Hello again!

Snape; Good morning.

"You're very cheerful today." *Eyes him suspiciously. "Have you been nipping at Jack's store of gin?"

Snape; Me? Consume alcohol? I could never risk the stuff, after all, alcohol loosens the tongue and being a spy, that could land me in deep boomslang shit.

"Well, why are you so happy then?"

Snape;*Rubs hands together gleefully* You've got so little time left to annoy me!

"Won't you be even a little bit sad when I finish this up?"

Snape: *thinks for a moment* I'll miss trying to make you look like a chit.

*sigh* "You'll never change."

Snape: Of course! Could you see me being all sappy and sentimental?

"If you only had a heart."

Snape: If I had a heart, I would have considered- *snaps mouth closed*

"Considered what?"

Snape: *blushes and growls* Never you mind. Just get on with the disclaimer.

"Whatever." *Smiles* "Hello, I'm Melda and the following story is brought to you by me, however, I am not the owner of many of the characters in said story. These aforementioned characters, therefore, are also not a source of profit for me as an individual. Thank you and have a nice day!"

Snape; *grumbles* Oh sure, you had to go and try to sound smart.

Marie tapped a finger against her chin. "Well, actually, he has cursed quite a few times." She told ruefully.

"At least he doesn't make it a point to curse a blue streak through every sentance he utters!" retorted with a glare at Snape.

"Let's just go find the damn slippers." Growled the surly professor.

"You see!" exclaimed, exhasperated. "It never stops! He'll be having my Charlie saying the 'F' word four times a day!"

"Is this really such a big deal?" Jareth interjected with an annoyed sigh. "Can't we just leave each other's habits alone until we sort this little problem out?"

"WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOTHER-FUCKING EMERALD CITY IN THE MIDDLE OF MOTHER-FUCKING OZ!" Shouted Snape, his pale face turning red with rage. "And if we don't go find the bloody slippers right this instant, I am going to DRAG you back to *my* mother-fucking Canon so that I can hex your worthless bollocks off!"

There was silence, a dead silence as they all just stared at him. That was when Marie raised her hand. "Ummmm...what are bollocks?" She asked with a confused expression.

Snape roared with frustration and pointed at Jack. "You're from Essex, why don't *you* tell her, pirate-boy!"

Jack leaned over and whispered to Hellboy. "Did 'e really jus' call me pira'e-boy?"

Snape ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath before storming off. Marie bit her lip and looked up at Jack, who wasn't quite sure what had just happened. "Are bollocks part of being a pirate?" She asked innocently.

Jack shook with laughter. "*Well*," He said with a wink at the others in the group who were smirking. "Ya migh' say tha' i's a very importan' par' o' bein' one."

Marie huffed at the vague answer as her friends encouraged her to go along with them. She risked a glance back at the receeding form of Snape as he stomped though the field of poppies. "I hope he'll be alright."

Aragorn patted her on the shoulder. "He can take care of himself."

"Still, I'm worried for some reason." She confessed. "Call it woman's intuition, but I have a feeling that something is going to happen to him."

"I highly doubt that." Willy said cheerfully. "After all, the most dangerous things here are those darn apple trees!" He rubbed his head where he'd been bonked with a red delicious.

She chuckled, remembering their journey to the Emerald City fondly. "Oh, yes. That's true."

"Speaking of apples...how about a snack or two before we follow in old grouchy-gut's footsteps and head off to find the slippers?" Pippin brought out some of the apples he'd stashed away during that particular incident.

"That sounds nice." Arwen smiled at him as they began to dig in. "Hobbits always know when to produce comfort food."

"Darn skippy." Marie agreed happily just before she bit into a shiny red one.