The ghosts, I called...
by Chalebh


A/N: Usual disclaimer. - I wrote this drabble as a present for PM on the occasion of the 3rd Witch meeting in Berlin, 5th of June 2004.


Severus moaned loudly. He felt sick. – Ready to vomit.'What I've done to earn this?' he thought desperately. 'Let it end! Please!'

'And these blood-curdling screams – those flickering lights!'

Severus Snape was reduced to a trembling bundle of nerves – and he just wanted to get away.

– Suddenly there was silence. –

Someone tapped him on his shoulder: "Sir? You can open your eyes!"
Carefully Severus opened them, loosened his grip on the beam and got up slightly swaying.

'Albus and his idiotic ideas!'

"NEVER AGAIN!" Severus bellowed and with a less intimidating swish of his robes he left the roller coaster.


THE END


Another drabble in the next chapter