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Edgar Greenwood would like it know that he does not want to be nagged, bossed and controlled by a mature woman with an aquiline profile and could she please go away.
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Wizards Honour
Part 30
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"That is all Flitwick's fault." Severus Snape snarled darkly as he glared down at the soup garnished figure of Draco Malfoy. Severus sighed dramatically and cast a cleaning spell at the Malfoy heir.
"I am relieved this Hogwarts Marriage is in keeping with the others we have seen here, Friar." The Gray Lady said loudly as she floated past the willow bower.
"Yes," replied the Fat Friar cheerfully, "It's so romantic to see such disorganisation."
Severus was about to tell them to go off and molder somewhere when he saw a chestnut fly through the Grey Lady's feet. His gaze followed the trajectory the little nut had taken back to the Gryffindor table. Only one student had their wand out.
"I saw that Creevy!" Severus sneered down at the boy. He smirked as the Creevey boy went extremely pale and hurriedly put his wand into his robes.
A few more chestnuts came flying towards Snape but before he could act his wife said, "Three nuts to Gryffindor, Mr Finnigan," and fired them back at the Gryffindor table. The chestnuts passed through Nearly Headless Nick's head and the Gryffindor ghost turned to stare up at them.
"You are enjoying this too much, Aurora," Severus murmured into his wife's ear.
She smirked back at him and replied, "It's madness now, Severus, and we're only on the first course."
Severus smiled coldly and said, "Tonight is one night that I am almost glad to not be the castle caretaker."
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"They're all so happy!" Moaning Myrtle's whining voice echoed through the Hogwarts foyer.
"Sickening." Filch grumbled. "All that food and drink and no discipline." He reached down to pat Mrs Norris's ear while the cat batted a chestnut around the floor, "They've got it too good, those students."
"Ooooh, Professor Snape looks angry," chortled Myrtle happily. "He looked really upset."
"Oh dear, oh dear. How very sad." Filch muttered, a twinkle of good humour appearing in his eye.
Anything else that Filch was going to say was lost in the sound of a large screech. Filch turned and saw the Bloody Baron floating close to the foyer ceiling, his spectral hand clasped over Peeve's collar.
"You will not interfere with my success, Peeves." The Baron's voice was cold and eerie. "Or you will regret it for a very, very, very long time."
"Can't I just thrown one chestnut, your Bloodiness?"
"Not while the Snapes are there." The Baron commanded. Peeves grinned wickedly and began to chant something that sounded rather like, "Hurry Up Snapes."
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Peeves soon had his wish. In the bower, Snape ducked another volley of student-spelled chestnuts. "Aurora, kindly stop encouraging the students."
Aurora, who was secretly getting tired of the chestnut game, smirked up at her husband. "You can't stop me, grumpy eagle."
"Oh, yes I can, nut chucker!" Severus hissed darkly at his wife.
"Oh really? Snake-in-a-basket."
"Yes, Pixie-releaser."
"I'd like to see you try, you pot boiler." Aurora smiled. Severus looked out at the students and then grabbed his wife by the shoulders and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
"Ewwwwwww!" chorused younger students and almost all the Snape-hating students in the room.
"How improper!" The Grey Lady hid her face behind her fan while still managing to peek through it at the couple in the bower.
"Oh my," the Fat Friar glided over to the Hufflepuff table and told the children to stop looking at the kissing couple. Meanwhile, Sir Nicholas tried to cover a young first-year's staring eyes with his hands, which was rather a silly idea as the hands in question were transparent.
"Ah, tradition!" The Baron whispered, his menacing voice sounding more triumphant than terrifying.
"Stop that now!" Medusa commanded and cast a charm at the bower that caused it to tip the kissing couple onto the floor of the Great Hall. This was something of a shock as the bower was floating ten and a half feet above the floor at the time.
"I have had enough of this," roared Snape as he launched himself to his feet.
"What? Getting divorced already?" Sprout called out from the teachers table.
Snape shot her the acid-melting glare he usually reserved for his Great-grandmother and Neville Longbottom. Sprout sat back in her chair and watched silently as Snape dragged his wife to her feet and prowled out of the room, the astronomy professor almost running to keep up with him.
"It appears," said Assentor dryly, "that Mr and Mrs Snape have retired for the evening."
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Severus Snape put the last of his books onto the bookshelf and sat down heavily in his chair. That was it; the last of his belongings were in their right places in the new office he was to share with Aurora.
Severus looked around and smirked. No one would have any doubt about who owned what. Aurora's mismatched and very battered astronomy books looked quite folorn beside his indexed, numbered and catalogued potions texts with the matching black covers he'd put on them some years ago. Even his battered cloak somehow looked neater than any of her belongings.
