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It was about a week later, and something exciting happened. Severus got an invitation. That never happened. After checking it for anthrax, he opened it up with trembling hands. It was just a staff meeting invitation. Except Severus didn't even know why Dumbledore sent those things, because you had to go anyways, or else you were deep in the soup, or whatever that saying was. The thing was, all the staff meetings were on days everyone had off. Severus thought Dumbledore must be sick-minded to do that.

As he made his way to the staffroom, he saw Phineas Nigellus in a picture, who asked if he wanted to have a tea party Wednesday. He didn't answer.

Severus looked up ahead of him and his heart rate quickened. Quirrell was there, walking along very slow and nervous-like to the staff meeting. He looked like he was talking to himself. That was when Severus had the very good idea of stalking Quirrell. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, then got on tip-toes, and silently padded after Quirrell. Only Severus never found anything out, because Professor McGonagall was outside the staff room door.

"What in the world are you doing, Severus?" she asked with her loud mouth. He did the 'shhh' sign at her, but Quirrell had already turned in his direction, looking puzzled, and for a while, a little bit mean.

"SO!" Severus said, pressing his face up against Quirrell's and tightening his oh-so-flexible lips into a line.

"So what?" he asked, sounding nervous and confused at the same time.

While Severus thought on that one, Quirrell made a daring escape into the staff room.

The staff meeting was a bore. Professor Sprout started passing peanuts around, but everyone refused. Professor Binns got all depressed and went into a corner because he figured ghosts didn't count.

"Attention, everyone!" said Dumbledore, sounding like his esophagus was strained. Which wasn't unusual, Severus thought. "I would like to call this meeting to order to share some of our suggestions about some of the changes we would like to see in the school this year. Blab la blab la blab la BLA.."

Severus felt eyes on him, and turned around in his seat a little. Professor Trelawney was staring right at him, looking a little faint, and smiling a wispy smile.

"Please do turn around," he hissed quietly at her.

She snapped out of it and looked at him, blushing. "Sorry Severus," she giggled. That was when Severus had a vague suspicion, and checked to see if there was a sticky note on his back. Nope. Gee, this room was very bright. Someday he bet he would probably go blind during a staff meeting. He wondered if it was daylight savings time. If so, he better turn his clocks back.

"Is that all right with you, Severus?"

"Huh?" A few people laughed.

"I asked if that was all right with you?"

"What?"

"If you could give Neville Longbottom extra lessons on Mondays. Potions seems to be his weak point."

The peanuts had just come around to Severus for the third time, and he dropped them in shock. Professor Sprout made a disgruntled noise from behind him. Dumbledore was looking at him with an expectant twinkle in his eye.

"Definitely not! I mean, what I mean is…I'm booked on Monday. Yes, definitely booked."

"That's too bad," Dumbledore said, not believing him. "Now, does anyone have any of their own suggestions about changes we could make?"

Severus raised his hand. So did a lot of other teachers.

"Hmm, let's see…Quirrell-who-I-don't-know-the-first-name-of?"

Severus felt a pang of jealousy, and did a silent 'humph' noise. Quirrell had raised his hand long after him. He must really be Dumbledore's favorite.

"I v-v-vote that n-no one sh-sh-should stalk anyone e-else in th-the h-halls."

"Stalking?" squeaked a frightened Flitwick. Severus wondered if he was wearing a mask or if his real face was really that scary.

"Well, I'd hope no one's doing that to begin with," Dumbledore said, looking at Severus, who tried to look clueless at the last moment.

"Agreed," said Professor McGonagall in her loud goose-voice from her spot next to Severus. Severus's ear almost fell off. He wondered if they were playing the top twenty wizarding smashes on his radio yet. He raised his hand a bit higher. It was starting to really ache.

"Ah, Professor Binns?"

Professor Binns ruffled his papers and gave everyone a shy look.

"I vote that we should have equal rights for ghosts," he rasped in his dry papery voice. Severus wondered if he ever noticed he was dead.

Professor Trelawney started humming under her breath. Sprout raised her hand.

"I vote that the Hufflepuff- she broke off and glared at Severus, who had a silent laughing fit. Dumbledore looked at Severus with raised eyebrows, so Severus canned it with much effort.

"As I was saying, I vote that the Hufflepuff (here Severus strained to keep his laughter in) Quidditch team gets more time on the pitch. Slytherin team is hogging it. They're out there just about every day!"

Severus raised his eyebrows. He hadn't meant to hog the Quidditch pitch, he just signed every petition the players in his house brought to him (after a while you don't even read them anymore).

Finally, Dumbledore called on Severus.

"Good, because my arm was really starting to hurt," he thought. Or did he say that? Judging by the way everyone was looking at him now, he had. He gave the rubber band around his wrist a snap under the table and grimaced.

"Don't overexaggerate the pain," said Clueless-but-thinks-she-knows-everything-McGonagall. "We know your arm doesn't really hurt."

"What was your suggestion, Severus?" Dumbledore asked, looking a trifle impatient. Wasn't trifle a kind of food?

Hmmm, what was his suggestion?

"I think we should make detention in the forbidden forest without Hagrid. And that I should have a plaque that says my name on the door next year."

"What door would you want it on, Severus?"

Severus thought a while. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is a nice place," he said innocently.

Dumbledore did not seem to pick up the clue.