1Not today! Surely there wasn't a faculty party today! Christmas wasn't for another two weeks. The students hadn't even left yet. What was it with this annoyance of a holiday that demanded festive celebration?
Why was he even required to go? He wasn't technically a teacher yet. Classes for him started on Monday.
He just wouldn't go. That was the perfect solution. Nobody would make him, would they? Why would anyone possibly care whether he went or not.
Just as he made his decision, a knock came at his office door. He was brewing a particularly difficult potion and feeling sorry for himself. He just didn't want company. But there were a lot of things in his life that he didn't want.
"Come in," Snape stated flatly.
Professor Dumbledore entered with a huge smile.
"Good morning, Severus," he cheerily greeted.
"Headmaster," Snape addressed him. "What can I do for you?"
"I was just coming to remind you about the dance that will be going on tonight. Formal attire, please, in the Great Hall," Dumbledore explained. "The house elves will have the place decorated just for the event!"
"Actually, Headmaster," Snape began, "I was considering retiring early tonight. I have a lot to get done, and I will undoubtedly be tired."
"Don't even think of it!" Dumbledore instructed. "We'll want our new potions master at the Hogwarts event of the year!"
"Shouldn't someone be keeping an eye on the students?" Snape asked weakly. He hadn't realized that he'd rather babysit than attend the party.
"That's a very kind offer, Severus," Dumbledore countered. "But the students will be 'nestled all snug in their beds'," he quoted.
It didn't look good for Snape. There was no dissuading his employer.
"I will see you tonight, Headmaster," he reluctantly agreed.
"Marvelous, Severus," Dumbledore beamed. "I'll see you tonight!"
Snape felt he deserved a good kick in the rear end.
