AN: Okay, Here it is. Two chapters in one day! Good thing I had Anne to keep me company. ::whispers:: She had a fight with Severus. She helped me to think up some of the comedy in the next scene. She also would like me to tell you that the article of clothing mentioned in this chapter that belongs to Severus truly does exist. She has seen them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Severus Snape or Remus Lupin, but if Remus wants to come live with me he can sleep in the guest room. I do own Relena's shirt, Miguel pajamas, Josh and all information pertaining to the operation of the DCU. Severus and Anne own Severus' clothing item.
Meanwhile, Relena was having problems of her own. "Miguel, what are we going to do?" she asked as she sat down in a chair in the teacher's lounge.
"What are you going on about now?" Miguel said sounding slightly annoyed. He was reading the Daily Prophet, which despite his own remarks to the contrary, he found to be a laughable attempt at journalism.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Relena said snatching the paper away from him. He looked at her as if she had just told him Santa Clause wasn't real.
"Relena, you really shouldn't let yourself get so stressed out. We have four days until our first lesson. I'm going to talk to Lupin tomorrow so that we can figure out just what he wants us to teach his students. I suggest you just relax. You don't need to worry about the school. Heck, you don't need to worry about anything! So would you just calm down."
"I can't. I just keep thinking that I'm forgetting something," Relena sat there for a few minutes drinking some tea out of an old battered, but clean teacup she had found when she enter the lounge. Not the best tea I've ever had, but it's a start, she thought as she relaxed back into the chair.
"Uh, Relena," Miguel who had resumed reading the Daily Prophet interrupted her, "I forgot to tell you something."
"What?" she said agitation sneaking into her voice.
"When I was talking to Dumbledore about allowing Spridal to join a house and all of that he asked me something, and I'm not sure if you're going to be mad at me or not, but…"
"What is it Miguel?"
"He asked if we would chaperon the Halloween dance, and I told him we would."
"Miguel, first, that's not so bad, second are you crazy! You want to keep a bunch of hormonal kids from sucking face at some all school dance on Halloween night!"
"Relena, what exactly were you planning on doing instead?"
"I had planned to get drunk. D-R-U-N-K, drunk! Off my ass drunk!"
"Relena, you don't drink."
"Yes, I do, occasionally."
"In the nine years I've known you, we've gone drinking a total of three times, and each of those times you were gone before we even made it to the third round. Come on, Relena. What do you really have against going to this party?"
"From all of the accounts I've heard, Harry already knows I'm here even if he doesn't know exactly who I am. Remus told me earlier that he told the classes that we would be teaching a course for the school, so they know we'll be there. Now from what I've heard of Harry's behavior in the past he is very much likely to watch the both of us very closely all night. What if he sees something is up? Not really the best way to instill confidence in a godson who you haven't seen in fifteen years."
"Oh, would you just relax,"
"He probably thinks we're Death eaters," Relena mumbled.
"He does
not. Oh, by the way when I'm in that
meeting with Lupin tomorrow, you should go back to the apartment and grab some
of our stuff looks like we're going to be here for a while, and even though you
find my bunny pajamas becoming, I doubt any of the students want me to teach in
them."
"All right, but I'm going to
need some help bringing the stuff back."
"Well, I'll come help after the meeting, but Spridal has classes. How about Snape? You two seem to be pretty chummy."
"Severus? Oh, no, the last time I brought Severus to my house, Remus nearly had a fit! I'm not sure I want a repeat performance."
"Um, Relena, correct me if I'm wrong here, but you don't live with Lupin anymore. The only people who live in that apartment are Spridal, you, and I."
"Well, of course I know that," Relena stuttered, "I'm just not sure how comfortable Severus would be with it?"
"With what?" Severus who had chosen just that moment to walk into the lounge inquired.
"Ah, Professor Snape, just the man we wanted to see!" Miguel exclaimed as he propped his feet up on the table. Relena noticed Severus cringe at this gesture.
"And what, may I ask, did you want to see me about?" Severus inquired taking a seat next to Relena and staring at her teacup with a shocked look an his face as she drank from it.
"What?" Relena snapped.
"Nothing, that cup just looks oddly familiar. Did you have it when we were living in the manor?"
"This cup? No. It's not mine. I was just borrowing it for a while so that I could get some tea why?"
"No reason. I just remember how you used to dislike sharing cups with other people that's all."
"What are you talking about?" Relena sighed as she took another long sip of tea.
"Ever since we were little you had this thing about not wanting to share your glasses with people who you didn't live with."
"Oh, well, I guess I just kind of got over it. You know long hours over at the DCU will make you forget whose cups you drink out of for at least six days after you're off duty. Anyway, Severus can you help me go back to the flat tomorrow morning so that I can get some of our stuff. We only keep enough clothes for a week in our packs, and Miguel doesn't want to teach in his bunny pajamas." Snape stared at the Australian who was turning the most brilliant color red over this comment. For some reason he couldn't help, but laugh at the idea of a man Miguel's size wearing bunny pajamas.
