Severus Snape closed the door and turned slowly around to observe his
destroyed office. He gingerly stepped over some remnants of what looked
like half his desk which, once formally black, was now covered in white ..
shit.
Snape walked across the blonde floor and stopped beside a pile of off-white material. Damn and they had been his favourite robes too. Being in the room at the time of the explosion, Severus had been covered from head to foot in blonde peroxide. With all of five minutes before his first lesson Snape had grabbed his wand, gotten the crap off his face, changed robes and rushed out leaving the very disastrous scene of the crime. He shuddered, wondering at who the hell would come up with something as immature as this calibre of prank - or have such power to do so.
It couldn't be one of the students, they wouldn't have enough magical strength to make a bomb that huge. Although, Snape paused, he wouldn't put it past Potter and his friends to come up with a way to make his life a living hell, Potter was after all, a splitting image of his father. Snape shook his head, Nah it couldn't be them, they were.. too goody-goody even he could admit that he would be going a bit far by accusing them.
No, the person who had concocted that... monstrosity, knew how to make Severus Snape tick. Turning his hair ash blonde, destroying his favourite robes and dilapidating his office were sure ways to get on Snape's list of 'People to Kill'.
The thought came upon him to get help from McGonagell or Dumbledore but his professional integrity as a potions master forbid it. His pride was already shattered about his hair. Wait a minute! He was a potions master! One of the best in the world! Surely he had learnt something that could help him during his time of need. And it was a pretty great need.
So, Severus sank down to the floor and began to think and remember. Antidotes, antidotes, what kind of antidote would I need to get rid of an appalling hair colour. After a few moments, his mind went totally and utterly blank, Severus never was one to interested in his physical appearance. He groaned heavily, he needed an antidote and he needed one soon! How could he show his face among decent society, no, good society, no, any society when he was BLONDE!!! He would not be consoled.
Snape stood up and went over to the half of his desk that had not been obliterated and pulled out a large enough hand mirror. He scowled at himself, not wanting to acknowledge how much he resembled Mr. Malfoy with short hair. It would insupportable to look like Lucius.
Suddenly the bell rang again, signaling the beginning of lunch. His stomach growled in protest. Oh gods, was he hungry! He hadn't had time for breakfast.. for obvious reasons. He groaned at the sight of his damaged office. At least his precious potion books hadn't been besmirched. His books! Excellent, he could skim through them to find the antidote he would need to return his hair back to its normal black, greasy state.
Without another thought, Severus flung open his door and strode out of it, confidently striding through the corridors as if nothing had happened. He got strange looks from teacher and student alike, but that didn't matter he thought, tonight I will fix this blasted hair colour and by tomorrow everything will be back to normal.
How very wrong he was.
Snape walked across the blonde floor and stopped beside a pile of off-white material. Damn and they had been his favourite robes too. Being in the room at the time of the explosion, Severus had been covered from head to foot in blonde peroxide. With all of five minutes before his first lesson Snape had grabbed his wand, gotten the crap off his face, changed robes and rushed out leaving the very disastrous scene of the crime. He shuddered, wondering at who the hell would come up with something as immature as this calibre of prank - or have such power to do so.
It couldn't be one of the students, they wouldn't have enough magical strength to make a bomb that huge. Although, Snape paused, he wouldn't put it past Potter and his friends to come up with a way to make his life a living hell, Potter was after all, a splitting image of his father. Snape shook his head, Nah it couldn't be them, they were.. too goody-goody even he could admit that he would be going a bit far by accusing them.
No, the person who had concocted that... monstrosity, knew how to make Severus Snape tick. Turning his hair ash blonde, destroying his favourite robes and dilapidating his office were sure ways to get on Snape's list of 'People to Kill'.
The thought came upon him to get help from McGonagell or Dumbledore but his professional integrity as a potions master forbid it. His pride was already shattered about his hair. Wait a minute! He was a potions master! One of the best in the world! Surely he had learnt something that could help him during his time of need. And it was a pretty great need.
So, Severus sank down to the floor and began to think and remember. Antidotes, antidotes, what kind of antidote would I need to get rid of an appalling hair colour. After a few moments, his mind went totally and utterly blank, Severus never was one to interested in his physical appearance. He groaned heavily, he needed an antidote and he needed one soon! How could he show his face among decent society, no, good society, no, any society when he was BLONDE!!! He would not be consoled.
Snape stood up and went over to the half of his desk that had not been obliterated and pulled out a large enough hand mirror. He scowled at himself, not wanting to acknowledge how much he resembled Mr. Malfoy with short hair. It would insupportable to look like Lucius.
Suddenly the bell rang again, signaling the beginning of lunch. His stomach growled in protest. Oh gods, was he hungry! He hadn't had time for breakfast.. for obvious reasons. He groaned at the sight of his damaged office. At least his precious potion books hadn't been besmirched. His books! Excellent, he could skim through them to find the antidote he would need to return his hair back to its normal black, greasy state.
Without another thought, Severus flung open his door and strode out of it, confidently striding through the corridors as if nothing had happened. He got strange looks from teacher and student alike, but that didn't matter he thought, tonight I will fix this blasted hair colour and by tomorrow everything will be back to normal.
How very wrong he was.