[Please note that Prof. Snape, Dumbledore and other bootylicious people are
property of J.K. Rawling. Sarah Noble is property of herself. Fan fiction
is dumb. Don't read it.]
"Severus Snape Cleans Up at Powerball"
"Let's see," Snape muttered, examining his lottery ticket. It read:
7 31 28 2 5 12 29
"Well now," he smiled, switching on the television. "This should be interesting." he turned to Channel 7.
A smiling blonde was setting up the winning Powerball numbers as he spoke.
"And the big winners are," she squealed in a falsely cheerful tone, "14...8...33...uh, forty-...wait..." The white numbered balls were spinning violently in their sockets. They finally slowed to a halt and presented new numbers.
"Uh, correction," the blonde woman said with a confused offstage, "the...er...winning numbers are 7...31...28...2...5...12...and 29." She shrugged helplessly to someone off-camera. Snape smiled and put his wand away.
"75 million dollars to me," he chuckled over a glass of sherry. "I think I'll buy a boat-house."
"Severus Snape Cleans Up at Powerball"
"Let's see," Snape muttered, examining his lottery ticket. It read:
7 31 28 2 5 12 29
"Well now," he smiled, switching on the television. "This should be interesting." he turned to Channel 7.
A smiling blonde was setting up the winning Powerball numbers as he spoke.
"And the big winners are," she squealed in a falsely cheerful tone, "14...8...33...uh, forty-...wait..." The white numbered balls were spinning violently in their sockets. They finally slowed to a halt and presented new numbers.
"Uh, correction," the blonde woman said with a confused offstage, "the...er...winning numbers are 7...31...28...2...5...12...and 29." She shrugged helplessly to someone off-camera. Snape smiled and put his wand away.
"75 million dollars to me," he chuckled over a glass of sherry. "I think I'll buy a boat-house."
