"Moonlight Melodies"
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: Damn you, J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters. I can't wait for the movie to come out on VHS and DVD so I can drool over Snape for hours and hours and hours...
Over a week had passed since the "nude whistle incident", as Remus called it. Snape spent a great deal of time indoors and abruptly stopped his work to scurry inside whenever Sirius came out. Aside from finding this amusing, Remus felt a bit of sympathy for poor Severus. Who would have thought the dreaded Potions Master, who lurked about the creepy dungeons, was shy when it came to nudity? It was kind of cute.
The full moon would leave Remus indisposed for the next few days. He'd managed to find a decent apothecary that special ordered the Wolfsbane potion. The potion worked well enough though Remus always had a queasy stomach after drinking the stuff. He had hoped to buy a large quantity from Severus; the man "knew his shit" as Sirius distastefully put it. Unfortunately, Sirius's uncouth behavior had placed a bit of a dampart on the whole neighboring experience. Remus really didn't feel comfortable asking Severus for his aid after Sirius had flashed the man, unintentionally or not.
The breezy summer evening calmed Severus's frazzled nerves as he patrolled the yard, catching fireflies in a jar. To be sure, there was an easier way to nab fireflies, but Snape had done this since he was a child and found the process comforting. The night-eyes potion took a long time to stew, which explained why it was only taught in Advanced Potions. Also, Snape found this particular potion to be quite useful and always procured a large amount for himself.
With his placid mind concentrating on fireflies, Snape's body spasmed when an odd twanging interrupted the peaceful dusk. In a short amount of time he discovered the source of the irritating noise: Sirius Black sitting on a large rock wearing nothing but cut-offs and a battered guitar.
"Boys and girls," he began, strumming the 3 remaining guitar strings, "it's time for 'Songs with Sirius'."
Snape rolled his eyes and rudely turned his back on the idiot amateur musician. Somehow his childhood past-time had lost its sparkle. Damn that bastard Black!
"There's a skinny white man with a bugjar,"sang Sirius, horribly offkey. The rusty guitar strings were out of tune and sounded more like dull razor blades against old springs. Snape gritted his teeth and tried to block the musical travesty. "Bugjar Snape, oh yeah. Fireflies for his honey in the Zen room, yeah yeah!"
"Will you shut up at once? Stop singing that foolish song!"
Sirius shrugged and attempted to tune the guitar strings. With a frown etched into his thin face, Snape stepped forward, tripping over a garden gnome. The firefly jar glided a few feet before it hit the ground and the fruits of his labor escaped into the night sky. Were he alone, Snape would have pounded the ground with his fists and cried.
"Watch where you're going you..." The garden gnome called Snape a very foul name indeed and kicked him before scurrying into a nearby hole.
"Sandy, this one's for you," sang Sirius in a jovial tone, strumming the now unbelievably out-of-tune guitar strings and half-heartedly singing in a quick manner, "I have a butt, but don't we all? Except for Sev. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
A loud whack and CLUNG of the guitar hitting the ground followed this little ditty. Snape had accioed a sack of dirt to whop Sirius a good one.
"Stop making fun of my butt," roared Snape, clenching his wand furiously.
Disoriented, Sirius leaned against the rock. "I only sing the truth, Snape. Truth is, your ass is so flat you could use it to do laundry like those old-fashioned muggle women used to-"
"Shut UP! Leave me and my ass alone!" A little too late, Severus realized the error of what he'd just shouted.
Sirius completely lost his composure and rolled on the ground with laughter. The garden gnomes fell over each other they were laughing so hard. Worse still, they broke into a horrid chorus of: "Skinny butt jar man".
Snape blasted them across the yard with his wand and informed Sirius Black that he, Severus, hated the Gryffindor with the essence of his very soul. Quaking with rage, Snape stormed into the house, grumbling hateful things.
Sirius shrugged his shoulders, then turned to look at Sandy, the hideous frog lawn ornament. With a smile, Sirius picked up his shabby guitar and strummed a time or two.
"Skin-ny butt jar maaan..."
