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Wizards Honour
Part 11
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Severus Snape prided himself on his clear, logical, sensible-if-pessimistic view of the world. To the Hogwarts' Potions Master, magic and life were to be analysed and controlled as he saw fit; while emotions were to be ignored or used against others to achieve his means. Above all, Snape believed that skill, working creatively within the rules, common sense and guile would get him through any situation.
It was unfortunate then that the logical, clear thinking, sensible part of Severus Snape's conscious mind closed down the moment he began to kiss Aurora Sinistra.
Of the few parts of Snape's mind that were functioning, one did have enough sense to recognise that screaming 'yippee' in the middle of the Slytherin Common Room might not be the best idea. Instead his mind contented itself with enjoying the kiss and ignoring the way Sinistra was punching Snape's chest and kicking his shins.
At the same time, Professor Sinistra's mind was functioning perfectly normally, if a little fuzzily form lack of oxygen. She came to realise, two minutes into the kiss that stopping it was going to be her responsibility. That was easier said that done, for Sinistra's waist was held in a very firm grip by the bemused Potions Master.
The Slytherin students were cheering wildly when Sinistra grabbed Snape by the shoulders and pushed him away from her, breaking their kiss. Snape staggered back a few paces and stared up at the streamers. He missed seeing Sinistra run from the room.
"Wow! Three minutes eleven seconds!"
"Way to go Professors!"
"Was he using gillyweed or something?"
"I'm betting on the 'or something'?"
"Here, is that a new teacher's record?"
"Don't ask me, Goyle. Prefects don't keep that kind of information."
"As if I'd believe that."
"Believe what you want, Malfoy."
Slowly the students' comments leeched into Snape's brain and began to kick-start his mind.
"What in the name of Merlin did you do?" Snape's conscience screamed at him. Severus ignored his conscience with the expert ease of years of practice and unleashed the rage that was suddenly bubbling up within him onto the students.
"That's enough." Snape scowled around the room. He noticed that Aurora Sinistra was no where to be seen.
"Who set the Mistletoe loose?" Snape said in icy tones.
The students fell silent. They had often seen Snape angry but his icy anger was rare even in Slytherin House.
"If I do not find out who did this before Christmas I shall keep the entire House back one hour on the next Hogsmeade weekend. Am I understood?"
The students remained silent but nodded their understanding.
"Finish your food," Snape snarled and glided out of the room. He wondered why he was feeling so angry. He was still wondering two hours and a dozen smashed-and-repaired potion bottles later.
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"Merry Christmas, my dear." Edgar smiled cheerfully at his great-niece and bundled her into the warm parlour in his little cottage. Edgar waved his wand and sent Aurora's suitcase floating upstairs before he returned to sit in his overstuffed chair by the fire.
"Didn't you bring your young man?"
"No, Uncle Edgar." Aurora sighed. "He's not my 'young man' and he's not here. Professor Snape is spending his Christmas at Hogwarts."
"I see." Edgar said cheerfully. "Oh well, maybe next year."
"Not likely," muttered Aurora mutinously. She had been trying to avoid thinking of Snape all day and especially since she'd left Hogwarts without facing him.
Sinistra wasn't sure what the Slytherin students had put in the Enchanted Exploding Flying Mistletoe but whatever it was poor Snape had obviously got a full dose of it. She hoped the man had recovered his senses and his dignity by now.
Aurora sighed again and stared into the fire. Perhaps if she was a bit braver and a lot less embarrassed she would have checked that Snape was all right. Although, she had done her duty and told Dumbledore what had happened. The Headmaster had behaved strangely, muttering something about Moody and the Baron before he'd granted her permission to leave Hogwarts a day early.
Edgar Greenwood watched his great-niece continue to stare into the fire. He bit back a smile when she sighed for the third time since her arrival and asked, "Did you tell him he was invited?"
"Pardon?"
"Professor Snape? Did you tell him he was invited?"
"No." Aurora replied. "He's been very busy." Aurora stomped on the memory of how Snape had been occupied under the mistletoe and the thought that he was a surprisingly good kisser. She concentrated on the way he'd insulted her in the Staff Meeting Room and had soon quashed any warm feelings she had towards Professor Snape.
"If I had invited him he might have poisoned you," she said sternly.
"I see," Edgar paled and quickly changed the subject to the antics of Minum, his budgerigar.
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"Well, hello there," Hagrid grinned down at a large, scruffy black dog which sat outside Hagrid's hut. "Come to spend Christmas with Harry, have you Snuffles?"
Sirius 'Snuffles' Black nodded his head, wagged his tail and thought, "Amongst other things."