He cast one more gaze around the room, quickly checking that everything was symmetrically aligned then picked up the one thing that didn't fit.
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"What are we doing here?" Aurora whispered sharply as she stumbled though glade of trees and tall grass.
Severus replied with his trademark 'if you wait you will find out' expression and passed her a pair of omnioculars and a small packet of Bertie Botts Beans. He picked up his own pair of omnioculars and trained them on the small cottage.
Aurora was out of bean and getting tired and cranky enough to complain again when two owls flew into view. The owls were carrying a large cardboard box between them which they dropped at the front door. One of the parcel owls flew in the window and a moment later Severus and Aurora heard a voice shout, "All right, I'm going to the door. Don't bite my ear off!"
The cottage door creaked open very slightly and Sirius Black peered out. The wizard looked around for anyone watching him then he darted out the front door, picked up the box and darted back inside.
A few moments later the silence was broken by the sound of high pitched voices singing and Black yelling. Severus and Aurora were about to sneak around the garden so they could look in the window when the front door burst open and a big black dog ran out of the house, a swarm of Cornish Pixies chasing him. The little pixies were singing, "deck the dog with bows of holly" as loudly as they could.
"Huh! He got what he deserved for licking your leg." Severus said straight faced after the dog and his tiny blue admirers disappeared around into the woods on the other side of the cottage.
Aurora looked up at Severus and noticed the tiny twitch of a smile at one end of Severus's mouth. She smiled at him and decided to allow him his lie, for now.
"So, my dear Severus, there is something you now have to tell me." Aurora grinned, "Which are funnier, Hinkypunks or Pixies?"
The twisted smile escaped onto Severus's features and he said, "I am not sure. Perhaps more experimentation is required before I can accurately assess the situation."
Aurora grinned, "Experimentation like that may take many years."
"Yes," Severus replied, his features now coming back under his control and his mind alive with the many tricks he could play on both Sirius and Lucius. "Of course, I shall need an assistant."
"You? Find an assistant? Next thing you'll be telling people you've got yourself a wife?"
"And who would believe that?" Severus replied.
With matching wicked smirks upon their faces the Snapes disapparated with a loud, echoing 'pop'.
The End
Edgar Greenwood would like it know that he does not want to be nagged, bossed and controlled by a mature woman with an aquiline profile and could she please go away.
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Wizards Honour
Part 30
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"That is all Flitwick's fault." Severus Snape snarled darkly as he glared down at the soup garnished figure of Draco Malfoy. Severus sighed dramatically and cast a cleaning spell at the Malfoy heir.
"I am relieved this Hogwarts Marriage is in keeping with the others we have seen here, Friar." The Gray Lady said loudly as she floated past the willow bower.
"Yes," replied the Fat Friar cheerfully, "It's so romantic to see such disorganisation."
Severus was about to tell them to go off and molder somewhere when he saw a chestnut fly through the Grey Lady's feet. His gaze followed the trajectory the little nut had taken back to the Gryffindor table. Only one student had their wand out.
"I saw that Creevy!" Severus sneered down at the boy. He smirked as the Creevey boy went extremely pale and hurriedly put his wand into his robes.
A few more chestnuts came flying towards Snape but before he could act his wife said, "Three nuts to Gryffindor, Mr Finnigan," and fired them back at the Gryffindor table. The chestnuts passed through Nearly Headless Nick's head and the Gryffindor ghost turned to stare up at them.
"You are enjoying this too much, Aurora," Severus murmured into his wife's ear.
She smirked back at him and replied, "It's madness now, Severus, and we're only on the first course."
Severus smiled coldly and said, "Tonight is one night that I am almost glad to not be the castle caretaker."
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"They're all so happy!" Moaning Myrtle's whining voice echoed through the Hogwarts foyer.
"Sickening." Filch grumbled. "All that food and drink and no discipline." He reached down to pat Mrs Norris's ear while the cat batted a chestnut around the floor, "They've got it too good, those students."
"Ooooh, Professor Snape looks angry," chortled Myrtle happily. "He looked really upset."
"Oh dear, oh dear. How very sad." Filch muttered, a twinkle of good humour appearing in his eye.
Anything else that Filch was going to say was lost in the sound of a large screech. Filch turned and saw the Bloody Baron floating close to the foyer ceiling, his spectral hand clasped over Peeve's collar.
"You will not interfere with my success, Peeves." The Baron's voice was cold and eerie. "Or you will regret it for a very, very, very long time."
