Stolen Child
Chapter IV Deliver Me
Professor Severus Snape awoke at the same time as always, staring up at the same ceiling as always, lying on his back as always, a warm fire in his fireplace. Accept something was indeed different. The angle was all wrong, and his bed was much too hard. He sat up and looked around, realizing that sometime during the night, he had rolled into the floor, and was now tangle in a heap of satiny blankets and sheets.
Perplexed and quite a bit stiffer than usual he pulled himself up, wincing at a sharp pain in his head, and took a moment to pile his blankets back onto the bed. Slowly he made his way over to his dresser and leaned against it, studying himself in his mirror for a moment. He looked awful. This morning, though, he had a reason. Fire whiskey was not something to take lightly.
He started to reach for his clothes laid across the back of his armchair, stopped, then turned and hobbled towards his personal bathroom instead, deciding that a hot shower would at least alleviate the cricks in his back and neck.
The shower was indeed, quite soothing, and he found himself nearly nodding off a few times. He lathered his hair with and extra large dollop of shampoo which he had created himself. The spicy scent of cloves, cinnamon, chicory root, and a hint of lavender fill the shower. Snape grinned, he was indeed quite proud of it. He had never cared much for perfumes or lotions, but it was nice to have created something both functional and pleasant.
After a long, long time indeed, Professor Snape stepped out of the bathroom, followed by a thick puff of steam. He felt refreshed, much better than he had when he had awoken, though the dull, aching throb in his head was still present.
It took him only a few more minutes to make himself presentable, though much to his annoyance, he had to use a different set of outer robes than usual, his others were still undoubtedly in the infirmary with Ms. Granger. He scowled, knowing that Poppy hadn't sent it down with the rest of the laundry in an attempt to force him to check up on Hermione, which must mean that the little wretch had made it through the night.
Potion's went the same as any other day. Professor Snape had decided that he didn't want to deal with the students, and instructed them all to read chapters fifteen through nineteen and take extensive notes, they would be graded at the end of the class. No one dared to moan or groan about the assignment as he glowered at them all from his desk, occasionally sipping from his flask which held a pain relieving potion today as opposed to fire whiskey.
Apparently the news of Ms. Granger's reappearance hadn't spread yet, there was no abnormal excited twittering between the children before or after classes, and especially not during. Of course it wouldn't really make sense for them to care. None of them had been in school when she had attended. It occurred to him that quite a few of them had never known Professor Dumbledore, either. He took another swig of the potion in his flask, trying in vain to ease the stab of pain that thought caused in his chest.
The lunch break seemed to come a lot sooner today, much to his relief, and he took advantage of the opportunity to refill his flask. He stood in the middle of his classroom for several moments, his flask in hand, before making up his mind what to do next. With just a few long strides he was out of the classroom and on his way out of the dungeons, heading towards the hospital wing.
Boring/short chapter, I know, but hell, who doesn't want to picture Snape in the shower, smelling like all those yummy spices!! *swoons* Don't worry, it'll pick up soon! ^_-. I'll try too keep up the pace, but this is all I have stored thus far! *L* One other thing-I'd like to apologize for my absolutely AWFUL spelling! I was so embarrassed when someone pointed out that I had misspelled Dumbledore, but also thankful! I'm a HUGE fan a of the books, and of the movies, but it's been months since I've cracked open a book, and instead I've been listening to the audio books along with my fiancé (while we clean house, cook, paint, etc *LOL*), so I had completely forgotten! *LOL* and the fact that my spell/grammar check says that names are wrong no matter how they're spelled doesn't really help, either ^_- *LMAO*
Chapter IV Deliver Me
Professor Severus Snape awoke at the same time as always, staring up at the same ceiling as always, lying on his back as always, a warm fire in his fireplace. Accept something was indeed different. The angle was all wrong, and his bed was much too hard. He sat up and looked around, realizing that sometime during the night, he had rolled into the floor, and was now tangle in a heap of satiny blankets and sheets.
Perplexed and quite a bit stiffer than usual he pulled himself up, wincing at a sharp pain in his head, and took a moment to pile his blankets back onto the bed. Slowly he made his way over to his dresser and leaned against it, studying himself in his mirror for a moment. He looked awful. This morning, though, he had a reason. Fire whiskey was not something to take lightly.
He started to reach for his clothes laid across the back of his armchair, stopped, then turned and hobbled towards his personal bathroom instead, deciding that a hot shower would at least alleviate the cricks in his back and neck.
The shower was indeed, quite soothing, and he found himself nearly nodding off a few times. He lathered his hair with and extra large dollop of shampoo which he had created himself. The spicy scent of cloves, cinnamon, chicory root, and a hint of lavender fill the shower. Snape grinned, he was indeed quite proud of it. He had never cared much for perfumes or lotions, but it was nice to have created something both functional and pleasant.
After a long, long time indeed, Professor Snape stepped out of the bathroom, followed by a thick puff of steam. He felt refreshed, much better than he had when he had awoken, though the dull, aching throb in his head was still present.
It took him only a few more minutes to make himself presentable, though much to his annoyance, he had to use a different set of outer robes than usual, his others were still undoubtedly in the infirmary with Ms. Granger. He scowled, knowing that Poppy hadn't sent it down with the rest of the laundry in an attempt to force him to check up on Hermione, which must mean that the little wretch had made it through the night.
Potion's went the same as any other day. Professor Snape had decided that he didn't want to deal with the students, and instructed them all to read chapters fifteen through nineteen and take extensive notes, they would be graded at the end of the class. No one dared to moan or groan about the assignment as he glowered at them all from his desk, occasionally sipping from his flask which held a pain relieving potion today as opposed to fire whiskey.
Apparently the news of Ms. Granger's reappearance hadn't spread yet, there was no abnormal excited twittering between the children before or after classes, and especially not during. Of course it wouldn't really make sense for them to care. None of them had been in school when she had attended. It occurred to him that quite a few of them had never known Professor Dumbledore, either. He took another swig of the potion in his flask, trying in vain to ease the stab of pain that thought caused in his chest.
The lunch break seemed to come a lot sooner today, much to his relief, and he took advantage of the opportunity to refill his flask. He stood in the middle of his classroom for several moments, his flask in hand, before making up his mind what to do next. With just a few long strides he was out of the classroom and on his way out of the dungeons, heading towards the hospital wing.
Boring/short chapter, I know, but hell, who doesn't want to picture Snape in the shower, smelling like all those yummy spices!! *swoons* Don't worry, it'll pick up soon! ^_-. I'll try too keep up the pace, but this is all I have stored thus far! *L* One other thing-I'd like to apologize for my absolutely AWFUL spelling! I was so embarrassed when someone pointed out that I had misspelled Dumbledore, but also thankful! I'm a HUGE fan a of the books, and of the movies, but it's been months since I've cracked open a book, and instead I've been listening to the audio books along with my fiancé (while we clean house, cook, paint, etc *LOL*), so I had completely forgotten! *LOL* and the fact that my spell/grammar check says that names are wrong no matter how they're spelled doesn't really help, either ^_- *LMAO*