"And what are you laughing at Mr. Black bathing trunks with orange pumpkins all over them?" Now it was Miguel's turn to laugh and Severus' turned scarlet.
"Wait, a minute, Relena," Miguel laughed out, "Let's not forget about some of your fashion don'ts."
"I have no idea what you are referring to."
"Oh, yes you do. That shirt was priceless!"
"Relena, what shirt?" Severus said preparing to laugh.
"Now Miguel you hush up about that!" Relena warned.
"One time, we were running late for work, but Relena was hungry. We had a huge business meeting in like twenty minutes, but she still had to get some coffee from the vending machines."
"Miguel."
"Well, the vending machine wasn't working and at that point we had ten minutes till the meeting. She gets annoyed and her temper flares."
"Relena, a temper? I never could have guessed."
"Just for that I'm gonna kill both of you Severus. Miguel don't you dare tell another word!"
"So she kicks the vending machine, and it shots coffee out all over her. Now, we're down to five minutes before the meeting and we're in a no apparating zone. So, Relena starts pulling through her bag looking for another shirt to put on under her lab coat, because she was working the Potions lab that day."
"Relena? In potions? You have got to be kidding me!"
"I'm going to murder both of you in your sleep!"
"Well, she finally finds her training shirt. Unfortunately, for poor Relena she had been in a very strange mood the day she was packing her gear, so the shirt says Quidditch Bitch." Now Severus was laughing.
"It was a present from Josh!"
"Yeah well the only problem was she spent half the meeting trying to cover her shirt. Well, the guy we were meeting with asked us to show him the lab since no one was working. We agreed, but as Relena reached out to take his hand in a friendly gesture, her coat feel open, and the guy saw everything." Severus started laughing even harder at this comment, and Relena's typically graceful self, looked as though she would soon fall out of her chair with anger.
"No, I'm going to wait until the next full moon and then I'm gonna kill you both! I'll make it quick, straight to your jugular!"
"We'll the guy he was pretty young," Miguel continued, "so when Relena explained what was going on, he just sort of brushed it off, and remarked that he liked Quidditch too. He acted like it was no big deal. He even mentioned that he played for one of the local teams. So, at this point everything's going all right. Now, the labs at the time were having their air conditioning fixed, so it was deadly hot in the lab. Just as I'm explaining how we at the DCU can find out anything about almost anybody, this guy decided he's going to be a gentleman and offers to take Relena's coat. Well, Relena was trying to be nice so she gave it to him not realizing that the shirt said Seeker Slut on the back. Well, of course the guy sees this and figures that we've somehow delved into his personal life to discover that he plays the position of Seeker on his Quidditch team. So, now he thinks Relena is hitting on him. We noticed his change in attitude automatically. I didn't realize until an hour after he left that there was something written on the back of the shirt, and we didn't find out until two days later what the guy thought about Relena." Miguel finished his story gasping for air.
"You know what? Forget your jugulars I'm gonna rip you both apart bit by bit starting by ripping out your tongues!"
"Oh, come on Relena. It is rather funny."
"Well, I'm glad you were able to have a laugh Severus. Now that you two have tortured me, will you please help me get out stuff tomorrow."
"Of course, Relena" Severus said still laughing, "but I can only help first thing in the morning I have a class to teach second period."
"Fine, then Miguel can help me after his meeting with Remus!" Relena shouted as she picked up her tea and stormed out of the room. Both men continued laughing until they heard the door open again.
"Severus? Miguel? What's so funny?" asked a confused Remus as he walked into the lounge.
"Oh, nothing. We were just reminiscing about some old times," Miguel replied.
"Oh, all right," Remus, said walking over to a counter on the other side of the room. He searched for something for a while before turning back to the other two men. "Have either of you seen my teacup?"
AN: I wonder what happened to Remus' teacup. If any of you find it please give him a ring. See everyone makes fashion mistakes, even Severus Snape. (Severus: They were very trendy in the 80's! Anne: Of course they were dear.)
The Fans:
Singer: Yes, you definitely should not make sprits made. It can only lead to destruction and death. Harry is mine and you know it! Oh well, I'm going to have to decide which guy I want to keep sometime in the future. Right now I'm leaning towards Ron since he didn't take advantage of Marie. I have lots of muses. In fact, Anne is the most recent HP character I've created. Lola Palm, Marie, and Relena were all created about the same time, and you still haven't met half the other characters that are cluttering up my mind right now. I'm glad to hear you're making progress on your story. I can't wait to read it! As to Sirius being the father, come on Singer, how long have we known each other. You know that I can't answer that question.
Split personalities are we: NO! Sirius is mine! I sent Pettigrew back. You'll receive a small package with a rat inside in two to four business days. Wait a minute; I can't remember if I put any holes in that box, so you might want to open it with caution.