Severus threw the potion into the fire and a satisfying explosion followed.
He was pissed (I'm pissed off, is what I am). He had been working on the
stupid thing all night and now he'd just thrown it away. What time was it
anyway? Three AM? Damnit! He was not about to start it over now, but he
was restless. With no small amount of frustration, he stormed out of the
potions lab and into the main body of the castle.
Meanwhile, another insomniac's eyes slowly crossed as she got disconnected from the internet for the umpteenth time. She frowned, realizing that she wasn't doing anything worth signing back on, but that she didn't have anything better to do. In a fit of resistance to oppressive boredom, she threw on some jeans and headed for the kitchen to see if the house elves were still up.
The castle was deadly quiet, eerie in the moonlight. Even the ghost must have been asleep, Velvet mused. She slipped quietly down the halls, feeling like a thief or something of the sort. She was at the kitchen when she heard footsteps-angrily pacing footsteps. After her initial fright, she decided to investigate.
Sneaking along with a catlike grin on her face, Velvet located the sound. It was Snape-swooping around like the overgrown bat that he was. (Fluffy bunny, her mind screamed.) She stifled a laugh, but must have made a noise, because Snape stopped pacing.
He turned, his eyelids lowering predatorily. "Who's there?" he growled lowly. Still fighting a giggle, Velvet stepped into the hall.
"Hi!" (Fluffy bunny LAND her brain screamed.)
"What are you doing out this late?"
"I could ask you the same thing." (A land knee deep in fluffy bunnies with floating hearts and rainbows.) This was obviously going nowhere. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go wandering around in hopes of finding you so that I could bothersome and annoying."
"Ah. Success." Velvet started laughing and Snape almost managed a smirk.
"So," Velvet finally managed, "What ARE you doing out this late?"
"I rarely sleep. I've been working on a potion, but I can't concentrate on it."
"Maybe you've been thinking about it too much. You probably just need a break. Oh, I have an idea."
"I am genuinely frightened."
"Oh, shut up! I challenge you to a ping-pong match."
"Ping-pong? You must be joking."
"I'm not! There's a table in a rec-room somewhere."
"You didn't let me finish. You must be joking, my hand-eye coordination is unbeatable."
"That sounds like a challenge if I've ever heard one."
The door to the rec room was locked, but Snape had it open faster than you could say Abra Kadabra. Sorry for the horrible joke here. In fact, I'm not sure it even qualifies as a joke, more as just blatant stupidity on the part of the writer. But, in any event, they were at opposite ends of the ping-pong table faster than. well, quickly.
"Before we begin," Snape said. "Just how good are you at this game?"
After a moment's contemplation, Velvet said, "I hope there is nothing breakable in this room." Snape smirked evilly.
Snape woke up in his room early in the morning. He'd actually slept; he'd actually been dreaming. In his dream, he was wading through fluffy bunnies that were all pastel colored. There were rainbows and glitter everywhere. It had been a very strange dream. Playing that girl in ping-pong must've taken more out of him than he had thought. Haha! But he had won! But she'd been laughing hysterically almost the entire time. He shook his head and got up.
At breakfast, Velvet was tired, but in a good mood. "Good morning, Ping Pong King."
Snape gave her a cruel look but he cracked and started to smile. He looked away.
"Egad! Have I made the impenetrable Snape smile? No. Impossible."
Having recovered his usual demeanor, he gave her a heartlessly cold look, which only made her smile all the more.
After breakfast, Nani appeared, she seemed to be nervous. "I have to go to dance class now. I am frightened. I mean, dance class? What the hell?"
Velvet, in an attempt to be comforting, said, "Well, the teacher could be cool. Plus I bet David Bowie and the other glam rock types all learned to dance. You'll be more like them."
Nani just walked away mumbling something about coordination and her lack thereof but before she got very far someone handed her a flyer. There was going to be a Halloween Masquerade Ball. She ran back to Velvet. "Look, there's going to be a Masked Ball. And everyone has to go dressed up, even the teachers. This is going to be cool, but aren't they announcing it kind of early? Oh, look, there are going to be some witch stars here. Apparently, they play old Muggle songs for the wizard world. Clever idea that."
"Oh, Halloween is my favorite. I love costumes; that's probably why they announced it so early, so that everyone could get costumes."
"You're right. Hey, are you going to the Quidditch match today?"
"Yeah, I can't wait to see people zooming around on broomsticks. Sounds like the games are a lot of fun."
"Yeah, I'll meet you there; you can come sit with Ravenclaw."
