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Signora Medusa Snape belongs to no one and wants it know that if anyone tries to declare otherwise they should be a rich wizard with good looks who would like to be nagged, bossed and controlled by a mature woman with an aquiline profile. Applicants please owl - Signora M Snape, Cottage 6, Baldoro's Retirement Village for Elderly Wizards and Witches, Kreaki Village, Sicili.
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Wizards Honour
Part 29
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In Albus Dumbledore's long and eventful life he had discovered that most days were no-pensieve-memory days while some days were one-or-two-pensieve-memory days. In his long life Albus had experienced only a handful of the rarest of all days, those special days that could fill an entire pensieve with memories. The day of the Snapes' Wedding Feast was one of those rare days.
Albus had already made a note to add Medusa Snape's gift giving to his extra-special-cheer-ups pensieve when he caught sight of the decorations in the Great Hall and found another special memory. Filius Flitwick had outdone his previous decoration efforts; not only was there a traditional willow bower, a cocoon-like seat woven out of willow branches, for the 'happy' couple but the bower was decorated with sickeningly cute fluffy green toy snakes and silver bows.
"I wonder if Filius can outrun Severus's hexes?" Albus pondered silently when one of the tiny toy snakes smiled and waved its tail at the Headmaster. The elderly wizard walked calmly between the tables of silent students, the rest of the wedding party trailing behind him. Edgar and Thadeus stayed close to the Headmaster, keeping as far away from Medusa as they could manage.
"Someone please tell me this is a joke," Aurora Sinistra-Snape's voice echoed around the Great Hall. The witch was staring up at the hovering bower.
Severus Snape's acidic, "Unfortunately not," was almost lost in the muffled giggled and whispers coming from the students.
"It is your fault, Severus. It's too late if you do not like her now," Medusa sniped viciously.
Before Severus or Aurora could reply, a voice echoed from the direction of the Gryffindor table.
"What a horrible old witch!"
Everyone in the room fell silent and all eyes, even those of the fluffy toy snakes, turned to look and the young speaker who was now blushing an unbecoming tomato red.
Aurora Sinistra-Snake grinned at the girl and said, "Five points to Gryffindor, Miss Weasley."
It took some time for Headmaster Dumbledore to get everyone to their seats and sitting quietly. Only the threat of waiting even longer for their food kept the children and the bridal couple on their best behaviour.
The Professors Snape sitting in a bower decorated with 'cute' snakes was a chilling scary sight. Severus Snape resembled an extremely disgruntled eagle forced into a nest too small and sweet for him. His appearance and temper were not improved by the balancing act he had to perform to stop his bowl of soup falling to the floor ten feet below. Aurora had succeeded with her soup by ignoring the spoon and drinking it straight from the bowl, much to her sneering husband's disgust.
Albus sat back in his throne-like chair and calmly ignored a few chestnuts that the students were surretitiously throwing at each other and at the sickeningly cute snakes on the bower. Albus also pretended to ignore the silly comments that Professor Trelawney was making; the Divination Professor was trying to give Alastor Moody a hug and the old ex-auror was proving why he had avoided capture or death for some many years.
Moody was twisting away from Sybil for the third time when he accidentally knocked his bowl of soup into her lap.
"Oh, Professor Moody! How could you?" Sybil exclaimed. She glared dramatically at the flustered DADA Teacher.
"But Sybil, don't you know why?" Professor McGonagall said cattily, remining Albus why her animagus was a tabby cat. "Surely you knew that would happen."
Albus lifted his goblet and hid his broad grin in a long sip of wine. He almost choked when a glowing chestnut flew past his ear, a second one following close behind it.
"Sorry, Headmaster," Thadeus Assentor called. "We were aiming for Professor McGonagall's tea."
Professor Dumbledore gave Edgar and Thadeus his best "you are both old enough to know better" look then with a twitch of his hand sent the chestnuts flying into their goblets.
"Oh, good shot!" Edgar chuckled while he wiped a bit of tea off his face.
Albus smiled into his goblet again and began to think about the extra large, family size, special memory projecting pensieve he could now justify buying. A pensieve not only big enough to hold all the fun of the last few months but also strong enough to project the memories as 'home memories'.
The Headmaster chuckled as he pondered all the home memories nights he could force his staff to attend. "Ah, what fun it is to be the boss," he murmured.
In the floating bower Severus Snape finally lost his battle to control his soup bowl and it slipped from his hands. Albus bit his lip as the soup splattered across Draco Malfoy's face and the bowl bounced off Gregory Goyle's head.
