Spoiler: Snape casually being Azor Ahai, roasting the Night King (and the Stark family).
Snape found himself in the midst of chaos once again as he witnessed the various personalities and questionable decisions unfolding in Winterfell. His sarcasm reached new heights as he encountered one dimwitted character after another.
First, there was Arya Stark, the walking mass murderer. Snape couldn't help but roll his eyes as she bragged about her extensive kill list. "Ah, yes, a charming hobby indeed. Not at all indicative of a well-adjusted individual," he muttered under his breath.
Sansa, the traumatized drama queen, seemed to be perpetually thinking of ways to instigate unnecessary conflict. Snape found himself shaking his head in disbelief. "You would think someone who has been through so much would show a modicum of restraint, but no. Drama it is."
Then there was Brienne, the tart of Tarth, with her unwavering, almost annoying, sense of honor. Snape couldn't help but find amusement in her unyielding devotion to the ideals of knighthood. "Ah, the naïve dedication of a true knight. So refreshing, and yet so utterly impractical."
Lastly, there was Jaime, the man who thought engaging in a relationship with his psychopathic sister was a good idea. Snape couldn't possibly comprehend the thought process behind such decisions. "Clearly, this man missed out on the 'How Not to Engage in Twisted Incestuous Relationships' class at Hogwarts. A shame."
As Snape navigated through Winterfell with his signature scowl, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of frustration at the collective absurdity around him. Yet, despite his annoyance, he knew one thing for certain: defeating the Night King was of utmost importance.
Summoning his impeccable knowledge of dark magic and potions, Snape devised a plan to defeat the Night King with a well-placed Fiendfyre. He single-handedly prevented many needless deaths and thwarted the ridiculous plan to kidnap an Inferius. Those infernal plots would have only led to further disaster and Snape had no patience for such nonsense.
However, as the victory celebration began, Snape couldn't help but observe the dimwittedness of those around him. They clinked glasses, cheered, and made feeble attempts at witty banter - a stark reminder of their intellectual deficiencies.
Snape found himself seeking solace in the shadows, far removed from the festivities. He pondered whether the real struggle was not against the Night King but against the collective stupidity that seemed to thrive in this world.
Yet, through it all, Snape couldn't deny the satisfaction of saving lives, even if those lives belonged to individuals he found irritating beyond belief. He may have been surrounded by foolishness, but his snarky remarks and cunning resourcefulness had saved the day once again.
And so, in the halls of Winterfell, Snape continued to play his part, navigating the absurdities with a mix of irritation, amusement, and a small glimmer of hope. Hope that, perhaps, in this world filled with dimwitted characters and questionable decisions, his brilliance would continue to shine, even as he yearned for the return to the sanity of Hogwarts.
Well, that was anticlimatic.
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