Disclaimer :: I own none of it but I really wish that I owned Snape in all his cranky- goodness.
Plastic Covered Literature.
He stormed in, cloak billowing behind him, doors banging open. Although he was a little bit baffled that no one in the room even bothered to look up at his very dramatic entrance. He supposed it didn't have that same effect that it had on the students. Either that or he was losing his touch. Possibility ? No, never.
He settled himself into the large armchair that had been his since he had started teaching. The staff room was partially empty, except from Minerva and some half wit whos name Severus hadn't bothered to remember. The other man was marking papers and Minerva was reading. Now he respected the woman greatly, she was intelligent quick-witted and sometimes just plain devious, every quality that a woman should posses but she had the oddest taste in literature.
"Minerva"
She marked her book page and looked up.
"Severus, I didn't even hear you come in."
I am not losing my touch.
"Why do you read these plastic covered muggle books?"
"Re-reading Severus" She corrected him with a slight smirk.
"Why ?"
"Muggles have a different way of seeing things that most wizards and its interesting"
Adding "You should try it"
"Perhaps I will but whats so interesting about some woman's diary ?" He was reading the overly bright front cover.
"Bridget is no ordinary woman Severus"
a/n :: I know the staff room isn't a common room but this little snippet was floating around in my head and I couldn't resist it. Sorry.
a/n2 :: Thank you so much for reading and even more thanks to the nice people who reviewed as this is now my first ever finished fic. Even if it is mostly drabbles.
a/n3 :: promise I'll shut up soon ... I really wan't to do a fic about Luna and Roger. Good idea or am I mad? Please tell me what you think.