A/N: Back with chapter three! Thank you very much to all who
reviewed, especially "Me", who left a very nice review. And yes, that was a
typo at the end of chapter two. I did mean "sit tight", not "sight tight."
Whoops. Also, I'm sorry about the funky, hard-to-read spacing on the last
two chapters. FFN does that sometimes, it squashes everything together. I
hope this one turns out a little better. Keep on the lookout for chapter
four, which will hopefully be up soon!
Cheers,
Athalia.
Snaps For Severus!
Chapter Three: Snaps For Remus!
And I believe this is where we last left dear Severus, staring morosely at the staff room wall and wondering whether or not he could kill himself by lodging a lemon drop in his own throat.
"What we do with the Snap Cup," Dumbledore explained enthusiastically, "is we each write down something we like about a certain person." He began passing around little slips of parchment and quills. "And then we read them out loud and we all snap for that person! Isn't that wonderful?" He grinned. Curse my head off and paint the walls with my brains, thought Severus.
"Professor Dumbledore," McGonagall spoke up, "is this really necessary. Some of us have much more constructive things we could be doing today-"
"Nonsense, Minerva!" Dumbledore cut her off. "The friendships that shall be built in this room today will prove to be invaluable in future endeavors!"
"Professor Dumbledore, sir," said Hagrid, "I just remembered I have ter go.er.give Fluffy a bath."
"I'm sure Fluffy won't mind you being slightly late, Hagrid. We've much more important things to do, so whatever anyone had planned previously can wait!"
Severus groaned inwardly. He'd never been subjected to anything so idiotic in his life and it hadn't even really started yet.
"Headmaster." He might as well try. "As I'm sure no one has anything particularly pleasant to say about me and I'm very busy today, perhaps I should just-"
"You're not leaving, Severus! I'm sure everyone can find something wonderful to say about you!"
Professor McGonagall laughed behind her hand. "Now."said Dumbledore, ignoring McGonagall, "Whom shall we start off with.?"
Everyone appeared to be trying to sink into the couch. Severus cursed himself for not having a bottle of Invisibility Potion with him. It would have done him so much good.
"Remus!" said the Headmaster. "You look like you could do with a bit of cheering up!" Lupin's face turned as gray as the tips of his hair.
"Actually, Professor Dumbledore," said Lupin hurriedly, "I've been having a wonderful day so far and-" "Then this can only make it better!" said Dumbledore. "Now, everyone write down what you like best about Remus on the scraps of parchment, sign you name, and put them in the Snap Cup!" Severus smirked. This whole ordeal might not turn out so bad after all. The rest of the staff shook their heads, but began writing on their slips of parchment, nonetheless, occasionally looking up to stare meditatively at Lupin, who looked as if he wanted nothing more than to spontaneously combust.
Severus began writing down his "compliment" for Lupin. He glanced up at him briefly and their eyes met. Lupin turned an even more sickly shade of gray. Since the demise of his little friend Black, Lupin had seemed not only thinner and more exhausted than usual, but he seemed jumpy, afraid of his own shadow. And so of course, Severus was taking full advantage of this, lurking creepily in the shadows, swooping out from around corners unexpectedly; the kind of childish things they did in their Hogwarts days that, for some reason, still gave him so much satisfaction now.
When he was finished, he folded the slip of parchment and dropped it unceremoniously into the cup.
"Is everyone finished?" asked Dumbledore, looking around. "Alright, then," he said when no one responded, "let's see what you all had to say about Remus." He picked the cup up from the center of the table and took out a slip of parchment. "Okay, this one is from Minerva." McGonagall stared fixedly at the leg of the table, avoiding everyone's eyes. "'While he was here,'" read Dumbledore, "'Remus was one of the best Defense Against The Dark Arts teachers Hogwarts has ever seen.' Isn't that nice? Snaps for Remus, everyone!" Nothing. Not a sound. "This is the part where we all snap for Remus." Dumbledore reminded them. Everyone sat up, as if being abruptly awoken from a reverie and began snapping half-heartedly.
"And this one," Dumbledore took out another compliment, "is from Hagrid! It says, 'Lupin was the best Defense teacher Hogwarts ever had, especially compared to the numbskulls who came before him.' Snaps for Remus!" More snapping. The sound was already beginning to grate on Severus's nerves. It went on like this for quite a while. Apparently a lot of people thought Lupin was the best Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher Hogwarts ever had. Apparently Severus worked alongside a herd of morons.
"Oh," said Dumbledore, looking at the paper in his hand. "Here's one from Severus." Lupin immediately began choking on the lemon drop he'd been loudly and annoyingly slurping on and Professor Sprout had to whack him on the back until it dislodged itself from his throat.
"Alright, Remus? Yes? Well, anyway, what Severus like best about Remus is that..." he glanced at the parchment. "Er.....'So far, Lupin has managed not to give the rest of us fleas.' We, er, snaps for Remus!"