Velvet nodded and Nani walked off. Then, Velvet turned and walked off to Transfiguration. She walked in and McGonagall said, "Today, you are going to learn how to change this cauldron into a bunny."
Meanwhile, another insomniac's eyes slowly crossed as she got disconnected from the internet for the umpteenth time. She frowned, realizing that she wasn't doing anything worth signing back on, but that she didn't have anything better to do. In a fit of resistance to oppressive boredom, she threw on some jeans and headed for the kitchen to see if the house elves were still up.
The castle was deadly quiet, eerie in the moonlight. Even the ghost must have been asleep, Velvet mused. She slipped quietly down the halls, feeling like a thief or something of the sort. She was at the kitchen when she heard footsteps-angrily pacing footsteps. After her initial fright, she decided to investigate.
Sneaking along with a catlike grin on her face, Velvet located the sound. It was Snape-swooping around like the overgrown bat that he was. (Fluffy bunny, her mind screamed.) She stifled a laugh, but must have made a noise, because Snape stopped pacing.
He turned, his eyelids lowering predatorily. "Who's there?" he growled lowly. Still fighting a giggle, Velvet stepped into the hall.
"Hi!" (Fluffy bunny LAND her brain screamed.)
"What are you doing out this late?"
"I could ask you the same thing." (A land knee deep in fluffy bunnies with floating hearts and rainbows.) This was obviously going nowhere. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go wandering around in hopes of finding you so that I could bothersome and annoying."
"Ah. Success." Velvet started laughing and Snape almost managed a smirk.
"So," Velvet finally managed, "What ARE you doing out this late?"
"I rarely sleep. I've been working on a potion, but I can't concentrate on it."
"Maybe you've been thinking about it too much. You probably just need a break. Oh, I have an idea."
"I am genuinely frightened."
"Oh, shut up! I challenge you to a ping-pong match."
"Ping-pong? You must be joking."
"I'm not! There's a table in a rec-room somewhere."
"You didn't let me finish. You must be joking, my hand-eye coordination is unbeatable."
"That sounds like a challenge if I've ever heard one."
The door to the rec room was locked, but Snape had it open faster than you could say Abra Kadabra. Sorry for the horrible joke here. In fact, I'm not sure it even qualifies as a joke, more as just blatant stupidity on the part of the writer. But, in any event, they were at opposite ends of the ping-pong table faster than. well, quickly.
"Before we begin," Snape said. "Just how good are you at this game?"
After a moment's contemplation, Velvet said, "I hope there is nothing breakable in this room." Snape smirked evilly.
Snape woke up in his room early in the morning. He'd actually slept; he'd actually been dreaming. In his dream, he was wading through fluffy bunnies that were all pastel colored. There were rainbows and glitter everywhere. It had been a very strange dream. Playing that girl in ping-pong must've taken more out of him than he had thought. Haha! But he had won! But she'd been laughing hysterically almost the entire time. He shook his head and got up.
At breakfast, Velvet was tired, but in a good mood. "Good morning, Ping Pong King."
Snape gave her a cruel look but he cracked and started to smile. He looked away.
"Egad! Have I made the impenetrable Snape smile? No. Impossible."
Having recovered his usual demeanor, he gave her a heartlessly cold look, which only made her smile all the more.
After breakfast, Nani appeared, she seemed to be nervous. "I have to go to dance class now. I am frightened. I mean, dance class? What the hell?"
Velvet, in an attempt to be comforting, said, "Well, the teacher could be cool. Plus I bet David Bowie and the other glam rock types all learned to dance. You'll be more like them."
Nani just walked away mumbling something about coordination and her lack thereof but before she got very far someone handed her a flyer. There was going to be a Halloween Masquerade Ball. She ran back to Velvet. "Look, there's going to be a Masked Ball. And everyone has to go dressed up, even the teachers. This is going to be cool, but aren't they announcing it kind of early? Oh, look, there are going to be some witch stars here. Apparently, they play old Muggle songs for the wizard world. Clever idea that."
"Oh, Halloween is my favorite. I love costumes; that's probably why they announced it so early, so that everyone could get costumes."
"You're right. Hey, are you going to the Quidditch match today?"
"Yeah, I can't wait to see people zooming around on broomsticks. Sounds like the games are a lot of fun."
"Yeah, I'll meet you there; you can come sit with Ravenclaw."
Velvet nodded and Nani walked off. Then, Velvet turned and walked off to Transfiguration. She walked in and McGonagall said, "Today, you are going to learn how to change this cauldron into a bunny."