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Author's Note: Well it's been a whole year since I updated this fic' so that means… IT'S ALAN RICKMAN'S BIRTHDAY again. He's 60! (yesterday – fanfic' wouldn't upload the chapter)

Hyperactive AR fans: Happy birthday, Alan!

Rickmaniac#1: We really really love you!

AR: …hey, don't I know you from somewhere?

Rickmaniac#2: No.

AR: Yeah, I think I do… wait a second… it's you! (points finger accusingly)

Rickmamiac#3: No you've got it wrong. This is the first time you've ever seen us!

Rickmaniac#1: NOW!

Rickmaniac#2: (jumps at AR with a big bag)

AR: Bigger, I knew it was you lot again. (runs like hell)

ZZZZ

I was only Rickmaniac2 this time. They overthrew he for failing the mission… er for failing to greet Alan in the proper manor… there was no mission! (mumble she failed it too mumble)

ZZZZ

Chapter Two ZZZZ

The day was finally over! It had been a long day for Severus, just one of those days that seemed to go on forever. He was tired and pissed off at life in general.

He headed to his office to collect some papers that needed to be corrected. On opening the door, Severus spotted a letter hovering over his desk. It looked the same as the one he had received earlier that day. He quickly opened it.

Hey Sev,

Okay so I forgot the details in the letter. Stupid me! Well get ready as fast as you can because the reunion is at 7.30pm.

"Well he was right when he said it was a late letter," Severus grumbled. He was in no mood to go out tonight.

And I don't care if you don't want to come because, like I already said, I will find you and drag you by the hair! See you soon,

Jamie

p.s. at the Hogs Head Inn.

Severus groaned. He was not in the mood for his perky cousin tonight. And the rest of them. 'Oh well. I'd better get these papers done.' He knew that he was likely to come home totally smashed out of his brain. 'Well at least that's something to look forward to.'

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Severus walked into the Hogs Head at 7.20 in a slightly better mood. He was looking forward to this again.

A man with a bushy mustache in an old cardigan came running up to him, throwing an arm around his neck. "Severus," he cried.

Ducking under the man's arm, Severus clapped him on the back. "Jamie, how are you?"

"Grand. Great now you're finally here!"

"I thought I was early," Severus looked at the clock on the wall behind the bar.

"You are but still… well we're all in the back room so get your ass in there!" He dragged Severus by the arm.

"Finally here I see," came the voice of Severus' second cousin George, former Sheriff of Nottingham.

"Finally killed by Robin I hear," Severus retorted.

"Actually he did stab me but Mortianna's sister decided to finish me off!" The ghost looked sour.

"Good."

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