Author's Notes: Just a little one-shot, featuring snarky!ranting!Snape, written for a friend.

Disclaimer: No, Snape isn't mine. He's afraid of my 133t Shampoo attack.

~*~ Two Generations of Golden Boys ~*~

They're a sickening bunch.

Golden Boys, the great and perfect and infallible ones. Oh, look at that Sirius Black, so devilishly handsome. And that adorable Remus Lupin, don't you just want to pet him?! Aww... that group of close-knit friends... so charming, so NICE...

Excuse me for a moment while I gag myself with a cauldron ladle.

And no, let me assure you, you do not want to pet Remus Lupin. Especially at certain times of the month when his... ah... moods, shall I say, make hormonal women look like docile and bland little angels.

Bloody Gryffindors. I am mature. An adult. And I shall refrain from calling them insulting and childish names like almost all of Slytherin House is inclined to use. But that does not mean that I shall join them in their happy little tea parties or otherwise their harebrained schemes to go save the ruddy world.

Insufferable... they go off clamoring and scrambling off defending various half-witted people and lukewarm causes... generally without any calculation or plans in mind. And yet, the world in general seems to love idealistic idiots.

However, it must be stated for the record that I, Severus Snape (not to mention the rest of Slytherin House, for that matter) am not 'the world in general'. We don't always 'see eye-to-eye', I suppose you can say.

Thank bloody heavens for that. It would be intolerable if everyone goggled and gushed over the Golden Boys and their invincibility.

Because then, the world would be quite stupid indeed. These people are not invincible. Not by a long shot.

Behind every reckless utopian stands a Slytherin or two who have the duty and obligation to smirk and say "I told you so!" when another impulsive scheme blows up in said utopian's face.

Oh well, someone has to do it.

It's quite unfortunate that these Golden Boys are like sodding dandelions. They don't go away. Year after year after year, there come new ones.

Bloody Harry Potter is just like his father. And his father's disreputable, trouble-making cohorts. The same hero complex. The same overwheening courageous stupidity. The same defiance.

It's all rather grating on one's nerves.

And it's just... splendid that he feels such responsibility for all of us. "I will triumph over evil and save the world from absolute perdition! Friends and loved ones, stay behind me as I vanquish the Dark Lord!"

It must be noted that I am practically drowning in sarcasm.

Yet another generation of Golden Boys.

When will this end?!

Actually, as I am no over-optimistic idealist myself... I know that it never will.

A constant and unceasing irritation.

What... can you blame me for not being all... cheerful and shite around these types? They get so tiresome after a while! And besides, I daresay that after the whole rest of the world hails them as heroes and saints, they would do well with a little variety of opinion.

~*~ Fin ~*~

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