Title: God, I hate MagiTrons.
Author: Dev A/N: I found this challenge in the HP/SS FQF. Thankyou!
Dumbledore decides that the Quidditch pitch should have a MagiTron, can you imagine the havoc this will cause by messages written back and forth from students and teachers?
The whole school had MagiTrons. One each. You could write anything down, and the message would instantly be written on their screen. There were two halves of this magic slate- One for reading messages, one for writing. On the day of the Slytherin/Ravenclaw Quidditch match, the score was 20 to Slytherin, 50 to ravenclaws. These messages were some of the messages sent on that day. Dumbledore was somewhat... pleased with the outcome.
Professor Snape. Looks like your house is losing. To Ravenclaw, no less. How does that feel? -HP
Albus- This is one of your most strange schemes. What do you hope to accomplish with these... things? Minerva
Potter. I have one of the best seekers this school has to offer. We will win. -SS
Snape. You don't have the best seeker. And would you like to place a friendly wager on the outcome of this match? -HP
Minna Don't worry, dear professer. My plan is simple. To promote interhouse interaction. *Albus
Potter. Yes, I do have the best Seeker. A wager? How old are you, Potter? A bet it is. What do I get when I win? -SS
Snape. Oh, I'm sorry. Did that Ravenclaw beater just put your Chaser out of action? How... terrible. A bet. Ok. The loser (you) has to be the other person's (me) slave for 10 hours. How does that sound... Professor? HP
Potter, do not play with me. You will lose, I promise. That sounds quite good. I hope your tongue is ready, Potter. Because you will be licking my shoes, and cleaning my caldrons with it too. SS
Argus Please get that dratted feline away from my garden. It's unhygienic if the HouseElves wish to use the herbs. ~Hagrid.
All students and teachers: Final score: Ravenclaw 170, Slytherin 160. Congratulations, Ravenclaw! -Professor Dumbledore.
Potter. What do you want me to do? SS
Severus- You can call me by my title, first of all. -HP.
ProfessorPotter. Dear God that was hard to write. And who gave you permission to call me Severus? Professor Snape.
Sevvie. I gave myself permission. I'm your master. Now, slave, I'll meet you in your dungeons. Take your clothes off, fold them neatly and put them away. Kneel on the floor, in a subserviant position. -your master.
Yes, master. I'll be waiting.
Minna See? Can you see Professor Snape and Professor Potter? They both look rather happy. They spent the entire match writing to each other. I believe they are having ... tea... in Severus's dungeons. Isn't that charming?! *Albie.
Albie. I can promise you they aren't going to have tea. I was sitting behind severus. I believe they plan something a bit more... adult. Shall we go play Mistress of Pain, now?*Minna
Author: Dev A/N: I found this challenge in the HP/SS FQF. Thankyou!
Dumbledore decides that the Quidditch pitch should have a MagiTron, can you imagine the havoc this will cause by messages written back and forth from students and teachers?
The whole school had MagiTrons. One each. You could write anything down, and the message would instantly be written on their screen. There were two halves of this magic slate- One for reading messages, one for writing. On the day of the Slytherin/Ravenclaw Quidditch match, the score was 20 to Slytherin, 50 to ravenclaws. These messages were some of the messages sent on that day. Dumbledore was somewhat... pleased with the outcome.
Professor Snape. Looks like your house is losing. To Ravenclaw, no less. How does that feel? -HP
Albus- This is one of your most strange schemes. What do you hope to accomplish with these... things? Minerva
Potter. I have one of the best seekers this school has to offer. We will win. -SS
Snape. You don't have the best seeker. And would you like to place a friendly wager on the outcome of this match? -HP
Minna Don't worry, dear professer. My plan is simple. To promote interhouse interaction. *Albus
Potter. Yes, I do have the best Seeker. A wager? How old are you, Potter? A bet it is. What do I get when I win? -SS
Snape. Oh, I'm sorry. Did that Ravenclaw beater just put your Chaser out of action? How... terrible. A bet. Ok. The loser (you) has to be the other person's (me) slave for 10 hours. How does that sound... Professor? HP
Potter, do not play with me. You will lose, I promise. That sounds quite good. I hope your tongue is ready, Potter. Because you will be licking my shoes, and cleaning my caldrons with it too. SS
Argus Please get that dratted feline away from my garden. It's unhygienic if the HouseElves wish to use the herbs. ~Hagrid.
All students and teachers: Final score: Ravenclaw 170, Slytherin 160. Congratulations, Ravenclaw! -Professor Dumbledore.
Potter. What do you want me to do? SS
Severus- You can call me by my title, first of all. -HP.
ProfessorPotter. Dear God that was hard to write. And who gave you permission to call me Severus? Professor Snape.
Sevvie. I gave myself permission. I'm your master. Now, slave, I'll meet you in your dungeons. Take your clothes off, fold them neatly and put them away. Kneel on the floor, in a subserviant position. -your master.
Yes, master. I'll be waiting.
Minna See? Can you see Professor Snape and Professor Potter? They both look rather happy. They spent the entire match writing to each other. I believe they are having ... tea... in Severus's dungeons. Isn't that charming?! *Albie.
Albie. I can promise you they aren't going to have tea. I was sitting behind severus. I believe they plan something a bit more... adult. Shall we go play Mistress of Pain, now?*Minna