The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: I had a crazy idea for this chapter, and I had to disregard the fact that this chapter now has two chapters. So yeah, too bad.
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Chapter Eighteen: What Would Snape Do For A Klondike Bar?
For a Klondike bar, Snape thought to himself, this isn't so hard. The first few steps were though, in the Muggle department store. If anyone asks, it's for my wife, he planned. Try not to say anything if they don't ask.
He shifted uncomfortably, looking around him. His mind went back and forth from wondering if this was worth a Klondike bar. This was a tad embarrassing.
And who was doing this? Who is providing the Klondike bars? Was there a deeper meaning? Snape's Death Eater tattoo started tingling. Could it be him? Is he the one behind the Klondike bars?
Snape denied it was him. Instead, he continued to buy a large, red hat, for his Red Hat Society party in two hours. He had borrowed (more like taken without permission) a purple dress him McGonagall. Hopefully, she'd never find out, there would be hell to pay.
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A/N: If you don't know what the Red Hat Society is, please don't ask me. Just look it up on google.