SEVERUS SNAPE EITHER DOES OR DOESN'T GO HOME FOR THE SUMMER
"Man, I can't wait to get home," Snape laughed as he packed his things into a strong valise and threw it out the window and onto the lawn. "I'm gonna fix up the veranda, do some gardening, hex my neighbors, bake cookies..."
He paused a moment to watch a few teachers gathering outside in a crowd. Wondering what could be the matter, he strode swiflty out onto the lawn.
"What's going on out here?" he demanded of the nearest teacher.
"Volleyball, Severus," Professor Sinistra said, her face obscured by a plastic visor hat as she drove a net stake into the ground. "Whose team do you want to be on?"
"Volleyball?" Snape repeated. "Isn't it a little late for that? Why is no one busy packing to go home?"
Several teachers stopped and turned to look at him from where they had been drawing the out of bounds lines.
"Home?" Flitwick echoed. "We don't go home, Severus. You haven't been home in years, remember? We live here at the castle."
"Seriously?" Snape said. "No way. You're messing with me. At least one of us HAS to go home for the summer. I mean come on," he continued. "You can't actually mean we all became teachers right out of our parents' basements and don't HAVE homes! Or families or spouses! What, Hogwarts is run by a staff of homeless virgins? That's crazy, right?"
He looked around at the others. "Right?" he said again.
MacGonagall cleared her throat noisily in the silence. "Move your luggage, Severus," she said firmly. "It's smack in the middle of the skeeball range."
"Man, I can't wait to get home," Snape laughed as he packed his things into a strong valise and threw it out the window and onto the lawn. "I'm gonna fix up the veranda, do some gardening, hex my neighbors, bake cookies..."
He paused a moment to watch a few teachers gathering outside in a crowd. Wondering what could be the matter, he strode swiflty out onto the lawn.
"What's going on out here?" he demanded of the nearest teacher.
"Volleyball, Severus," Professor Sinistra said, her face obscured by a plastic visor hat as she drove a net stake into the ground. "Whose team do you want to be on?"
"Volleyball?" Snape repeated. "Isn't it a little late for that? Why is no one busy packing to go home?"
Several teachers stopped and turned to look at him from where they had been drawing the out of bounds lines.
"Home?" Flitwick echoed. "We don't go home, Severus. You haven't been home in years, remember? We live here at the castle."
"Seriously?" Snape said. "No way. You're messing with me. At least one of us HAS to go home for the summer. I mean come on," he continued. "You can't actually mean we all became teachers right out of our parents' basements and don't HAVE homes! Or families or spouses! What, Hogwarts is run by a staff of homeless virgins? That's crazy, right?"
He looked around at the others. "Right?" he said again.
MacGonagall cleared her throat noisily in the silence. "Move your luggage, Severus," she said firmly. "It's smack in the middle of the skeeball range."