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A/N: I do now own Any Harry Potter character or Chuck E. Cheese, although if I did I would be rich, living off the invention of a robotic rat doing stupid songs for a bunch of six year olds. I don't think I would like that at all. If I owned Harry Potter, I would be J.K. Rowling, and she doesn't do fanfics, I guess. I mean it would be cool if she did. I do, however, own the employees at the Chuck E. Cheese, because I made them up! HAHAHA!
After five minutes, he slowly walked into the place. If it wasn't sickening enough on the outside, it surely was inside. There was a man in a rat costume hugging a little girl. A show, by what he had to assume were the robots Dumbledore, was talking about was going on. Muggle games that made noises and lit up were placed everywhere. There was also a stand, which held stuffed animals, and other useless muggle toys.
"I can't see how this could be worse than Azkaban!" Severus mumbled to himself. A teenager, no older than eighteen came up to him, wearing a lurid purple uniform, which told him that he must work here in this dreadful place.
"You must be our new employee. My name is Kyle. I'm the manager here. Who are you?" He looked at Severus quizzically. He was still wearing his robes, and had his wand in his hand.
"I'm Severus." He said stiffly. "Severus Snape."
"Hi Sev!" Snape cringed at being called Sev by someone much younger than him, and with no magical skills whatsoever. "You will be on clean up duty this week."
He could only dread his next week. And by now he was in his own lurid purple uniform cleaning up after kids. He really hated his job. He scowled at the mess that he was forced to clean up, which contained a half eaten pizza, two wads of gum, five cokes, numerous wadded up napkins, and something he didn't want to know was. He also had to sweep up the floor, which was of course gross. He scowled while doing his job. He also turned the Rat costume green with his own brand of magic. . So far in one day, he scared five kids, just by looking at them.
By 7:00 pm, he thankfully went home in the car the Dumbledore conveniently provided for him. It was bewitched to get him to his house, as he didn't know how to drive a car or where he would live. When they got to the house, he sighed a sigh of relief. It looked habitable. It looked like his dungeon. It looked Medieval. He liked that. He had all night to regroup for tomorrow. What would he have for dinner? He decided to have some Chinese food. He knew what that was and he actually liked it. When he went to pick it up, it took him five minutes to figure out how much he owed the guy. Snarling at his Dollar Bills, the take out guy just gave it to him on the house.
So, He went home, ate his Chinese, and watched Hannibal. After watching it, he slept with his wand clenched in his hand. Surely muggles don't really act that way? Do they really eat brains right out of the skull? (AN: Sorry if I ruined Hannibal for you. Well, that's the only part I will mention.)
That night he had a dream that Dumbledore came up to him while working and told him that they found a new potions professor and that they didn't need him anymore. Then Kyle, the manager told him to keep cleaning. He woke up screaming in horror.
A/N: I do now own Any Harry Potter character or Chuck E. Cheese, although if I did I would be rich, living off the invention of a robotic rat doing stupid songs for a bunch of six year olds. I don't think I would like that at all. If I owned Harry Potter, I would be J.K. Rowling, and she doesn't do fanfics, I guess. I mean it would be cool if she did. I do, however, own the employees at the Chuck E. Cheese, because I made them up! HAHAHA!
After five minutes, he slowly walked into the place. If it wasn't sickening enough on the outside, it surely was inside. There was a man in a rat costume hugging a little girl. A show, by what he had to assume were the robots Dumbledore, was talking about was going on. Muggle games that made noises and lit up were placed everywhere. There was also a stand, which held stuffed animals, and other useless muggle toys.
"I can't see how this could be worse than Azkaban!" Severus mumbled to himself. A teenager, no older than eighteen came up to him, wearing a lurid purple uniform, which told him that he must work here in this dreadful place.
"You must be our new employee. My name is Kyle. I'm the manager here. Who are you?" He looked at Severus quizzically. He was still wearing his robes, and had his wand in his hand.
"I'm Severus." He said stiffly. "Severus Snape."
"Hi Sev!" Snape cringed at being called Sev by someone much younger than him, and with no magical skills whatsoever. "You will be on clean up duty this week."
He could only dread his next week. And by now he was in his own lurid purple uniform cleaning up after kids. He really hated his job. He scowled at the mess that he was forced to clean up, which contained a half eaten pizza, two wads of gum, five cokes, numerous wadded up napkins, and something he didn't want to know was. He also had to sweep up the floor, which was of course gross. He scowled while doing his job. He also turned the Rat costume green with his own brand of magic. . So far in one day, he scared five kids, just by looking at them.
By 7:00 pm, he thankfully went home in the car the Dumbledore conveniently provided for him. It was bewitched to get him to his house, as he didn't know how to drive a car or where he would live. When they got to the house, he sighed a sigh of relief. It looked habitable. It looked like his dungeon. It looked Medieval. He liked that. He had all night to regroup for tomorrow. What would he have for dinner? He decided to have some Chinese food. He knew what that was and he actually liked it. When he went to pick it up, it took him five minutes to figure out how much he owed the guy. Snarling at his Dollar Bills, the take out guy just gave it to him on the house.
So, He went home, ate his Chinese, and watched Hannibal. After watching it, he slept with his wand clenched in his hand. Surely muggles don't really act that way? Do they really eat brains right out of the skull? (AN: Sorry if I ruined Hannibal for you. Well, that's the only part I will mention.)
That night he had a dream that Dumbledore came up to him while working and told him that they found a new potions professor and that they didn't need him anymore. Then Kyle, the manager told him to keep cleaning. He woke up screaming in horror.