a/n: Ares is my own character, but Snape belongs to J.K. Rowling!!
"Come in, come in." And annoyed-sounding voice beckoned from the dark office.
Ares breathed in, exhaled with a loud sigh, and went in.
"Sit down, Miss Kingsley."
She sat in a large, comfy, leather chair.
"Now, do you know why I've called you to my office, Miss Kingsley?"
"Because I'm failing Potions?"
Professor Snape's mouth twitched with a slight smile.
"Yes, that's exactly correct."
Ares shuddered. Snape was number one on her top ten list of people she never wanted to be stuck alone in a room with. She was pretty sure he was the Antichrist or something.
"What can we do about that?"
The question snapped Ares out of her small daze.
"Uh. you could actually teach me something?"
Snape glared at Ares.
"You don't like me, do you Miss Kingsley?"
Ares had to let out a giggle.
"No one likes you, Professor."
"And why is that?"
"Because we think you're the devil."
Ares was sarcastic of course.
"How perceptive of you. I never could fool the children."
Professor Snape snapped his fingers.
His office changed from its dingy darkness with bottles filled with strange animal body parts and jars with strange labels like 'Bats Eardrums', large, dark oak desk with papers scattered all over, bookshelves and counters, to a black-walled office containing only the same large oak desk and the chair Ares was sitting in.
Snape's appearance changed with his office. His long, black hair disappeared, as did his robe. Snape's face still looked the same, high cheekbones, hooked nose, very, very black eyes. But his hair was very short, black and spiked up. You could see the short, but sharp, horns on either side of his forehead, about just above his eyes. He was wearing black suit pants, a blood red dress shirt and a black suit jacket.
"Like I said, I never could fool you kids."
Snape smiled, showing pointy canines over his lip.
Ares lifted an eyebrow.
"Now about your Potions grade, I have an offer for you. How would you like to sell your soul for a good Potions grade?"
Ares cocked her head at her smiling, devil-Professor.
"You've got to be kidding right? This must be some kind of joke or maybe I'm sleeping while you're talking or something. You're stupid, stinky old Professor Snape, not the actual devil."
Snape's expression fell to one of complete boredom.
"That's what Hermione said too."
"Another thing, I thought the devil only showed up to bargain for someone's soul when they say 'I would sell my soul for.' something."
"Times are hard down under."
Ares let out a snort.
"It's not funny, even I have to work now! The devil, Satan, King of the Underworld bargaining for souls! It's a disgrace. It's all you kid's fault. Preaching anarchy and agnosticism. Curse me for making rebellion popular!!!"
Ares stood.
"Sorry Professor Diablo, but I have other things to do, and other people to torment."
"Come in, come in." And annoyed-sounding voice beckoned from the dark office.
Ares breathed in, exhaled with a loud sigh, and went in.
"Sit down, Miss Kingsley."
She sat in a large, comfy, leather chair.
"Now, do you know why I've called you to my office, Miss Kingsley?"
"Because I'm failing Potions?"
Professor Snape's mouth twitched with a slight smile.
"Yes, that's exactly correct."
Ares shuddered. Snape was number one on her top ten list of people she never wanted to be stuck alone in a room with. She was pretty sure he was the Antichrist or something.
"What can we do about that?"
The question snapped Ares out of her small daze.
"Uh. you could actually teach me something?"
Snape glared at Ares.
"You don't like me, do you Miss Kingsley?"
Ares had to let out a giggle.
"No one likes you, Professor."
"And why is that?"
"Because we think you're the devil."
Ares was sarcastic of course.
"How perceptive of you. I never could fool the children."
Professor Snape snapped his fingers.
His office changed from its dingy darkness with bottles filled with strange animal body parts and jars with strange labels like 'Bats Eardrums', large, dark oak desk with papers scattered all over, bookshelves and counters, to a black-walled office containing only the same large oak desk and the chair Ares was sitting in.
Snape's appearance changed with his office. His long, black hair disappeared, as did his robe. Snape's face still looked the same, high cheekbones, hooked nose, very, very black eyes. But his hair was very short, black and spiked up. You could see the short, but sharp, horns on either side of his forehead, about just above his eyes. He was wearing black suit pants, a blood red dress shirt and a black suit jacket.
"Like I said, I never could fool you kids."
Snape smiled, showing pointy canines over his lip.
Ares lifted an eyebrow.
"Now about your Potions grade, I have an offer for you. How would you like to sell your soul for a good Potions grade?"
Ares cocked her head at her smiling, devil-Professor.
"You've got to be kidding right? This must be some kind of joke or maybe I'm sleeping while you're talking or something. You're stupid, stinky old Professor Snape, not the actual devil."
Snape's expression fell to one of complete boredom.
"That's what Hermione said too."
"Another thing, I thought the devil only showed up to bargain for someone's soul when they say 'I would sell my soul for.' something."
"Times are hard down under."
Ares let out a snort.
"It's not funny, even I have to work now! The devil, Satan, King of the Underworld bargaining for souls! It's a disgrace. It's all you kid's fault. Preaching anarchy and agnosticism. Curse me for making rebellion popular!!!"
Ares stood.
"Sorry Professor Diablo, but I have other things to do, and other people to torment."