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Read, review, and above all else, enjoy, MY FRIENDS! I do think this chapter isn't as humorous or well-written as the others, and I apologize. You, as the reader, can be the judge of that. I've had a terrible case of writer's block and lack of time. :-(

October 27th, 1994.
9:51 PM

Is it possible to disown one's colleagues?

If so, I fully well plan on disowning Pomona, Rolanda, Irma, Poppy, Auriga, and Sybill. But especially the woman possessing the initials "P.S."

She's shameless. Absolutely shameless.

You would think after that failed seduction attempt of hers a few weeks ago, she'd perhaps get the hint that Severus wants absolutely nothing to do with her and her dirt-caked fingernails.

But, alas, of course not.

She has cooked up a new plan- an even worse one.

One that I inadvertently agreed to.

Irma waved a piece of parchment in front of my face late last night while I was correcting sixth year essays.

Seeing as this was after midnight- and Irma was my best friend- I thought nothing of it and quickly scrawled my signature in my typical neat and prim style.

And was therefore eternally bound to the contract...

DARNIT! #$&&$#!#$$

Auriga convinced Filius with a few bats of those ridiculously long eyelashes of hers to place some sort of crackpot charm on the "contract" of the plan. If any of the signers fails to go along with it...

Oh, Merlin. I can't even bear to share the consequences with my own journal.

I need some sherry.

Same Day
10:32 PM

In lieu of Min being sober, I, Irma Pince, who happened upon my dead-drunk friend five minutes ago, shall finish her previous journal entry.

Pom has created a rather ingenious plan, I must say. The seven of us female professors here at Hogwarts are going to dress up in our skankiest costumes for the annual Halloween party in the staffroom, dance the evening away, flirt madly with Snape, then follow him back to his quarters and pounce on the sexy beast. We shall take turns seducing him all night long:-)

Auriga, in a rare show of intelligence, had a completely splendid idea to ensure that every single person would go along with the plan. She flirted outrageously with Filius or something along those lines and he put an extremely strong charm on the contract outlining our strategies for that particular evening. If a signer does not complete the terms of the contract...

The charm will force her to jump the object-of-her-affections.

Hehe.

The way I see it, it's a win – win situation for me.

In the case that Min does go along with it...I will have the delight of watching my best friend let loose for yet a second time in our 15-year friendship (the first being at Auriga's birthday party this past September) or at least pretend to.

If she does not...then I, along with absolutely everyone else will have the pleasure of watching her snog the brains out of Albus with a vicious passion, as I am fully aware she truly- although she would never admit it- wishes to.

Ah. Life is good.

October 30th, 1994.
1:07 AM

Perhaps life is good for that snoopy, conniving wench of a librarian and her partners in crime. And that darn ringleader who should plan on seducing Mandrakes rather than Severus. I'm sure they'd be a great deal more receptive...

But not for Minerva McGonagall.

Oh, no no no!

I've been tossing and turning in bed for four hours. Four hours! I am exhausted, yet I cannot sleep. As was the case last night- but it was far worse then, for I still had a wretched hangover from the night before. Damn sherry seems to be resistant to Sev's Anti-Hangover potion. I will certainly be having a word with Rosmerta about the liquor she supplies...

What am I going to do?

Same Day.
2:15 AM

Pros of "snogging the brains out of Albus with a vicious passion," as Irma so eloquently put it:

1. I will be in absolute heaven. That is, if by a sudden bout of insanity, he actually returns the kiss.

2. I will be able to feel those beautiful lips of his against my own- so red, soft, and entirely delectable looking... For the sake of Godric, Rowena, and Helga...I sound like an over-hormoned teenager!

3. I won't have to wear that minute piece of practically translucent fabric that Pomona has the nerve to insist is a costume. If that's a costume, then Ronald Weasley does not fancy Hermione Granger. Oh, those two are rather cute...always sneaking glances at each other, blushing, smiling...