~FIN~
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: Damn you, J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters. I can't wait for the movie to come out on VHS and DVD so I can drool over Snape for hours and hours and hours...
Over a week had passed since the "nude whistle incident", as Remus called it. Snape spent a great deal of time indoors and abruptly stopped his work to scurry inside whenever Sirius came out. Aside from finding this amusing, Remus felt a bit of sympathy for poor Severus. Who would have thought the dreaded Potions Master, who lurked about the creepy dungeons, was shy when it came to nudity? It was kind of cute.
The full moon would leave Remus indisposed for the next few days. He'd managed to find a decent apothecary that special ordered the Wolfsbane potion. The potion worked well enough though Remus always had a queasy stomach after drinking the stuff. He had hoped to buy a large quantity from Severus; the man "knew his shit" as Sirius distastefully put it. Unfortunately, Sirius's uncouth behavior had placed a bit of a dampart on the whole neighboring experience. Remus really didn't feel comfortable asking Severus for his aid after Sirius had flashed the man, unintentionally or not.
The breezy summer evening calmed Severus's frazzled nerves as he patrolled the yard, catching fireflies in a jar. To be sure, there was an easier way to nab fireflies, but Snape had done this since he was a child and found the process comforting. The night-eyes potion took a long time to stew, which explained why it was only taught in Advanced Potions. Also, Snape found this particular potion to be quite useful and always procured a large amount for himself.
With his placid mind concentrating on fireflies, Snape's body spasmed when an odd twanging interrupted the peaceful dusk. In a short amount of time he discovered the source of the irritating noise: Sirius Black sitting on a large rock wearing nothing but cut-offs and a battered guitar.
"Boys and girls," he began, strumming the 3 remaining guitar strings, "it's time for 'Songs with Sirius'."
Snape rolled his eyes and rudely turned his back on the idiot amateur musician. Somehow his childhood past-time had lost its sparkle. Damn that bastard Black!
"There's a skinny white man with a bugjar,"sang Sirius, horribly offkey. The rusty guitar strings were out of tune and sounded more like dull razor blades against old springs. Snape gritted his teeth and tried to block the musical travesty. "Bugjar Snape, oh yeah. Fireflies for his honey in the Zen room, yeah yeah!"
"Will you shut up at once? Stop singing that foolish song!"
Sirius shrugged and attempted to tune the guitar strings. With a frown etched into his thin face, Snape stepped forward, tripping over a garden gnome. The firefly jar glided a few feet before it hit the ground and the fruits of his labor escaped into the night sky. Were he alone, Snape would have pounded the ground with his fists and cried.
"Watch where you're going you..." The garden gnome called Snape a very foul name indeed and kicked him before scurrying into a nearby hole.
"Sandy, this one's for you," sang Sirius in a jovial tone, strumming the now unbelievably out-of-tune guitar strings and half-heartedly singing in a quick manner, "I have a butt, but don't we all? Except for Sev. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
A loud whack and CLUNG of the guitar hitting the ground followed this little ditty. Snape had accioed a sack of dirt to whop Sirius a good one.
"Stop making fun of my butt," roared Snape, clenching his wand furiously.
Disoriented, Sirius leaned against the rock. "I only sing the truth, Snape. Truth is, your ass is so flat you could use it to do laundry like those old-fashioned muggle women used to-"
"Shut UP! Leave me and my ass alone!" A little too late, Severus realized the error of what he'd just shouted.
Sirius completely lost his composure and rolled on the ground with laughter. The garden gnomes fell over each other they were laughing so hard. Worse still, they broke into a horrid chorus of: "Skinny butt jar man".
Snape blasted them across the yard with his wand and informed Sirius Black that he, Severus, hated the Gryffindor with the essence of his very soul. Quaking with rage, Snape stormed into the house, grumbling hateful things.
Sirius shrugged his shoulders, then turned to look at Sandy, the hideous frog lawn ornament. With a smile, Sirius picked up his shabby guitar and strummed a time or two.
"Skin-ny butt jar maaan..."
~FIN~