"Can't I just thrown one chestnut, your Bloodiness?"
"Not while the Snapes are there." The Baron commanded. Peeves grinned wickedly and began to chant something that sounded rather like, "Hurry Up Snapes."
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Peeves soon had his wish. In the bower, Snape ducked another volley of student-spelled chestnuts. "Aurora, kindly stop encouraging the students."
Aurora, who was secretly getting tired of the chestnut game, smirked up at her husband. "You can't stop me, grumpy eagle."
"Oh, yes I can, nut chucker!" Severus hissed darkly at his wife.
"Oh really? Snake-in-a-basket."
"Yes, Pixie-releaser."
"I'd like to see you try, you pot boiler." Aurora smiled. Severus looked out at the students and then grabbed his wife by the shoulders and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
"Ewwwwwww!" chorused younger students and almost all the Snape-hating students in the room.
"How improper!" The Grey Lady hid her face behind her fan while still managing to peek through it at the couple in the bower.
"Oh my," the Fat Friar glided over to the Hufflepuff table and told the children to stop looking at the kissing couple. Meanwhile, Sir Nicholas tried to cover a young first-year's staring eyes with his hands, which was rather a silly idea as the hands in question were transparent.
"Ah, tradition!" The Baron whispered, his menacing voice sounding more triumphant than terrifying.
"Stop that now!" Medusa commanded and cast a charm at the bower that caused it to tip the kissing couple onto the floor of the Great Hall. This was something of a shock as the bower was floating ten and a half feet above the floor at the time.
"I have had enough of this," roared Snape as he launched himself to his feet.
"What? Getting divorced already?" Sprout called out from the teachers table.
Snape shot her the acid-melting glare he usually reserved for his Great-grandmother and Neville Longbottom. Sprout sat back in her chair and watched silently as Snape dragged his wife to her feet and prowled out of the room, the astronomy professor almost running to keep up with him.
"It appears," said Assentor dryly, "that Mr and Mrs Snape have retired for the evening."
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Severus Snape put the last of his books onto the bookshelf and sat down heavily in his chair. That was it; the last of his belongings were in their right places in the new office he was to share with Aurora.
Severus looked around and smirked. No one would have any doubt about who owned what. Aurora's mismatched and very battered astronomy books looked quite folorn beside his indexed, numbered and catalogued potions texts with the matching black covers he'd put on them some years ago. Even his battered cloak somehow looked neater than any of her belongings.
He cast one more gaze around the room, quickly checking that everything was symmetrically aligned then picked up the one thing that didn't fit.
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"What are we doing here?" Aurora whispered sharply as she stumbled though glade of trees and tall grass.
Severus replied with his trademark 'if you wait you will find out' expression and passed her a pair of omnioculars and a small packet of Bertie Botts Beans. He picked up his own pair of omnioculars and trained them on the small cottage.
Aurora was out of bean and getting tired and cranky enough to complain again when two owls flew into view. The owls were carrying a large cardboard box between them which they dropped at the front door. One of the parcel owls flew in the window and a moment later Severus and Aurora heard a voice shout, "All right, I'm going to the door. Don't bite my ear off!"
The cottage door creaked open very slightly and Sirius Black peered out. The wizard looked around for anyone watching him then he darted out the front door, picked up the box and darted back inside.
A few moments later the silence was broken by the sound of high pitched voices singing and Black yelling. Severus and Aurora were about to sneak around the garden so they could look in the window when the front door burst open and a big black dog ran out of the house, a swarm of Cornish Pixies chasing him. The little pixies were singing, "deck the dog with bows of holly" as loudly as they could.
"Huh! He got what he deserved for licking your leg." Severus said straight faced after the dog and his tiny blue admirers disappeared around into the woods on the other side of the cottage.
Aurora looked up at Severus and noticed the tiny twitch of a smile at one end of Severus's mouth. She smiled at him and decided to allow him his lie, for now.
"So, my dear Severus, there is something you now have to tell me." Aurora grinned, "Which are funnier, Hinkypunks or Pixies?"
The twisted smile escaped onto Severus's features and he said, "I am not sure. Perhaps more experimentation is required before I can accurately assess the situation."
Aurora grinned, "Experimentation like that may take many years."
"Yes," Severus replied, his features now coming back under his control and his mind alive with the many tricks he could play on both Sirius and Lucius. "Of course, I shall need an assistant."
"You? Find an assistant? Next thing you'll be telling people you've got yourself a wife?"
"And who would believe that?" Severus replied.
With matching wicked smirks upon their faces the Snapes disapparated with a loud, echoing 'pop'.
The End