A good aim
by Chalebh


A/N: The German version of this drabble had been an entry for a drabble competion on Schreiberlingers Treffpunkt.


Lost in thoughts Severus walked along the lakeshore, reading in an old book about the use of toad poison in potion making. Suddenly something wet hit him right in the face. Utterly disgusted he removed a tangled piece of cloth from the parchment.

"Who was it?" he asked in a dangerous low voice and scowled at some first years. After a while he growled "Well, I'm waiting."

Finally a little boy stepped forward and answered timidly. "I, Sir."

"Name and house!" Snape bellowed. "And I'm going to write to your father."

The boy gulped. "Severus Snape jr from Slytherin… Papa."


THE END