Chapter 4: National Snape Needs Chocolate Day
(A/N: Dearest reader; I know this story is weird. The Duchess has had hardly any time lately, because of continual partaying, and the work she has been doing on her parody of The Patriot- read it, if you will; it is certainly one of my best works. Also, readers, please notice that this is an ongoing series. The Duchess adds to the story every so often, so do not think that they are finished, until she says so. Then you may safely assume that no new chapters will appear. That is all for now.)
"Hullo, sun, hullo sky, hullo Severus!" chimed Lucius as he strode over to Snape who was sitting huddled in a corner of the terrace of the Hog's Head. Lucius was looking extremely sprightly today, his eyes aglow, his step even more of a strut than ever, and even his hair seemed to have gained in lustre. Snape, however, was looking rather more disgruntled than usual. His face was nearly entirely hidden behind his long, greasy hair, and even his usual scowl had grown more profound and lethal. "Severus, hullo Severus, shall we dansey-dansey?" said Lucius, sitting down next to Snape and looking around energetically. His eyes were very wide.
Snape merely grumbled.
"I say, I say," said Lucius. "You must try some of this strange substance that I found while going through Lupin's belongings this morning. I had some of it, and I've been feeling super-jolly ever since!" Lucius' face had assumed a strange expression. As Snape gazed at it for a while, he came to recognise it as a smile. A real, joyful smile. Snape's mood shifted from bad to apprehensive.
"Lupin?" he said, thoughtfully.
"Indeed, indeed." Lucius said, taking something from his cloak. "Try it!" he said, waving a strange looking object under Snape's nose and grinning deviously.
Snape, after having looked at it for some time hesitantly, took it. "What am I supposed to do with it?" he said.
"Eat it, of course!" Lucius huffed.
Snape took a bite. This actually tasted quite good. Eagerly, he took another bite. Within seconds he had devoured it all. Suddenly, a scary change came over the Potions Master. His cold black eyes grew wide, and started to glitter wildly. He got up and looked around. Then, slowly, a big.....well, let's call it a happy scowl appeared on his face, and he suddenly ran away, giggling insanely.
Lucius, however, was still sitting at their table, laughing softly to himself. He looked his usual self again, only slightly more smug than usual. His trick had worked!
"Monday the 27th of March," he said, raising his glass. "Or, as it is now called, National Snape Needs Chocolate Day."
(A/N: Dearest reader; I know this story is weird. The Duchess has had hardly any time lately, because of continual partaying, and the work she has been doing on her parody of The Patriot- read it, if you will; it is certainly one of my best works. Also, readers, please notice that this is an ongoing series. The Duchess adds to the story every so often, so do not think that they are finished, until she says so. Then you may safely assume that no new chapters will appear. That is all for now.)
"Hullo, sun, hullo sky, hullo Severus!" chimed Lucius as he strode over to Snape who was sitting huddled in a corner of the terrace of the Hog's Head. Lucius was looking extremely sprightly today, his eyes aglow, his step even more of a strut than ever, and even his hair seemed to have gained in lustre. Snape, however, was looking rather more disgruntled than usual. His face was nearly entirely hidden behind his long, greasy hair, and even his usual scowl had grown more profound and lethal. "Severus, hullo Severus, shall we dansey-dansey?" said Lucius, sitting down next to Snape and looking around energetically. His eyes were very wide.
Snape merely grumbled.
"I say, I say," said Lucius. "You must try some of this strange substance that I found while going through Lupin's belongings this morning. I had some of it, and I've been feeling super-jolly ever since!" Lucius' face had assumed a strange expression. As Snape gazed at it for a while, he came to recognise it as a smile. A real, joyful smile. Snape's mood shifted from bad to apprehensive.
"Lupin?" he said, thoughtfully.
"Indeed, indeed." Lucius said, taking something from his cloak. "Try it!" he said, waving a strange looking object under Snape's nose and grinning deviously.
Snape, after having looked at it for some time hesitantly, took it. "What am I supposed to do with it?" he said.
"Eat it, of course!" Lucius huffed.
Snape took a bite. This actually tasted quite good. Eagerly, he took another bite. Within seconds he had devoured it all. Suddenly, a scary change came over the Potions Master. His cold black eyes grew wide, and started to glitter wildly. He got up and looked around. Then, slowly, a big.....well, let's call it a happy scowl appeared on his face, and he suddenly ran away, giggling insanely.
Lucius, however, was still sitting at their table, laughing softly to himself. He looked his usual self again, only slightly more smug than usual. His trick had worked!
"Monday the 27th of March," he said, raising his glass. "Or, as it is now called, National Snape Needs Chocolate Day."