasperated look and asked, "and why in the name of God not?"
Assuming a lofty expression Snape declared, "I have no issues that need dealing with."
Raising one silver eyebrow Dumbledore pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket and replied, "Flavic seems to think you do. As a matter of fact he wrote to me about your nonexistent problems this morning."
He handed Snape the letter, which read…
Headmaster-
I am writing you regarding Prof. Severus Snape. I believe that while he is in fine physical condition he may have some problems with mental stability. I think that there may be some unresolved issues which we can touch on to make his life easier. Please owl me back as soon as possible.
Dr. Flavic Cowan
" 'Some problems with mental stability,'" Snape repeated tonelessly. "So without all of the flourishes he thinks I'm insane."
"He doesn't think your insane, he just thinks that you-"
"Oh yes of course, the 'unresolved issues,'' Snape sneered, shoving the letter back at the Headmaster. "The only unresolved issue I have is how Neville Longbottom made it to his fifth year."
Ignoring the slur on the student Dumbledore pressed on, "he is a medical expert Severus. He used to work at St. Mungo's."
"That's just lovely for him,'' Snape replied, attempting to shut the door, but the Headmaster grabbed the knob and held on.
"Severus PLEASE," the older man asked.
Sighing and leaning back the Head of Slytherin thought in silence for a few moments and then said in a resigned tone of voice, "I'll go to one session with the dolt and if I don't think he's doing me any good I stop."
Feeling that this was the best compromise he was going to get out of Snape Dumbledore agreed and the bedroom door was promptly slammed in his face as the man went back to bed.
And Snape hadn't even joined him for the breakfast Albus had tried to get him to come to, Dumbledore thought.
It was just as well, Snape wasn't the best company in the world when he was being forced into things.