Chapter 2 of No Wand to Fight With
I review back, and I would appreciate all comments. I know that I wrote short chapters, but I write popcorn; something entertaining that isn't _meant_ to satiate.
And I like Linkin Park.
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Inside Hogwarts, mundane life went as it always does; interestingly, fascinatingly, and, around Severus Snape, snarkily.
"Severus, you do know that you've become a teen idol figure?"
"I know no such thing and I do not plan on learning it in the future. The mere suggestion is disgusting."
"No, really, Severus. Our new crop of students -you know, the generation that was raised on the new version of Hogwarts; A History- sees you in quite an ...original light, as it were."
"I haven't read it. Do I need to vivisect that Skeeter woman? Animagi have fascinatingly complex properties when diced. Hmm." He Accio'ed a book from the shelves behind him, "Transfiguration, Animagi, Green Pixies, And Uses In Potions Of The Aforementioned," and began flipping through it to a particularly graphic illustration. He pushed it across the table to her. "See? _This_ is the proper method for dealing with that woman."
Hermione looked vaguely green for a moment before sighing. "You may have a point. Do you know what she _said_ about the Whomping Willow? There was something about a pixie... anyways." She tossed her sort-of-tamed hair in embarrassment. "You don't really need to read it. How's research going?"
"Pixies?" his amusement grew as her flush crept out from her cheeks to her ears. "Maybe I _do_ need to read this ...new edition."
: ...Sleep? Mm-hmm, _sleep._: "Uh." The flush extended down at least to her shoulders, he noted with amusement. This was almost as fun as pretending that the damn students weren't going to arrive in an hour. Maybe more.
"Well, I should be off." He rose, bowed, and _almost_ made it out the door.
"SEVERUS Snape! You _will_ get your lazy, good-for-naught hiney over here and clean up these books that you've scattered all over this nice, clean excuse for a desk that you use, or I will personally charm all of your socks to sing pop rock songs whenever you pout your good-for-nothing, lazy feet into one!"
He turned, scowling. "Merlin, woman, you would think we were married. I'll _do_ it."
"Next year, maybe." She softened. "Severus, you know how mad it drives you when you can't find something on the shelves. I need to go greet the students."
He growled under his breath, but began picking up the books. "I don't see why _you_ greet the students. I could do it perfectly well."
"Mm-hmm. Yes, Severus, they would run back onto the train screaming and not come back if they were presented with a prophecy with their name on it, but otherwise I'm sure you would do wonderfully. An example to caretakers everywhere."
"I'm not a bloody caretaker, I'm a teacher."
"You're Head of Slytherin house. You're a caretaker." She smiled and whipped out the door.
He grumbled incoherently to himself and started replacing the books to the set of bookshelves that they both kept as reference near the Potions labs.
None of which explained why he had a smile on his face as her flying hair disappeared after her out the door.
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I am a SSHG fan, what can I say? Yeah, yeah, I'll quit with the pixies. If you want to understand the pixie references, I advise that you read the fourth chapter of The Boy Legolas, if you have the stomach for it. Dancing floor.
I review back, and I would appreciate all comments. I know that I wrote short chapters, but I write popcorn; something entertaining that isn't _meant_ to satiate.
And I like Linkin Park.
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Inside Hogwarts, mundane life went as it always does; interestingly, fascinatingly, and, around Severus Snape, snarkily.
"Severus, you do know that you've become a teen idol figure?"
"I know no such thing and I do not plan on learning it in the future. The mere suggestion is disgusting."
"No, really, Severus. Our new crop of students -you know, the generation that was raised on the new version of Hogwarts; A History- sees you in quite an ...original light, as it were."
"I haven't read it. Do I need to vivisect that Skeeter woman? Animagi have fascinatingly complex properties when diced. Hmm." He Accio'ed a book from the shelves behind him, "Transfiguration, Animagi, Green Pixies, And Uses In Potions Of The Aforementioned," and began flipping through it to a particularly graphic illustration. He pushed it across the table to her. "See? _This_ is the proper method for dealing with that woman."
Hermione looked vaguely green for a moment before sighing. "You may have a point. Do you know what she _said_ about the Whomping Willow? There was something about a pixie... anyways." She tossed her sort-of-tamed hair in embarrassment. "You don't really need to read it. How's research going?"
"Pixies?" his amusement grew as her flush crept out from her cheeks to her ears. "Maybe I _do_ need to read this ...new edition."
: ...Sleep? Mm-hmm, _sleep._: "Uh." The flush extended down at least to her shoulders, he noted with amusement. This was almost as fun as pretending that the damn students weren't going to arrive in an hour. Maybe more.
"Well, I should be off." He rose, bowed, and _almost_ made it out the door.
"SEVERUS Snape! You _will_ get your lazy, good-for-naught hiney over here and clean up these books that you've scattered all over this nice, clean excuse for a desk that you use, or I will personally charm all of your socks to sing pop rock songs whenever you pout your good-for-nothing, lazy feet into one!"
He turned, scowling. "Merlin, woman, you would think we were married. I'll _do_ it."
"Next year, maybe." She softened. "Severus, you know how mad it drives you when you can't find something on the shelves. I need to go greet the students."
He growled under his breath, but began picking up the books. "I don't see why _you_ greet the students. I could do it perfectly well."
"Mm-hmm. Yes, Severus, they would run back onto the train screaming and not come back if they were presented with a prophecy with their name on it, but otherwise I'm sure you would do wonderfully. An example to caretakers everywhere."
"I'm not a bloody caretaker, I'm a teacher."
"You're Head of Slytherin house. You're a caretaker." She smiled and whipped out the door.
He grumbled incoherently to himself and started replacing the books to the set of bookshelves that they both kept as reference near the Potions labs.
None of which explained why he had a smile on his face as her flying hair disappeared after her out the door.
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I am a SSHG fan, what can I say? Yeah, yeah, I'll quit with the pixies. If you want to understand the pixie references, I advise that you read the fourth chapter of The Boy Legolas, if you have the stomach for it. Dancing floor.