I'm a hopeless romantic, I'll admit it.

Cons of "snogging the brains out of Albus with a vicious passion," as Irma so eloquently put it:

1. Our friendship will be ruined.

2. He will certainly pull away from the kiss in a split-second and give me a look intermixed with disgust and pity.

3. I will learn for sure that he does not return the affections.

4. I will be labeled by all as a scarlet woman who has no control over her lustful urges. After all, as Rolanda gleefully reminded me at dinner, the charm will randomly make me launch myself at HIM at the most inappropriate moment, probably in front of the whole student body.

I reckon I'll have to don that skanky cat costume on Saturday night...

Darnnit! Just realized that Igor Karakoff and Olympe Maxime will be attending the party, seeing as both delegations are arriving...

TODAY?

I must make a good impression on those foreign visitors.

I truly don't believe that showing up at a Halloween party clad in an outfit created for a prostitute will do the job.

Neither will uncontrolled sexual advances at the dinner table.

O, me miserum!

Same Day.
9:03 PM

Igor is rather scruffy looking. Not at all what I expected. Absolutely . His students, on the other hand... well, letno one gave him a second glance us just say that the young witches of Hogwarts will certainly have some fresh, rather good-looking meat to gossip about...

I am still torn between the two options.

It's pathetic, really.

That, I, a 68-year old woman with superior intellect, cannot make a single, incredibly small decision.

Noooooo.

Instead, I spend hours considering the pros and cons.

This is utterly ridiculous.

Alas! I could just forewarn Severus!

Ha! I'll still have to dress like a scarlet woman for a good four or so hours, but there will be no seduction...he can put up super-strong wards of some sort or spend the night elsewhere to thwart his crazed fangirls

I love being clever.

October 31st, 1994.
5:31 AM

The three champions will be announced tonight.

Oh, I do hope it's Angelina Johnson or Alicia Spinnet. What a kind, sweet, clever girls they are- and excellent representatives of the Gryffindor house. Godric would be most pleased.

It would wipe the smirk off Severus's face. He seems to think that the Goblet will surely choose Montague, Pucey, or one of those other horrid Slytherin sixth or seventh years. For what, I may ask? Their superb ability to bully those younger and most likely more intelligent than themselves?

I know as a professor I am supposed to be fair to all students, but, to be brutally honest...

I loathe Slytherins (except for Sev, at times). With a passion.

Even more than I do Pomona and Irma right now

And that's saying a lot.

Same Day.
12:04 PM

Severus was extremely grateful that I gave him such a large tip-off about this plan for this evening. He even promised to somehow break the Anti-Altering spell on my costume and make it much more modest.

Everything was fine and dandy until...

He asked if he could stay in my quarters after the party.

That stopped me dead in my tracks- literally.

Greasy, slimy, slithery Severus Snape in my quarters for nearly eight hours?

I think not...imagine the rumors that would fly throughout Hogwarts...

But of course, seeing as I have a soft heart, I grudgingly agreed to conjure up a small cot- a very hard, small cot, I may point out- I don't want to be too accommodating, for obvious reasons- for him.

Although I am not entirely found of the man, I would much rather he spend the night with me than have to experience seven giggling, crazed witches dressed like skanks attempting to shag him.

Even I'm not cold enough to turn a man in that situation away.

Oh, bugger, that sounded rather wrong.

Same Day.
11:32 PM

Just a quick entry before I leave for the party...

The Goblet of Fire made its momentous decision approximately three hours ago. Victor Krum is the Durmstrang champion. Fleur Declaour for Beauxbatons, and Cedric Diggory for Hogwarts. And...

HARRY POTTER is Hogwart's SECOND champion.

