Yes another chapter though well I doubt people are reading this
so again why do I listen to those little voices in my head that tell me to write
oh yeah...because I'm the only one who can hear them
anyway unto the story
Again slightly sugestive but nothing going on
Aug 15
Isis had so far gotten two emails from Pttermore. One was to validate her account, another was to tell her she was a Beta Tester- as if she didn't already know that-, and she would be able to access her account sometime between the mid-August and end of September.
So here she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her computer on the living room table.
"Where the bloody hell is my email!" she screamed at the screen.
So far she had seen other peoples statuts and sites, even screen shots, showing that they had gotten into Pottermore. She had registered day One so shouldn't she have gotten in by now?
As she checked her email once more, a loud frusterating growl filled the silent room. No matter how many profanities, spells, charms, or enchantments she yelled...no email or site access came.
Severus walked in at the exact moment Isis decided to jump up and yell, "IMPERIO!" at her computer.
Now Severus was a brave man, not a coward, but one thing scared and baffled him, his wifes behavior at times. Times such as now. He knew very little about Muggle technology, but he was fairy certain the Imperious curse would have no effect on it.
He sighed, sometimes his wife acted like a hyperactive teenager then the wise Dark Arts expert he knew her to be. At times such as these, Isis would reason, "Sometimes you need to let your inner child out, or else you'll forget how wonderful life could be."
He didn't understand how life could be so wonderful, when one actes like a foolish child.
Isis noticed Severus and turned to him with a pout and big eyes. "S-Severus," she whimpered, "they aren't letting me in. Why are they being so mean? Make it work..." she stated with another whimper and tear filled eyes.
The whole situation was amusing, Isis stood there pleading, her perfectly full lips in a pout and deep brown eyes filled with unshed tears. Her many layered choclate brown hair spilled over her shoulders. She wore her black silk pajama bottoms which hugged her hips tightly and a see through, tight white tang top. Now the whole sitiuation should be amusing, but Severus was not amused...
He walked over to her muggle...thing...and looked down on the screen. "If your waiting for a letter your Owl should have been here by now."
She crossed her arms and pouted more, "its not a Owl Sev. Its eeee-mail, electoronic. It can only come from the computer, no Owls."
"Thats about as pointless as Muggle post."
"its faster." she stated simply.
"where's your letter then?" he paused for her reaction. "Exactly as I thought, pointless."
If you asked Isis, Severus was a bit to smug, for her liking "Hmm, really. So then love wheres that Owl you've waiting for from Potions Master Monthly." He scowled at her. "Just as I thought." she stated innocently.
He growled softly, "You're going to be punished for that."
She waved at him, "Oh please Sev, what are you going to make me do, clean bedpans with out magic." she turned back to her computer, refreshing her email once again.
He grolwed softly in her ear from behind, "Maybe I'll just tie you to the bed."
She let out a loud squeal as Severus tossed her over his shoulder and took her to the bedroom.