Enchanted Parchment

I will warn all my readers now - expect an influx of Severus and Voldemort stories after today's confrontation between two of my favourite guys. No, my opinion was not swayed about a certain Lily Potter - in fact, if it were possible, I hate her even more. On that note, keep voting on the poll - it only has three days left to run! I know I am very behind on my correspondence - I will rectify that over the weekend!

Enchanted Parchment has now overtaken Broken, my masterpiece story that took over six months to complete, in six weeks, in terms of reviews. I love all 142 of you!

Oh, I have been slightly naughty in this chapter - heh heh - but what is a couple of innuendos, amongst friends, right?

*raises eyebrows suggestively* ...

~SS19

Deck the Halls with boughs of holly - fa la la la la, la la la la!

Must you do that every year, Headmaster?

Absolutely, my dear Severus! I do like to indulge you in some Christmas cheer! Also, did you like what I did to your bedroom?

...I am in the staffroom. What did you do to my rooms?

You simply must try some of Minerva's shortbread - her sister sent it to her - it is simply delectable.

Do not deflect, Dumbledore. What did you do to my room?

I simply livened up the decor. Just slightly.

Will I have to restore my eyesight, in a repeat of what happened the last time you thought you would try interior design?

Severus. When you told me magenta and yellow bedspreads and curtains and carpets would want to make you scratch your eyes out, I genuinely believed it to be just an attempt at humour by you! How was I supposed to know you were being deadly serious?

And when am I not 'deadly serious'?

A fair point. I promise I have not been quite so radical this time. You can let me know what you think later.

I am incredibly tempted to go and inspect the damage now, but I fear I will have to kill you. And I am far too comfortable here.

In the staffroom? Comfortable? Miracles never cease, Severus!

Indeed.

When can I expect your presence tomorrow? After dinner as normal?

Yes. I suppose you will expect me to attend Christmas dinner?

But of course! I know how much you like the turkey, Severus. I am rather excited to give you your Christmas gift, this year. I am sure it will be a fine addition to your wardrobe!

Merlin. I did tell you I hated polka dots, didn't I?

Must have been something I forgot...old age, you know, my boy. Addles the mind.

I have noticed.

You were supposed to disagree with me!

It cannot be worse than last year's offering...

Severus! I thought the underwear with the green serpents on was rather amusing!

One wonders how you managed to get exactly the right size, Dumbledore.

Oh, well, there was that one wild night four years ago after all that Firewhiskey, I am sure you remember...your glare is terrifying, I shall stop.

I think that wise.

Though, I seem to remember that you did prove the rumour about Slytherins and their - ah - serpents - as correct - I'm joking, Severus!

Really? I seem to remember being bitterly disappointed. I suppose it is true then - Gryffindors really do use their foolishness to overcompensate for...things that are lacking...

I'm sorry, what?

Just before you continue implying and suggesting, Headmaster, may I remind you of a certain rash in a certain place that a certain Headmaster needed a certain Potions Master to eradicate for it was causing him much discomfort. Factor that - and the knowledge that I intend to be drinking tonight, so my tongue may be looser tomorrow - into your calculations when you consider if it is worth continuing down this route...

I'm thinking...we should change the subject, my boy.

I concur.

You are Slytherin to the end.

Indeed. It is one of my many talents.

As well as being silver-tongued? Of course...I would know...

I am wondering who in this rather crowded staffroom would be most interested to know about Albus Dumbledore's little problem.

I surrender.

...What did happen that night?

You do not remember?

No. I remember the hangover, though.

I seem to remember you falling asleep on my sofa. I put a blanket around you and went to bed myself. The next morning, you were very amusing. That would teach you to play a Dumbledore drinking game.

For such a wise and powerful wizard - you have a very childish sense of humour.

You are too kind, my dear. I bow to your compliment. As thrilling as this conversation has been, I must go - I was supposed to be with the Minister an hour ago. See you at dinner, Severus. A very merry Christmas Eve to you!

A very merry Christmas Eve to you too, Headmaster.

Heh heh heh. Albus Dumbledore's little problem. Severus Snape is a genius, I tell you. More updates on Monday. ~ SS19