Late Arrivals and Lifetime Rivals: Snape's Worst Halloween

When we last left the party, all ruddy hell was about to break loose…

Chapter 6: The Late Arrival

In my estimation, the worst behaved was Sirius Black who was laughing so hard he appeared to be in convulsions.

He was slapping Hagrid on the back and was bent over double, hardly able to contain himself amongst his howling shrieks of laughter and his pain-staking moans of, "Oh…Sniv-ell-us…oh, no…no!"

Hagrid was crinkling his eyes like he still couldn't believe what he had just seen.

Snape's co-workers were laughing so hard that tears fell from their faces.

McGonagall offered to Flitwick as she caught her breath, "…and the next time he brags about Slytherin and the Quidditch Cup…"

Tonks was writhing and rolling around on the ground, breaking into fresh gales of giggles whenever she attempted to remove herself from the floor. That son-of-a-bitch had been merciless to her at school. Potions was an extremely difficult subject for a person as clumsy as herself. Lupin, who was standing, had tried to admonish her several times to not make fun of Severus, but even Lupin had to smile.

I heard raucous laughter over in the corner where the children sat. They seemed to have to get it out before their Potions Master returned. Harry looked at his godfather and was so happy to see him in such good spirits. The twins were preoccupied enough to even leave poor Ron alone, who was chuckling and looking relieved.

And as for myself…I had to work with Snape the next day, so all I could do was put a hand to my mouth and hope for the best when he finally decided to slither back from the loo.

It was then that a knock at the door was heard and Flitwick ran for the door and opened it.

Flitwick slapped a hand to his head, shook his head a few times, and announced, "Oh dear, Professor Moody is here."

Dumbledore, who I had taken no notice of since Snape's arrival, had turned towards the refreshment table and helped himself to a sweet. However, even with his back turned from the guests, I saw the shoulders of his tall frame slightly shaking and thought I heard low, muffled snickering.

Moody walked in and Merlin, NO! I thought.

Moody was dressed as Professor Snape.