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Adult ++
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13
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12,677
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69
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Day 11
Thanks to Emerald Snape, hera, Amanda, adi, Sandra F, and cameron! You guys rock.
JJ, I'm flattered, thank you so much :D An all relationships will be revealed in time... *waves fingers mysteriously*
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Severus Snape, for the first time in twenty years of teaching, woke up late.
He didn’t notice at first, having no windows in his rooms nor any in the whole lower levels of the dungeons. He woke up, showered, dressed, and ate in his chambers that ‘morning’ as though it was five am, he fully believed it to be so.
It was in passing his clock and moving to open his door that he discovered something amiss. Severus was quite use to pattern and while his evenings had been disrupted this past week, his mornings were still more or less unchanged. The clock hands always read five thirty when he passed them, today they were at one o’clock, the beginning of his ravenclaw/gryffindor third year class.
He stormed out of his rooms and stalked down the hallway. There were no students in the corridors. No one dared be late for Potions, be the teacher there or not. He billowed into his classroom only a minute later, not that uncommon, though he did interrupt Albus in the beginnings of a speech, very uncommon. He swept forward, placing his books at his desk and looking down his nose at his students. “Thank you, Albus for playing babysitter however I am perfectly capable to teaching the miscreants myself. If you would be-“
He was soundly interrupted by a chorus of flutes and recorders in the hands of eleven men and women that lined the walls of his classroom. Albus clapped his hands like a child. “Oh they do play! I was beginning to wonder, Severus if they were just for show.”
“No… never for show, Albus.” He sighed inwardly, wondering if he would, in fact, be able to teach anything today. After the duration of the song, however, he was graced with silence and he leapt into his lecture before they could begin again.
The pipers remained silent throughout his lecture and for that mercy he didn’t alter their robe colors. He didn’t want them to decide to retaliate by playing in the middle of his next classes if he could avoid it.
By dinner rumors were rampant about where he had been. His slytherins had not been in his one o’clock class and thus, could do little to defend their head of house.
--//--
Snape was quite thankful when his last class of the day let out and he was able to escape the pipers and noise for his quiet rooms. Unfortunately he was intercepted on his way by none other than Remus Lupin, the man whom, he had come to understand, had taken his place in his morning lessons with Draco and Harry playing an impromptu teaching double for DADA.
“Good evening, Severus. I was hoping to have a word with you.”
“Seeing as we are both on the way to dinner and the hallways are public there is no way for me to get out of it, is there? Very well; what is it that requires my individual expertise?”
“Nothing so important, I presume. I was merely wondering what happened this morning? You haven’t been late in quite a while and-“
“Never.” Severus interrupted.
“Pardon?”
“I’ve never been late for a class. I have always been either on time or planned an absence.” He turned sharply at the open hall doors. Looking down his nose as best he could. “I slept in, if you must know.” With that he whirled away, leaving a rather befuddled Remus behind.
--//--
A flute. Albeit a very beautiful instrument, very finely crafted and obscenely expensive, but what in the world was he to do with a flute?
Then again, why was he keeping three animated French hens in his wine cabinet?
With a smile born of one giving up the fight, Severus replaced the flute in its case and snapped the lid closed. The case was then put askew on his coffee table for lack of a better spot for it. He didn’t often have visitors but in the rare event that Albus decided to pay him, it would be there to center conversation around. Granted, conversation with Albus was never a guaranteed thing and most of the time it danced around the topic while the Headmaster gained all the information he ever needed to know without the other members of the conversation knowing, but that was all extra hodgepodge. The point was, he needed a place to put an instrument he didn’t know how to play but wanted to display and that seemed the best spot for it.
Of course, he mused, if his intent was to spark conversation (heaven forbid) than he should probably display a particular set of rings now locked away in his bedroom. He laughed dryly. Yes, that would raise some conversation indeed.
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AN: Two to go.
JJ, I'm flattered, thank you so much :D An all relationships will be revealed in time... *waves fingers mysteriously*
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Severus Snape, for the first time in twenty years of teaching, woke up late.
He didn’t notice at first, having no windows in his rooms nor any in the whole lower levels of the dungeons. He woke up, showered, dressed, and ate in his chambers that ‘morning’ as though it was five am, he fully believed it to be so.
It was in passing his clock and moving to open his door that he discovered something amiss. Severus was quite use to pattern and while his evenings had been disrupted this past week, his mornings were still more or less unchanged. The clock hands always read five thirty when he passed them, today they were at one o’clock, the beginning of his ravenclaw/gryffindor third year class.
He stormed out of his rooms and stalked down the hallway. There were no students in the corridors. No one dared be late for Potions, be the teacher there or not. He billowed into his classroom only a minute later, not that uncommon, though he did interrupt Albus in the beginnings of a speech, very uncommon. He swept forward, placing his books at his desk and looking down his nose at his students. “Thank you, Albus for playing babysitter however I am perfectly capable to teaching the miscreants myself. If you would be-“
He was soundly interrupted by a chorus of flutes and recorders in the hands of eleven men and women that lined the walls of his classroom. Albus clapped his hands like a child. “Oh they do play! I was beginning to wonder, Severus if they were just for show.”
“No… never for show, Albus.” He sighed inwardly, wondering if he would, in fact, be able to teach anything today. After the duration of the song, however, he was graced with silence and he leapt into his lecture before they could begin again.
The pipers remained silent throughout his lecture and for that mercy he didn’t alter their robe colors. He didn’t want them to decide to retaliate by playing in the middle of his next classes if he could avoid it.
By dinner rumors were rampant about where he had been. His slytherins had not been in his one o’clock class and thus, could do little to defend their head of house.
--//--
Snape was quite thankful when his last class of the day let out and he was able to escape the pipers and noise for his quiet rooms. Unfortunately he was intercepted on his way by none other than Remus Lupin, the man whom, he had come to understand, had taken his place in his morning lessons with Draco and Harry playing an impromptu teaching double for DADA.
“Good evening, Severus. I was hoping to have a word with you.”
“Seeing as we are both on the way to dinner and the hallways are public there is no way for me to get out of it, is there? Very well; what is it that requires my individual expertise?”
“Nothing so important, I presume. I was merely wondering what happened this morning? You haven’t been late in quite a while and-“
“Never.” Severus interrupted.
“Pardon?”
“I’ve never been late for a class. I have always been either on time or planned an absence.” He turned sharply at the open hall doors. Looking down his nose as best he could. “I slept in, if you must know.” With that he whirled away, leaving a rather befuddled Remus behind.
--//--
A flute. Albeit a very beautiful instrument, very finely crafted and obscenely expensive, but what in the world was he to do with a flute?
Then again, why was he keeping three animated French hens in his wine cabinet?
With a smile born of one giving up the fight, Severus replaced the flute in its case and snapped the lid closed. The case was then put askew on his coffee table for lack of a better spot for it. He didn’t often have visitors but in the rare event that Albus decided to pay him, it would be there to center conversation around. Granted, conversation with Albus was never a guaranteed thing and most of the time it danced around the topic while the Headmaster gained all the information he ever needed to know without the other members of the conversation knowing, but that was all extra hodgepodge. The point was, he needed a place to put an instrument he didn’t know how to play but wanted to display and that seemed the best spot for it.
Of course, he mused, if his intent was to spark conversation (heaven forbid) than he should probably display a particular set of rings now locked away in his bedroom. He laughed dryly. Yes, that would raise some conversation indeed.
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AN: Two to go.