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Only a few blocks away, in a spacious kitchen, a dog is sitting on a large green pillow on the floor, Salazar is embroidered on it. One Severus Snape, a tall man with obsidian eyes and long dark silky hair tied back away from his face, a man full of mystery, charm and irony, comes into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of orange juice. He sits at the table and begins to sort through the morning post.
Severus' partner, Gilderoy Lockhart, comes rushing into the kitchen moments later. He's carrying the morning papers and a cup of coffee. Dressed in a deep blue Armani suit, perfect golden hair, and charming smile, "I'm late." Ruffling the papers in his hands. "Random House fired Cornelius Fudge. Good riddance. Tom Riddle died. Which makes one less person I'm speaking too." Taking a sip of the hot liquid, "Percy Weasley got a great review. He'll be insufferable." Passing the New York Times to Severus, "Tonight. WAND dinner....."
Severus looks up from his own paper, "Am I going?"
"You promised."
Severus cringed. He hated it when Gilderoy whined. "Can't I just give them money? What's the cause? Free former Transylvania spys? I'm for that."
Gilderoy pours himself another cup of coffee and looks at him.
Pout.
"All right, I'll go. You're late."
Gilderoy rushes over and kisses Severus grinning. "I know. I know. I know." He tears out of the kitchen and the door slams behind him.
Severus sits for a moment, listening as he hears the elevator door open and close on the landing outside. He sits there a moment more, setting the morning paper aside, he leaves the kitchen and heads for his den. Severus sits down at his laptop computer and logs on.
"Welcome... You've got mail."
Severus hits the read key for SntchSkr. He smiles as he begins to read.
To: PtnMstr 152 From: SntchSkr
"I like to begin my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends.... as opposed to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names and met in a chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before. What will He say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you."
The oddest thing happened. Severus Snape sat back in his chair and giggled.
Severus never giggled.
TBC
A/N: I'm using the movie script and movie to go by.. There's alot in the script that's not in the movie.. so i'm gonna try to incorporate what I can.. Chapter size may vary... depending on where it looks like a natural chapter break. Someone mentioned Harry didn't seem to like Draco....Let's put it up to NOT being a morning person. :)
Thank you for the reviews.. Made my day. : LxAxMxMxY, evilharry=goodness, Winnie2, lilibel, CaptainCrash, Lady Phasma, Vekura, Badassgothicgirl, Mara-Jade- Potter HPFandom: Ishy, ataraxis, goody2sho
FYI: WAND.. Wizarding Arts Never Die
Only a few blocks away, in a spacious kitchen, a dog is sitting on a large green pillow on the floor, Salazar is embroidered on it. One Severus Snape, a tall man with obsidian eyes and long dark silky hair tied back away from his face, a man full of mystery, charm and irony, comes into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of orange juice. He sits at the table and begins to sort through the morning post.
Severus' partner, Gilderoy Lockhart, comes rushing into the kitchen moments later. He's carrying the morning papers and a cup of coffee. Dressed in a deep blue Armani suit, perfect golden hair, and charming smile, "I'm late." Ruffling the papers in his hands. "Random House fired Cornelius Fudge. Good riddance. Tom Riddle died. Which makes one less person I'm speaking too." Taking a sip of the hot liquid, "Percy Weasley got a great review. He'll be insufferable." Passing the New York Times to Severus, "Tonight. WAND dinner....."
Severus looks up from his own paper, "Am I going?"
"You promised."
Severus cringed. He hated it when Gilderoy whined. "Can't I just give them money? What's the cause? Free former Transylvania spys? I'm for that."
Gilderoy pours himself another cup of coffee and looks at him.
Pout.
"All right, I'll go. You're late."
Gilderoy rushes over and kisses Severus grinning. "I know. I know. I know." He tears out of the kitchen and the door slams behind him.
Severus sits for a moment, listening as he hears the elevator door open and close on the landing outside. He sits there a moment more, setting the morning paper aside, he leaves the kitchen and heads for his den. Severus sits down at his laptop computer and logs on.
"Welcome... You've got mail."
Severus hits the read key for SntchSkr. He smiles as he begins to read.
To: PtnMstr 152 From: SntchSkr
"I like to begin my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends.... as opposed to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names and met in a chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before. What will He say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you."
The oddest thing happened. Severus Snape sat back in his chair and giggled.
Severus never giggled.
TBC
A/N: I'm using the movie script and movie to go by.. There's alot in the script that's not in the movie.. so i'm gonna try to incorporate what I can.. Chapter size may vary... depending on where it looks like a natural chapter break. Someone mentioned Harry didn't seem to like Draco....Let's put it up to NOT being a morning person. :)
Thank you for the reviews.. Made my day. : LxAxMxMxY, evilharry=goodness, Winnie2, lilibel, CaptainCrash, Lady Phasma, Vekura, Badassgothicgirl, Mara-Jade- Potter HPFandom: Ishy, ataraxis, goody2sho
FYI: WAND.. Wizarding Arts Never Die