Late Arrivals and Lifetime Rivals: Snape's Worst Halloween

When we last left the party…Moody was dressed as Professor Snape, Professor Snape was still in the bathroom, and Professor Vector's nerves, shot as they were, had taken another blow.

Chapter 7: Moody See, Moody Do

Prior to Alistair Moody's arrival, there was some hope that the room would settle down before Snape returned. Once Moody walked into the living room, all possible hope for some semblance of order broke down as the guests had given up any thought of restraint and the room erupted into louder shouts of laughter.

Moody had actually broken his reserved demeanor for the holiday and was egged on by the encouragement. Constant Vigilance was on holiday as well.

"FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" he barked in a nasaly, high-pitched voice. Complete with his Irish brogue it was a terrible impersonation of Snape.

Moody had on black robes and a long black wig. Seeing his limping gait and magical eye while dressed as Snape, was just too much for all present.

After several Snape impressions that grew exceedingly worse yet got the crowd in hysterics, Molly informed Moody that Professor Snape was in the bathroom.

"Well, what is taking him so long to get down here?" grumbled Moody. "He has to see this…"

Moody though all the laughter was channeled at his genius costume, little did he know…

"He is in his lair, laying basilisk eggs." Sirius barked, laughing heartily and the room started up again.

I panicked. He would take it out on me tomorrow. These people didn't have to be

around him as much at work, as I unfortunately had to. He would never recover from this…!

I then decided that I would go and check on him.

I left the room and luckily, as I made my way upstairs to the bathroom, Severus was coming down the stairs shifting side to side like a muggle sumo wrestler and trying to maintain his balance.

I stopped him on the stairs so I could somehow prepare him before he entered the living room.

"I heard you fools from upstairs. I can hear the spectacle you are making of yourselves down there," said Snape, smirking.

"Er, no," I said. "No one is laughing…at you." I lied. "Well, not you exactly, Professor Moody has arrived, and he came as you."

Snape let out a growl and his eyes narrowed to slits. I followed him into the living room, careful to keep an eye on his tail.

"One jest directed at me from that decrepit dolt and…" he whispered

"Severus, I heard you were a basilisk. One of the most feared creatures in our world," Moody had unknowlingly defused the situation.

Sirius, with his lifelong hatred of Snape, of course, had to intervene. "Don't worry, Moody. This basilisk is harmless, not able to inflict too much damage. I'd worry about more about the snake's throat." Sirius pointed to where Snape's actual mouth was.

"How effective can a cross-eyed basilisk be?"

As Sirius howled with laughter, I noticed that the eyes on Snape's costume had indeed shifted and were now facing each other.