A Phoenix's Tale
By: Muses Fury
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Disclaimer: I don't own any known character, J.K. Rowling does, so don't sue me.
Summary: When an Order member (OC) is not as she seems, how do the other members react?
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Ambrose woke up a couple of hours later. But, now, there was no sunlight streaming in, and the lights had been dimmed. She looked around the room trying to find the aged Headmaster. *I wonder where Albus went?* she thought. *Probably back to his quarters like any sane human being. Hmmm, did I just call Albus sane?* A smile lit her face at the thought. A soft snore alerted her to the still sleeping presence of the Potions Master. She raised her eyebrows slightly, *Well, I definately never accused Severus of being sane, maybe insane, but not sane.* Laughter finally escaped her lips as she came to realize that two ebony eyes were watching her.
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"So, you finally decided to wake up, Severus?" Ambrose asked, her eyes dancing.
"Yes, I see that you've decided to do the same."
Her response was a laugh, and a pillow in his face. Ambrose laughed harder at the first look of shock, but when he scowled at her, her laughter became hysterical. If she had been looking, she would have seen the manical gleam in the Potion's Professor eyes, as he did the only thing that he could-- he hit her with a pillow. A shriek pierced the night as a full out pillow fight broke out. Caught up in the moment, neither of them noticed the pair of twinkling blue eyes watching from the door way.
Albus Dumbledore had indeed been in his office. But, as Fate would have it, an owl came just as he was about to doze off. The letter was from Madame Pomfrey announcing her early return, as the emergency had been taken care of. Dumbledore had thought to warn the two before she arrived, but seeing the spectacle, he thought better of it. So instead, he watched. He became so engrossed in the fun, that he never heard the footsteps approaching, until Pomfrey was beside him.
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Fifteen minutes after the pillow fight began, the two adults found their way to the fireplace amongst the fluttering feathers. They sat down on either side of the fire in companionable silence. *That was the most fun that I've had in a number of years. It feels good to laugh again.* Ambrose thought, looking to Snape. She laughed out loud at the spectacle. He shot her a quizzical look,
"What?" His confusion grew as she got up and walked over to him. She reached down and plucked some feathers out of his hair, and handing them to him and asked:
"Molting, Severus?" She snickered, and he sneered. The both turned as a loud shout was heard towards the entrance to the hospital wing.
"WHAT in Merlin's name do you think you are doing?" Madame Pomfrey came marching in, hands on her hips, "Ambrose you are supposed to be in bed. Severus, I left direct orders." She eyed the two severely. She looked around at the disaster area made by the two adults, "What happened here? Feathers all over the place? You would think that two children had been left here instead of adults. Honestly!" She turned, and walked to a cupboard at the far end of the room. Ambrose turned to Snape and grinned as Pomfrey came back. She handed them each a broom and a dustbin. "I expect these feathers to be cleaned up by the time I come back here, do you two understand?" Both nodded as the room was returned to full light. "And, without the use of wands." Snape straightened,
"Do you think that you can treat us like mere children instead of adults?" He asked silkily.
"Severus, if you act like a child, then yes, I can." Pomfrey turned and with a swish of her robes vanished.
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Ambrose doubled over with laughter as the mediwitch stormed out.
"What, pray tell, is so funny?" Snape asked, a scowl etched on his face.
"Well," began Ambrose, wiping tears from her eyes, "That look on our face for one. And, to name another, this situation."
"What's so funny about this situation? We are being treated like we are children, Rose. Doesn't that bother you?"
"No, not really. It's good to have fun every once in awhile, Severus. But, the funny thing is, is that here we are a month before school actually starts, serving a detention, when we are Professors. You can't tell me that you don't find it humorous, Severus? Or at the very least, ironic?" Her only answer was a slight smile as he turned and began sweeping. Together, they had the feathers cleaned up in record time. By the time Pomfrey came back, they were once again seated by the fire, drinking tea and eating sandwiches. Pomfrey decided not to interrupt them, but instead went to her own rooms for a good night's sleep.
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Well, this is a different chapter if I do say so myself. And actually inspired by my own birds, who are molting at the moment. I am always cleaning up after them, so I thought I would have a little fun in the chapter. Hee hee, anyway, how did you like it? I know a little out of character, but was it good? Drop me a line and tell me what you think, talk to you later,
~ Muses Fury
By: Muses Fury
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Disclaimer: I don't own any known character, J.K. Rowling does, so don't sue me.
