Severus Snape walked into the Great Hall, robes billowing behind him, and an ugly scowl distorting his pale face. The entire Hogwarts staff was sitting at the table, talking angrily amongst themselves, and they all turned simultaneously as the heard the tapping of the Potions Master's shoes on the cold stone floor, fury etched on their faces.
"Where were you?" they shouted immediately. "We have been waiting for over an hour! No one could get through the wards on your door, and you know perfectly well that Albus won't allow us to eat if all staff members haven't showed up!"
He stuck his tongue out at them like an impudent six-year-old. "I was sleeping." It was obviously true, as they looked at him, taking in his disheveled appearance, with messy, greasy hair, and wrinkled clothes.
"You were what? SLEEPING? What possessed you...there aren't any students here, and yet you still don't get enough enough sleep at night?" Minerva was so angry, she was spluttering. "And you have the insolence to walk into the hall late, as cool as a cucumber!"
"Bitch," he murmured under his breath, as he took a seat at the table.
"WHAT did you call me? Although I am your colleague, I am your superior in every way. And don't try to come sit with respectable people, looking like you stepped out of the toilet. While you're at it, wipe that smirk off your face. What you need is a good, old-fashioned makeover..." Her face cleared as she suddenly thought of an idea. "Look here, Severus, I have a deal to make with you. You know how we are going to watch the duel between Sirius and Fudge today, right? Knowing how much you hate Black, I am sure you will side with Fudge. I will make a bet with you."
Although Severus wasn't usually into gambling, he would use any opportunity to express his hatred of Sirius Black. "All right. What are the terms?"
"If Fudge wins, I will wear a green and silver swimsuit around school for one day. If Sirius wins, I get to give you a makeover. A tasteful one, mind you, but still a makeover. Deal?"
He gasped at the impudence of the suggestion, but his hatred of black, and the urge to see Minerva in a green and silver bathing costume combined with his pride made him extend his hand and take Minerva's cold hand. "Deal."
"Where were you?" they shouted immediately. "We have been waiting for over an hour! No one could get through the wards on your door, and you know perfectly well that Albus won't allow us to eat if all staff members haven't showed up!"
He stuck his tongue out at them like an impudent six-year-old. "I was sleeping." It was obviously true, as they looked at him, taking in his disheveled appearance, with messy, greasy hair, and wrinkled clothes.
"You were what? SLEEPING? What possessed you...there aren't any students here, and yet you still don't get enough enough sleep at night?" Minerva was so angry, she was spluttering. "And you have the insolence to walk into the hall late, as cool as a cucumber!"
"Bitch," he murmured under his breath, as he took a seat at the table.
"WHAT did you call me? Although I am your colleague, I am your superior in every way. And don't try to come sit with respectable people, looking like you stepped out of the toilet. While you're at it, wipe that smirk off your face. What you need is a good, old-fashioned makeover..." Her face cleared as she suddenly thought of an idea. "Look here, Severus, I have a deal to make with you. You know how we are going to watch the duel between Sirius and Fudge today, right? Knowing how much you hate Black, I am sure you will side with Fudge. I will make a bet with you."
Although Severus wasn't usually into gambling, he would use any opportunity to express his hatred of Sirius Black. "All right. What are the terms?"
"If Fudge wins, I will wear a green and silver swimsuit around school for one day. If Sirius wins, I get to give you a makeover. A tasteful one, mind you, but still a makeover. Deal?"
He gasped at the impudence of the suggestion, but his hatred of black, and the urge to see Minerva in a green and silver bathing costume combined with his pride made him extend his hand and take Minerva's cold hand. "Deal."