(A/N: A long while ago, people told me they very much liked to know what a "serious" work of fiction by yours truly would be like. And, as you know, your wish is my command, somewhat, so you can now admire my poetic skill in a short story about Hook on this very site. Enjoy.)
Chapter 9: Look Dad, No Trousers!
The door to the staffroom flew open, and in came a man wearing a tight black turtleneck, and black satin tracksuit bottoms, with buttons along the side of the leg. The other teachers looked at the man in bewilderment; he looked slightly familiar, but they could not figure out who he was. The man walked towards the largest, most worn armchair in the room, as if he belonged here. Ultimately, Professor McGonagall rose and approached the man.
"Excuse me, sir, but I fear….." she said, but was interrupted by a startlingly recognisable voice.
"Minerva, now is not the time for jokes," the man said, glaring at her.
"Severus!" McGonagall exclaimed in surprise. "I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you in those…er…….garments. May I ask….. are you aware of the fact that you're wearing tracksuit bottoms?" Snape sneered at her.
"Of course I'm aware of that. They were the only things I could find with a sufficient amount of buttons on them" He said, grumpily. "in time for my yearly laundry."