Suddenly there is a sharp rap on Snape's office door.
"Come in." He growls. Dumbledore briskly enters.
"Severus, glad I found you. The staff is having a meeting this afternoon after the last class of the day. It's to discuss the end of year ball. We've had a few more suggestions since yesterday."
"Fine. What room?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."
Of all places. "Sure thing."
"Goodbye till then." Dumbledore walks off leaving Severus alone with his thoughts.
Bloody ball. Like those students deserve more reason to be happy.
His next class comes and goes. Harry Potter loses 10 points for Gyffindor for talking about unrelated subjects. Snape gives the famous trio extra homework hoping they'll pay attention to the task in hand next lesson. Although he highly doubts that.
So the time for the meeting comes and Snapes seals his classroom with a password spell before ascending the damp stone stairs.
Severus, being quite fit, takes the steps two at a time. He reaches the top of the third set quickly without shortness of breath.
Opening the door he finds the room to be empty so he takes a seat at the back of the classroom waiting for the other teachers to arrive.
Suddenly, Professor Bitters enters the room from the right where her office is located.
"Oh, Professor Snape. Early I see." Bitters exclaims.
"I am never early nor late. I am always on time." Snape replies in an annoyed tone.
"Well then, everyone else must be late." Bitters retorts.
"Yes quite." Snape does not care for her sarcasm and chooses to ignore it.
Snape sits quietly while Bitters organizes her papers. After a few minutes Snape's growing irritation gets the better of him.
"Where the heck are they?" He blurts out.
"Oh, like I know!" Bitters growls back.
"Well this is bloody ridiculous. They should be here by now."
"Maybe they cancelled it."
"Oh, like Dumbledore's going to forget to tell us." Snape rationalized.
"Well I don't have the answers and you don't have the answers."
"No, really?" Sarcasm drips from Snape's lip like poison.
"Well, while you're here I want ask you something."
"Hmm?" Snape looks at her through snake-like slits in his eyes.
"I've heard you don't like Potter much."
A scoffing noise comes from deep inside Snape's throat. That's the understatement of the century.
"I was wondering," Bitters continues, "how do you deal with him? What's the best way to drum sense into him?"
"It would take a team of highly skilled professionals years to make that boy see sense, and even then I doubt if they would succeed. As for me, deducting points, extra homework and detentions seems to keep on his toes."
"But that still doesn't work. Am I right?"
"Quite." Snape, never having discussed this with anyone before does not know exactly to act, and stiffens into silence. He looks around the room to pass the time.
She's got everything in here. His gaze takes in some particularly evil looking Blogger beasts sitting in a cage behind her desk. Grr.
"Well it looks like the meeting's off. I'm going now." Snape suddenly spits causing Bitters to jump.
"Yes. Waste of time." She agrees with a sneer.
"Before I go, you might want to rethink keeping those Bloggers. Very tricky creatures and certainly not tame enough for a woman like you to handle." With that he turns on his heel and storms out the door. Pathetic, letting a woman get the job. Dumbledore seems to be losing his mind more and more each year.
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"Come in." He growls. Dumbledore briskly enters.
"Severus, glad I found you. The staff is having a meeting this afternoon after the last class of the day. It's to discuss the end of year ball. We've had a few more suggestions since yesterday."
"Fine. What room?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."
Of all places. "Sure thing."
"Goodbye till then." Dumbledore walks off leaving Severus alone with his thoughts.
Bloody ball. Like those students deserve more reason to be happy.
His next class comes and goes. Harry Potter loses 10 points for Gyffindor for talking about unrelated subjects. Snape gives the famous trio extra homework hoping they'll pay attention to the task in hand next lesson. Although he highly doubts that.
So the time for the meeting comes and Snapes seals his classroom with a password spell before ascending the damp stone stairs.
Severus, being quite fit, takes the steps two at a time. He reaches the top of the third set quickly without shortness of breath.
Opening the door he finds the room to be empty so he takes a seat at the back of the classroom waiting for the other teachers to arrive.
Suddenly, Professor Bitters enters the room from the right where her office is located.
"Oh, Professor Snape. Early I see." Bitters exclaims.
"I am never early nor late. I am always on time." Snape replies in an annoyed tone.
"Well then, everyone else must be late." Bitters retorts.
"Yes quite." Snape does not care for her sarcasm and chooses to ignore it.
Snape sits quietly while Bitters organizes her papers. After a few minutes Snape's growing irritation gets the better of him.
"Where the heck are they?" He blurts out.
"Oh, like I know!" Bitters growls back.
"Well this is bloody ridiculous. They should be here by now."
"Maybe they cancelled it."
"Oh, like Dumbledore's going to forget to tell us." Snape rationalized.
"Well I don't have the answers and you don't have the answers."
"No, really?" Sarcasm drips from Snape's lip like poison.
"Well, while you're here I want ask you something."
"Hmm?" Snape looks at her through snake-like slits in his eyes.
"I've heard you don't like Potter much."
A scoffing noise comes from deep inside Snape's throat. That's the understatement of the century.
"I was wondering," Bitters continues, "how do you deal with him? What's the best way to drum sense into him?"
"It would take a team of highly skilled professionals years to make that boy see sense, and even then I doubt if they would succeed. As for me, deducting points, extra homework and detentions seems to keep on his toes."
"But that still doesn't work. Am I right?"
"Quite." Snape, never having discussed this with anyone before does not know exactly to act, and stiffens into silence. He looks around the room to pass the time.
She's got everything in here. His gaze takes in some particularly evil looking Blogger beasts sitting in a cage behind her desk. Grr.
"Well it looks like the meeting's off. I'm going now." Snape suddenly spits causing Bitters to jump.
"Yes. Waste of time." She agrees with a sneer.
"Before I go, you might want to rethink keeping those Bloggers. Very tricky creatures and certainly not tame enough for a woman like you to handle." With that he turns on his heel and storms out the door. Pathetic, letting a woman get the job. Dumbledore seems to be losing his mind more and more each year.
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