SEVERUS SNAPE RESORTS TO BARTERING WITH DUMBLEDORE FOR THE DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS JOB

"I've got the last fifty issues of Excalibur, mint in the bag, PLUS a really rare Boba Fett action figure," Snape said wearily. He had been sitting in the Headmaster's office for nearly four hours, boxes of comics, collectibles and posters spread out all around them.

"Is it NRFB?" Dumbledore asked. A never-removed-from-box Boba Fett was worth quite a lot in the wizarding comic trade market, for some inexplicable reason. Snape fidgeted.

"It has the box WITH it," he said slowly. Dumbledore leaned back on his hands and stared up at the ceiling.

"Man, too bad," he said. "The DA job is REALLY cool, I've been hanging onto it for years now. I wouldn't give it to just ANYone. . ."

"OK, OK," Snape said quickly. "I'll also give you the Millienium Falcon with it." He held up a mint-in-the-box fifteen inch spaceship.

"Throw in that bag of marbles and you've got a deal, mister," Dumbledore answered. Snape looked aghast.

"Not my CAT'S-EYES!" he yelled. He stood up stiffly and began hurriedly putting things back into their boxes. "Screw you, Dumbledore, keep the job. I don't even want it anyhow, it's lame."

"Yeah, suuuuure it is," Dumbledore snickered. Snape marched out of the office, boxes under both arms.

"The guy is SUCH a tool," he muttered.