As the sound of unenthused snapping rang through the room once more, Severus looked around at his co-workers and wondered what idiotic, greeting card-esque things would be said about them. He also wondered, gazing at a flustered looking Remus Lupin, a man who seemed to be crumbling before everyone's eyes, whether or not the werewolf would finally lower himself to seeking revenge.
Cheers,
Athalia.
Snaps For Severus!
Chapter Three: Snaps For Remus!
And I believe this is where we last left dear Severus, staring morosely at the staff room wall and wondering whether or not he could kill himself by lodging a lemon drop in his own throat.
"What we do with the Snap Cup," Dumbledore explained enthusiastically, "is we each write down something we like about a certain person." He began passing around little slips of parchment and quills. "And then we read them out loud and we all snap for that person! Isn't that wonderful?" He grinned. Curse my head off and paint the walls with my brains, thought Severus.
"Professor Dumbledore," McGonagall spoke up, "is this really necessary. Some of us have much more constructive things we could be doing today-"
"Nonsense, Minerva!" Dumbledore cut her off. "The friendships that shall be built in this room today will prove to be invaluable in future endeavors!"
"Professor Dumbledore, sir," said Hagrid, "I just remembered I have ter go.er.give Fluffy a bath."
"I'm sure Fluffy won't mind you being slightly late, Hagrid. We've much more important things to do, so whatever anyone had planned previously can wait!"
Severus groaned inwardly. He'd never been subjected to anything so idiotic in his life and it hadn't even really started yet.
"Headmaster." He might as well try. "As I'm sure no one has anything particularly pleasant to say about me and I'm very busy today, perhaps I should just-"
"You're not leaving, Severus! I'm sure everyone can find something wonderful to say about you!"
Professor McGonagall laughed behind her hand. "Now."said Dumbledore, ignoring McGonagall, "Whom shall we start off with.?"
Everyone appeared to be trying to sink into the couch. Severus cursed himself for not having a bottle of Invisibility Potion with him. It would have done him so much good.
"Remus!" said the Headmaster. "You look like you could do with a bit of cheering up!" Lupin's face turned as gray as the tips of his hair.
"Actually, Professor Dumbledore," said Lupin hurriedly, "I've been having a wonderful day so far and-" "Then this can only make it better!" said Dumbledore. "Now, everyone write down what you like best about Remus on the scraps of parchment, sign you name, and put them in the Snap Cup!" Severus smirked. This whole ordeal might not turn out so bad after all. The rest of the staff shook their heads, but began writing on their slips of parchment, nonetheless, occasionally looking up to stare meditatively at Lupin, who looked as if he wanted nothing more than to spontaneously combust.
Severus began writing down his "compliment" for Lupin. He glanced up at him briefly and their eyes met. Lupin turned an even more sickly shade of gray. Since the demise of his little friend Black, Lupin had seemed not only thinner and more exhausted than usual, but he seemed jumpy, afraid of his own shadow. And so of course, Severus was taking full advantage of this, lurking creepily in the shadows, swooping out from around corners unexpectedly; the kind of childish things they did in their Hogwarts days that, for some reason, still gave him so much satisfaction now.
When he was finished, he folded the slip of parchment and dropped it unceremoniously into the cup.
"Is everyone finished?" asked Dumbledore, looking around. "Alright, then," he said when no one responded, "let's see what you all had to say about Remus." He picked the cup up from the center of the table and took out a slip of parchment. "Okay, this one is from Minerva." McGonagall stared fixedly at the leg of the table, avoiding everyone's eyes. "'While he was here,'" read Dumbledore, "'Remus was one of the best Defense Against The Dark Arts teachers Hogwarts has ever seen.' Isn't that nice? Snaps for Remus, everyone!" Nothing. Not a sound. "This is the part where we all snap for Remus." Dumbledore reminded them. Everyone sat up, as if being abruptly awoken from a reverie and began snapping half-heartedly.
"And this one," Dumbledore took out another compliment, "is from Hagrid! It says, 'Lupin was the best Defense teacher Hogwarts ever had, especially compared to the numbskulls who came before him.' Snaps for Remus!" More snapping. The sound was already beginning to grate on Severus's nerves. It went on like this for quite a while. Apparently a lot of people thought Lupin was the best Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher Hogwarts ever had. Apparently Severus worked alongside a herd of morons.
"Oh," said Dumbledore, looking at the paper in his hand. "Here's one from Severus." Lupin immediately began choking on the lemon drop he'd been loudly and annoyingly slurping on and Professor Sprout had to whack him on the back until it dislodged itself from his throat.
"Alright, Remus? Yes? Well, anyway, what Severus like best about Remus is that..." he glanced at the parchment. "Er.....'So far, Lupin has managed not to give the rest of us fleas.' We, er, snaps for Remus!"
As the sound of unenthused snapping rang through the room once more, Severus looked around at his co-workers and wondered what idiotic, greeting card-esque things would be said about them. He also wondered, gazing at a flustered looking Remus Lupin, a man who seemed to be crumbling before everyone's eyes, whether or not the werewolf would finally lower himself to seeking revenge.