'Damn Albus'
The grouchy potions master thought looking around the sick pink room.
He had gotten a reservation at a hotel in the muggle world; well he didn't get it the headmaster did. It was in the middle of the summer break when the merry old wizard handed Severus a disgusting yellow envelope. Inside contained reservation to one of the muggles finest hotels.
"It will be good for you Severus, to have a break." The headmaster said when Snape stared at him blankly. "That's my boy!" maybe he should've taken the hint when the old man's eyes twinkled with mischief.
Now he was stuck in the hotels waiting room with nothing but poster sized photographs of men and woman with nose job's for company.
He abruptly turned around when he heard a door open behind him.
He was surprised to see the headmaster grinning with the concierge behind him. He hid his surprise.
"This is for your own good," Albus said. The concierge pulled out his wand before Severus could move. All he saw was black.
Now Snape wasn't normally a very easily scared man, but as he got up from his bed rubbing his head, (hahaha) he looked in his mirror and screamed.