After Gryffindor Won Quidditch Cup
McGonagall went into Snape's office where he sat working on grading homework. This wasn't him sulking over losing the the Quidditch cup to Gryffindor... mostly, but he did do this after every game. As soon as the door to his office opened he knew exactly who it was.
"You left the final game rather quickly, Severus. Sad about something?" McGonagall teased with a smile. Snape looked up with a raised eyebrow and shook his head.
"Lots of homework I need to hand out tomorrow," Snape smiled. "And I should say congratulations, you finally got the cup. Can I say it took you long enough?"
McGonagall was taken aback. "Hey, I came here to gloat over getting it from Slytherin and you manage to still successfully gloat for it?" Snape shrugged. McGonagall pulled a chair and sat down opposite him. "You got a gift, I'll give you that."
"I should take that as a compliment, but I feel as though you are insulting me?"
"Depends, are you easily insulted?"
Snape rolled his eyes and turned back to his grading. Other teachers came in as well, all of whom looked rather pleased with themselves. Everyone was glad that Slytherin finally no longer held the cup. "Honestly," Sprout said pouring herself a cup of tea, "you've had it for far too long, Severus."
"And I hate to say it, seeing as my Ravenclaws do deserve the cup as well, but the Gryffindors have been on track since Potter started on the team and I am shocked it took them till now to get it."
McGonagall gave Flitwick a look, "Well, regrettably last year there had been the small manor of a cat, a ghost and students getting petrified."
Flitwick smiled, "Yes, yes, I'm not saying it was without reason."
Lupin, who had been quietly sitting and watching the confrontation decided to chime in. "He plays very well, I'm not overly surprised. Just like his father."
"It's in the Potter blood, I guess," McGonagall said sadly. "Also, it's in the blood for very... interesting games."
Lupin gave McGonagall a curious look, "How so?"
Many of the staff who had watched some of Potter's old games gave a slight chuckle, which only peaked Lupin's curiosity even more. "Let's say he has swallowed the snitch in his very first game after surviving being nearly thrown off his broom, his second game was one of the shortest ones I have ever seen in my time and last year he got chased by a rogue bludger during the entire duration."
"Wow, James had never had games like that..."
Snape started gathering his gradings together. The sound of everyone talking about Potter this and Potter that were making his ears hurt, let alone his brain and sanity. "Leaving all ready?"
"I got work to do." And he left.
McGonagall smiled, "He's just bitter that Slytherin lost the cup." And everyone laughed.