To be continued
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Wizards Honour
Part 11
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Severus Snape prided himself on his clear, logical, sensible-if-pessimistic view of the world. To the Hogwarts' Potions Master, magic and life were to be analysed and controlled as he saw fit; while emotions were to be ignored or used against others to achieve his means. Above all, Snape believed that skill, working creatively within the rules, common sense and guile would get him through any situation.
It was unfortunate then that the logical, clear thinking, sensible part of Severus Snape's conscious mind closed down the moment he began to kiss Aurora Sinistra.
Of the few parts of Snape's mind that were functioning, one did have enough sense to recognise that screaming 'yippee' in the middle of the Slytherin Common Room might not be the best idea. Instead his mind contented itself with enjoying the kiss and ignoring the way Sinistra was punching Snape's chest and kicking his shins.
At the same time, Professor Sinistra's mind was functioning perfectly normally, if a little fuzzily form lack of oxygen. She came to realise, two minutes into the kiss that stopping it was going to be her responsibility. That was easier said that done, for Sinistra's waist was held in a very firm grip by the bemused Potions Master.
The Slytherin students were cheering wildly when Sinistra grabbed Snape by the shoulders and pushed him away from her, breaking their kiss. Snape staggered back a few paces and stared up at the streamers. He missed seeing Sinistra run from the room.
"Wow! Three minutes eleven seconds!"
"Way to go Professors!"
"Was he using gillyweed or something?"
"I'm betting on the 'or something'?"
"Here, is that a new teacher's record?"
"Don't ask me, Goyle. Prefects don't keep that kind of information."
"As if I'd believe that."
"Believe what you want, Malfoy."
Slowly the students' comments leeched into Snape's brain and began to kick-start his mind.
"What in the name of Merlin did you do?" Snape's conscience screamed at him. Severus ignored his conscience with the expert ease of years of practice and unleashed the rage that was suddenly bubbling up within him onto the students.
"That's enough." Snape scowled around the room. He noticed that Aurora Sinistra was no where to be seen.
"Who set the Mistletoe loose?" Snape said in icy tones.
The students fell silent. They had often seen Snape angry but his icy anger was rare even in Slytherin House.
"If I do not find out who did this before Christmas I shall keep the entire House back one hour on the next Hogsmeade weekend. Am I understood?"
The students remained silent but nodded their understanding.
"Finish your food," Snape snarled and glided out of the room. He wondered why he was feeling so angry. He was still wondering two hours and a dozen smashed-and-repaired potion bottles later.
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"Merry Christmas, my dear." Edgar smiled cheerfully at his great-niece and bundled her into the warm parlour in his little cottage. Edgar waved his wand and sent Aurora's suitcase floating upstairs before he returned to sit in his overstuffed chair by the fire.
"Didn't you bring your young man?"
"No, Uncle Edgar." Aurora sighed. "He's not my 'young man' and he's not here. Professor Snape is spending his Christmas at Hogwarts."
"I see." Edgar said cheerfully. "Oh well, maybe next year."
"Not likely," muttered Aurora mutinously. She had been trying to avoid thinking of Snape all day and especially since she'd left Hogwarts without facing him.
Sinistra wasn't sure what the Slytherin students had put in the Enchanted Exploding Flying Mistletoe but whatever it was poor Snape had obviously got a full dose of it. She hoped the man had recovered his senses and his dignity by now.
Aurora sighed again and stared into the fire. Perhaps if she was a bit braver and a lot less embarrassed she would have checked that Snape was all right. Although, she had done her duty and told Dumbledore what had happened. The Headmaster had behaved strangely, muttering something about Moody and the Baron before he'd granted her permission to leave Hogwarts a day early.
Edgar Greenwood watched his great-niece continue to stare into the fire. He bit back a smile when she sighed for the third time since her arrival and asked, "Did you tell him he was invited?"
"Pardon?"
"Professor Snape? Did you tell him he was invited?"
"No." Aurora replied. "He's been very busy." Aurora stomped on the memory of how Snape had been occupied under the mistletoe and the thought that he was a surprisingly good kisser. She concentrated on the way he'd insulted her in the Staff Meeting Room and had soon quashed any warm feelings she had towards Professor Snape.
"If I had invited him he might have poisoned you," she said sternly.
"I see," Edgar paled and quickly changed the subject to the antics of Minum, his budgerigar.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well, hello there," Hagrid grinned down at a large, scruffy black dog which sat outside Hagrid's hut. "Come to spend Christmas with Harry, have you Snuffles?"
Sirius 'Snuffles' Black nodded his head, wagged his tail and thought, "Amongst other things."
To be continued