This is absolutely absurd. The poor boy is fourteen years old. He will be competing against witches and wizards nearly three years his senior. Not that Harry won't be able to handle it- he is certainly advanced for his age- but I still fear for his safety. Alastor's warning keep running through my head..."Maybe someone's hoping Potter is going to die for it..." That, in combination with what Albus gently broke to me last month about You-Know-Who possibly regaining his earlier power creates an extremely ominous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Who would be powerful enough to hoodwink the goblet with a Confudus Charm, forcing it to spit out Harry's name? I shudder to even consider the possibilities...

So there was plenty of chaos and controversy for a good two hours afterwards, with much false accusations and finger-pointing occurring. Igor had the nerve to insist that everyone from myself to Argus somehow played a role in the surprising turn of events. Severus had to physically restrain me from tackling that fur-wearing prat when he called Albus "an incompetent headmaster, full of complete and utter rubbish."

Grrrr. If that man and I are ever alone in a dark and deserted corridor...illegal things will very quickly unfold.

With Igor, I mean. Certainly not Albus. If I ever find myself alone with that sexy beast in a secluded corner...immoral, rather than illegal things will be done on my part...

November 1st, 1994.
3:30 AM

I'm not feeling very comfortable with this whole "Snape in my quarters and a mere three hundred feet away from" situation.

Well, at least he's in a separate bed. And, thank Merlin, he does not sleep shirtless. That is a relief. I've seen quite enough skin to last me one evening...

"Oh, Min, you look darling," Pomona cooed the second I walked through the staffroom door, cloak wrapped around myself as tightly as possible.

"I'm sure I do," I said with saccharine sweetness. "It's a pity that no one will have the delight of seeing my darlingness, though." I lowered my voice. "This cloak is HERE TO STAY!"

"That's not part of the contract, dearie," that b-with-an-itch-of-a-witch tinkled, summoning the deep purple fabric in instant. There was a sharp intake of breath in unison from all of my colleagues.

"Merlin, Min, you look hot," Irma said enviously.

Oh, yes. I'm sure a 68-year old woman squeezed into a skintight black leotard and black tights, with little cat ears perched atop her head and fake whiskers is extremely hot to most people.

I took a quick glance Severus's fan club and very quickly concluded that perhaps I did look rather hot, compared to them. After all, I've been told by many that I'm the mind and soul of a 68-year old in the body of a 30-year old woman. Quite flattering, to be honest. Anyway... onto the disturbing costumes that I'm sure corrupted the innocent mind of Filius:

Rolanda: Skintight black leather miniskirt and top and knee-high black boots. I think she was going for the "motorcycle girl" look, or whatever those crazy Muggles call it, but it did not work. Let me assure you of that.

Irma: Scandalously short plaid skirt, low-cut blouse, and a huge overdose of make-up. "Naughty schoolgirl look" + 50-year old librarian did not equal success.

Sybill: The most conservative of the lot, but nevertheless still fairly inappropriate. Knee-length, gypsy skirt of outrageous colors that was nearly see-through, belly-baring silk blouse, and numerous scarves all over the place.

Poppy: Shortened and shrank her typical nurse's uniform tremendously. Ick.

Auriga: Belly-dancer. Enough said.

And finally, the worst of all:

Pomona: Playbwizard bunny. I will not even attempt to go into a detailed description, for fear if anyone were to ever read this it, they'd vomit the entire contents of their stomach, all vital organs, muscles, nerves, skin, blood, and nerve cells, etc. and choke to death on the upchuck. It was that despicable and disgusting. I wretch just thinking about thinking about it.

Damnit. I'm positive that Severus is totally trying to read what I'm writing from his cot with that X-ray vision of his...

X-ray vision? Double damnit! That means he can see through the blankets I have wrapped so tightly around myself in abrilliant imitation of a mummy and will know that I'm wearing...a nightgown! Well, it is of a Victorian-style- high necked, long-sleeved, frilly, very all-around modest...but still. I do NOT want Severus Snape gaping at my LEGS!

I need some sherry. Either that, or a good night's rest.

And, seeing as I'm not alone...I'll choose the latter. Wouldn't want to ruin my repuation..would I?

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