To be concluded
Signora Medusa Snape belongs to no one and wants it know that if anyone tries to declare otherwise they should be a rich wizard with good looks who would like to be nagged, bossed and controlled by a mature woman with an aquiline profile. Applicants please owl - Signora M Snape, Cottage 6, Baldoro's Retirement Village for Elderly Wizards and Witches, Kreaki Village, Sicili.
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Wizards Honour
Part 29
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In Albus Dumbledore's long and eventful life he had discovered that most days were no-pensieve-memory days while some days were one-or-two-pensieve-memory days. In his long life Albus had experienced only a handful of the rarest of all days, those special days that could fill an entire pensieve with memories. The day of the Snapes' Wedding Feast was one of those rare days.
Albus had already made a note to add Medusa Snape's gift giving to his extra-special-cheer-ups pensieve when he caught sight of the decorations in the Great Hall and found another special memory. Filius Flitwick had outdone his previous decoration efforts; not only was there a traditional willow bower, a cocoon-like seat woven out of willow branches, for the 'happy' couple but the bower was decorated with sickeningly cute fluffy green toy snakes and silver bows.
"I wonder if Filius can outrun Severus's hexes?" Albus pondered silently when one of the tiny toy snakes smiled and waved its tail at the Headmaster. The elderly wizard walked calmly between the tables of silent students, the rest of the wedding party trailing behind him. Edgar and Thadeus stayed close to the Headmaster, keeping as far away from Medusa as they could manage.
"Someone please tell me this is a joke," Aurora Sinistra-Snape's voice echoed around the Great Hall. The witch was staring up at the hovering bower.
Severus Snape's acidic, "Unfortunately not," was almost lost in the muffled giggled and whispers coming from the students.
"It is your fault, Severus. It's too late if you do not like her now," Medusa sniped viciously.
Before Severus or Aurora could reply, a voice echoed from the direction of the Gryffindor table.
"What a horrible old witch!"
Everyone in the room fell silent and all eyes, even those of the fluffy toy snakes, turned to look and the young speaker who was now blushing an unbecoming tomato red.
Aurora Sinistra-Snake grinned at the girl and said, "Five points to Gryffindor, Miss Weasley."
It took some time for Headmaster Dumbledore to get everyone to their seats and sitting quietly. Only the threat of waiting even longer for their food kept the children and the bridal couple on their best behaviour.
The Professors Snape sitting in a bower decorated with 'cute' snakes was a chilling scary sight. Severus Snape resembled an extremely disgruntled eagle forced into a nest too small and sweet for him. His appearance and temper were not improved by the balancing act he had to perform to stop his bowl of soup falling to the floor ten feet below. Aurora had succeeded with her soup by ignoring the spoon and drinking it straight from the bowl, much to her sneering husband's disgust.
Albus sat back in his throne-like chair and calmly ignored a few chestnuts that the students were surretitiously throwing at each other and at the sickeningly cute snakes on the bower. Albus also pretended to ignore the silly comments that Professor Trelawney was making; the Divination Professor was trying to give Alastor Moody a hug and the old ex-auror was proving why he had avoided capture or death for some many years.
Moody was twisting away from Sybil for the third time when he accidentally knocked his bowl of soup into her lap.
"Oh, Professor Moody! How could you?" Sybil exclaimed. She glared dramatically at the flustered DADA Teacher.
"But Sybil, don't you know why?" Professor McGonagall said cattily, remining Albus why her animagus was a tabby cat. "Surely you knew that would happen."
Albus lifted his goblet and hid his broad grin in a long sip of wine. He almost choked when a glowing chestnut flew past his ear, a second one following close behind it.
"Sorry, Headmaster," Thadeus Assentor called. "We were aiming for Professor McGonagall's tea."
Professor Dumbledore gave Edgar and Thadeus his best "you are both old enough to know better" look then with a twitch of his hand sent the chestnuts flying into their goblets.
"Oh, good shot!" Edgar chuckled while he wiped a bit of tea off his face.
Albus smiled into his goblet again and began to think about the extra large, family size, special memory projecting pensieve he could now justify buying. A pensieve not only big enough to hold all the fun of the last few months but also strong enough to project the memories as 'home memories'.
The Headmaster chuckled as he pondered all the home memories nights he could force his staff to attend. "Ah, what fun it is to be the boss," he murmured.
In the floating bower Severus Snape finally lost his battle to control his soup bowl and it slipped from his hands. Albus bit his lip as the soup splattered across Draco Malfoy's face and the bowl bounced off Gregory Goyle's head.
To be concluded