Summary: When an Order member (OC) is not as she seems, how do the other members react?
~*~
Ambrose woke up a couple of hours later. But, now, there was no sunlight streaming in, and the lights had been dimmed. She looked around the room trying to find the aged Headmaster. *I wonder where Albus went?* she thought. *Probably back to his quarters like any sane human being. Hmmm, did I just call Albus sane?* A smile lit her face at the thought. A soft snore alerted her to the still sleeping presence of the Potions Master. She raised her eyebrows slightly, *Well, I definately never accused Severus of being sane, maybe insane, but not sane.* Laughter finally escaped her lips as she came to realize that two ebony eyes were watching her.
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"So, you finally decided to wake up, Severus?" Ambrose asked, her eyes dancing.
"Yes, I see that you've decided to do the same."
Her response was a laugh, and a pillow in his face. Ambrose laughed harder at the first look of shock, but when he scowled at her, her laughter became hysterical. If she had been looking, she would have seen the manical gleam in the Potion's Professor eyes, as he did the only thing that he could-- he hit her with a pillow. A shriek pierced the night as a full out pillow fight broke out. Caught up in the moment, neither of them noticed the pair of twinkling blue eyes watching from the door way.
Albus Dumbledore had indeed been in his office. But, as Fate would have it, an owl came just as he was about to doze off. The letter was from Madame Pomfrey announcing her early return, as the emergency had been taken care of. Dumbledore had thought to warn the two before she arrived, but seeing the spectacle, he thought better of it. So instead, he watched. He became so engrossed in the fun, that he never heard the footsteps approaching, until Pomfrey was beside him.
~*~
Fifteen minutes after the pillow fight began, the two adults found their way to the fireplace amongst the fluttering feathers. They sat down on either side of the fire in companionable silence. *That was the most fun that I've had in a number of years. It feels good to laugh again.* Ambrose thought, looking to Snape. She laughed out loud at the spectacle. He shot her a quizzical look,
"What?" His confusion grew as she got up and walked over to him. She reached down and plucked some feathers out of his hair, and handing them to him and asked:
"Molting, Severus?" She snickered, and he sneered. The both turned as a loud shout was heard towards the entrance to the hospital wing.
"WHAT in Merlin's name do you think you are doing?" Madame Pomfrey came marching in, hands on her hips, "Ambrose you are supposed to be in bed. Severus, I left direct orders." She eyed the two severely. She looked around at the disaster area made by the two adults, "What happened here? Feathers all over the place? You would think that two children had been left here instead of adults. Honestly!" She turned, and walked to a cupboard at the far end of the room. Ambrose turned to Snape and grinned as Pomfrey came back. She handed them each a broom and a dustbin. "I expect these feathers to be cleaned up by the time I come back here, do you two understand?" Both nodded as the room was returned to full light. "And, without the use of wands." Snape straightened,
"Do you think that you can treat us like mere children instead of adults?" He asked silkily.
"Severus, if you act like a child, then yes, I can." Pomfrey turned and with a swish of her robes vanished.
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Ambrose doubled over with laughter as the mediwitch stormed out.
"What, pray tell, is so funny?" Snape asked, a scowl etched on his face.
"Well," began Ambrose, wiping tears from her eyes, "That look on our face for one. And, to name another, this situation."
"What's so funny about this situation? We are being treated like we are children, Rose. Doesn't that bother you?"
"No, not really. It's good to have fun every once in awhile, Severus. But, the funny thing is, is that here we are a month before school actually starts, serving a detention, when we are Professors. You can't tell me that you don't find it humorous, Severus? Or at the very least, ironic?" Her only answer was a slight smile as he turned and began sweeping. Together, they had the feathers cleaned up in record time. By the time Pomfrey came back, they were once again seated by the fire, drinking tea and eating sandwiches. Pomfrey decided not to interrupt them, but instead went to her own rooms for a good night's sleep.
~*~
Well, this is a different chapter if I do say so myself. And actually inspired by my own birds, who are molting at the moment. I am always cleaning up after them, so I thought I would have a little fun in the chapter. Hee hee, anyway, how did you like it? I know a little out of character, but was it good? Drop me a line and tell me what you think, talk to you later,
~ Muses Fury