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the Queen of Potterverse
Severus Snape glided through the dungeon corridors. His familiar scowl had darkened to point of causing a paralyzing terror to overcome all who were unlucky enough to be caught in its gaze.
Snape was not having a good day
It was an omen when his alarm clock not awoken him with its usual yell "Out of Bed, Sleepy Head!" Instead it had begun to shriek "Bed Head!" at him and would not stop until he had emerged groggily from his morning bath. It then had the nerve to sulk. How exactly can an alarm clock sulk??
It was an omen. When things started out this strange so early, it was always an omen of things to come.
The strangeness continued at breakfast. Some one had arranged his food into a smiley face. He quickly turned the corners of the "smile" downwards and glared at the students and faculty alike as he ate. Albus conspicuously did not meet his gaze.
His first class passed without incident. The first years were suitably cowed by his glare. However, not even giving every Griffindor in the sixth year detention had stopped the whispering. "30 points from Griffindor for giggling, Miss Granger."
He could not help but notice that the whispers crossed house lines and spread throughout the Slytherins. Something was definitely not right.
At eleven o'clock, he received a note from Albus asking him to join the staff for lunch in the Great Hall. The headmaster was up to something and Snape had a feeling that he did not want to find out what it was. However, the command (Albus' suggestions were never really suggestions) had him sitting at the head table glaring at students as he choked down what was undoubtedly the worst meal ever prepared by a house elf. The headmaster did not so much as acknowledge his presence. He is definitely up to something.
The whispering continued in his afternoon classes. They were obviously following the example of Potter's class. Potter! Ha! He's probably at the root of all this. Annoying little brat!
So here he was with a terrifying scowl, headed up from the dungeons to the Headmaster's office. The students scattered before him, not wanting to be paralyzed and missing their next class. Snarling the password at the gargoyle ("gumdrops"), his black robe swirled as he marched up the spiral staircase. I will have answers! He thought as he went upward. His hand knocked rapidly on the door. Silence answered him. He raised a single brow in contemplation.
Making a decision, he opened the door and swept inside. The sight that greeted him was not welcome. He tensed and became even more rigid. His eyes glared and his nostrils flared. His jaws clenched and the sound of grinding teeth could be heard. Albus Dumbledore muttered a very disappointed "Oh, dear." He stepped into the room behind Severus and coughed politely.
Snape whirled around and glared at the headmaster. "What.." he forced out, " is the meaning of this?" He pointed to side of the room where stacked against the wall were rolls of streamers, bags of balloons, and presents, all of which were in the Slytherin house colors of green and silver.
The headmaster tried to look innocent but it was hopeless. The gig was up.
Severus Snape glared at Albus furiously. "I specifically said NO BIRTHDAY PARTY!!"
Severus Snape glided through the dungeon corridors. His familiar scowl had darkened to point of causing a paralyzing terror to overcome all who were unlucky enough to be caught in its gaze.
Snape was not having a good day
It was an omen when his alarm clock not awoken him with its usual yell "Out of Bed, Sleepy Head!" Instead it had begun to shriek "Bed Head!" at him and would not stop until he had emerged groggily from his morning bath. It then had the nerve to sulk. How exactly can an alarm clock sulk??
It was an omen. When things started out this strange so early, it was always an omen of things to come.
The strangeness continued at breakfast. Some one had arranged his food into a smiley face. He quickly turned the corners of the "smile" downwards and glared at the students and faculty alike as he ate. Albus conspicuously did not meet his gaze.
His first class passed without incident. The first years were suitably cowed by his glare. However, not even giving every Griffindor in the sixth year detention had stopped the whispering. "30 points from Griffindor for giggling, Miss Granger."
He could not help but notice that the whispers crossed house lines and spread throughout the Slytherins. Something was definitely not right.
At eleven o'clock, he received a note from Albus asking him to join the staff for lunch in the Great Hall. The headmaster was up to something and Snape had a feeling that he did not want to find out what it was. However, the command (Albus' suggestions were never really suggestions) had him sitting at the head table glaring at students as he choked down what was undoubtedly the worst meal ever prepared by a house elf. The headmaster did not so much as acknowledge his presence. He is definitely up to something.
The whispering continued in his afternoon classes. They were obviously following the example of Potter's class. Potter! Ha! He's probably at the root of all this. Annoying little brat!
So here he was with a terrifying scowl, headed up from the dungeons to the Headmaster's office. The students scattered before him, not wanting to be paralyzed and missing their next class. Snarling the password at the gargoyle ("gumdrops"), his black robe swirled as he marched up the spiral staircase. I will have answers! He thought as he went upward. His hand knocked rapidly on the door. Silence answered him. He raised a single brow in contemplation.
Making a decision, he opened the door and swept inside. The sight that greeted him was not welcome. He tensed and became even more rigid. His eyes glared and his nostrils flared. His jaws clenched and the sound of grinding teeth could be heard. Albus Dumbledore muttered a very disappointed "Oh, dear." He stepped into the room behind Severus and coughed politely.
Snape whirled around and glared at the headmaster. "What.." he forced out, " is the meaning of this?" He pointed to side of the room where stacked against the wall were rolls of streamers, bags of balloons, and presents, all of which were in the Slytherin house colors of green and silver.
The headmaster tried to look innocent but it was hopeless. The gig was up.
Severus Snape glared at Albus furiously. "I specifically said NO BIRTHDAY PARTY!!"