Harry didn't like the infirmary. It smelled like antiseptic - magical antiseptic that burnt your nostrils. And he didn't like the woman inside. She seemed nosy, the type who might do more than just fix the problem of the moment. However, this night, he was a few rooms down the hallway, in an abandoned old classroom. He had his first year Charms book out (He'd already got it nearly memorized), but of course that wasn't the point.
"Move along, Mister Weasley... and the Other Mister Weasley." Snape snapped, "Your pranks will go undone today, as they would otherwise be met with a firm prejudice."
The twins didn't say anything (and Harry knew Snape was helping Amelia Greengrass to the Infirmary), but Snape continued nonetheless, "Putting first years in danger is an offense best dealt with using expulsion."
Harry didn't need to see the twins to see their faces, smirking and then nodding at the Professor.
"Do you need a lift, sir?" one twin asked, deceptively nicely.
"That will be unnecessary." Snape said coldly.
"But not insufficient!" the other one cackled - but spun in the opposite direction, casting the spell over the entire hallway. Both twins swam through the air on the way down the corridor.
That was the twins for you, mayhem and misery. They were quieter than you would believe, more patient than their manners suggested. They didn't pull punches, but they also didn't punch people who were already down. Keen eyes, sharp ears.
And Harry could smile, a little bit, knowing that floors away, a Staff Meeting was midway in progress. And Severus Snape was helping little Amelia Greengrass to the infirmary. Not that Snape would ever admit to liking being helpful. But he did like it.
And Harry could enjoy the lack of irritated Potions Master for the rest of the week!
This wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. Harry had the vague impression that Minerva McGonagall knew what was going on, she seemed to be smirking a lot lately... Snape, however, hadn't even a shred of suspicion.
Life Was Sweet.
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