Woes of a Potions Master
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The Joke Plays Out
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Chapter 11 ~ The Joke Plays Out
The next morning found the Great Hall full. All the students of Hogwarts were in attendance. Severus was already seated at the staff table when Hermione walked in. Severus did a double take. His wife had her head wrapped in a scarf, and her hair looked bumpy beneath it. What in the world had she done to her hair? Hermione’s eyes met his for a moment, a bit of heat in them that made his stomach flip over as the memory of her orgasming in the shower returned. He wanted her badly.
Hermione went and took her seat next to Sybil, who looked at the witch’s wrapped head and predicted she was going to have a bad hair day. Hermione rolled her eyes and ordered her breakfast. The doors flew open and in stalked the Snapelets. There were only six of them now, Miss Hedgewood having dropped out after her confrontation with the Potions Master. They walked two abreast now, scowling their way to their tables amid the usual laughter and finger pointing. Severus watched them with a furrowed brow. Hopefully, this would be the last day he’d witness such an entrance.
As everyone ate their meals, the morning owl post arrived delivering the usual parchments and packages to staff and students. There were quite a few birds, so no one but the Professor noticed a rather inconspicuous owl with a bottle attached to it leg pull out the stopper with its beak and circle the Great Hall without making any delivery at all. The owl passed over all the house tables several times before exiting the Great Hall. Severus sniffed. He didn’t smell anything. He hoped that the draught had indeed worked. The Potions Master looked around and saw no difference in the students’ actions. Well, Fred and George said the effects of the draught would be apparent by the next meal. Albus gave his monthly update to the student body. It was quite short and really contained nothing new, but it was required just the same. Severus finished his breakfast, took another look at his wife, then exited the Great Hall, heading for the dungeons.
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It seemed like the morning hours had weights attached to them, they dragged so badly. Severus was constantly looking at the clock, impatient for lunchtime to arrive. At five minutes to twelve he exited the dungeons and headed for the Great Hall. The halls of Hogwarts were eerily empty. There wasn’t a single student in sight. Normally there would be quite a few students arriving early, but today, nothing. He entered the Hall through the staff entrance and took his seat. He watched as staff member after staff member arrived, also looking at the Hall bewildered as they took their seats. There still wasn’t one student at lunch. This was very odd.
The Headmaster was the last to enter the Great Hall. His blue eyes swept the empty tables a bit worriedly as he walked to his seat and sat down. Nonetheless, he ordered his food as if nothing was amiss. The rest of the staff followed suit. Hermione had her brow furrowed. Every single staff member looked baffled…except for her husband, who was calmly eating. But then again, that was standard Severus. He wouldn’t care if the students never came to lunch in the Great Hall again. In fact, he would probably claim their absence was better for his digestion.
Suddenly the doors flew open, and the Snapelets walked in. But somehow, they didn’t seem as self-assured as usual. Their scowls were absent for one thing, and their formation not as tight as usual. They seemed to be rushing to their seats. This didn’t stop the staff from tittering however, and looking at Severus smugly. Most of them enjoyed the Potions Master’s distress, he was such a cold, snarky associate. It was as if he had finally received his comeuppance. The Potions Master showed no reaction, his black eyes focused on the door as the Snapelets quickly sat down and also turned their black eyes to the Great Hall entrance.
A sudden rumbling seemed to fill the castle…like the sound of an approaching stampede. The staff looked up startled.
“What in the world is happening, Albus?” Minerva called to the Headmaster from down the table.
“I am sure I don’t know, Minerva. But as the noise is getting closer, I suspect we will know soon enough,” the Headmaster replied, his eyes on the doors.
Suddenly the doors were flung open and students poured in. At least, they should have been students. Severus started laughing…laughing out loud, a deep rich sound that filled the Hall as the staff members looked at him and the students in shock.
They poured in the doors, an assortment of Dumbledores, McGonagalls, Flitwicks, Hooches, Trelawaneys, Sinistras, Sprouts, and Vectors. There were even a few Hermiones, Hagrids, Pinces and low and behold Filches in the mix. All of the students emulated the walks and facial expressions of their favorite Hogwarts staff member perfectly. It was bedlam as the students took their seats, the bewildered staff not knowing what to do as they watched their imitators act out.
Hermione covered her mouth and looked down the table at her laughing husband. It was easy to see he had something to do with this, though how he pulled it off, she couldn’t figure out. Minerva scowled as tight-lipped replicas of herself looked down their noses imperiously at twinkling eyed Albuses, who peered over their half-mooned glasses and pulled lemon drops out of their brightly colored robe pockets. They all wore gaudy robes of stars, rainbows, and great long beards, some braided, others with ribbons in them. The Flitwicks were all rather large, but all had tufts of hair sticking out of their heads from under bald skullcaps, sported handlebar mustaches, and spoke in irritatingly squeaky voices as they asked for the food to be passed.
The Trelawneys all were speaking in exaggerated, spooky divination voices, making predictions of gloom and doom, each trying to outdo the other, scarves trailing in such abundance, they were getting tangled in their arms and falling into the food dishes. All of the Hermiones had their faces in books as they ate, dropping food as they did so. Hermione scowled a little at this perception of herself. Actually almost all the staff was scowling. Albus stood up and tinged a glass with his fork. The Great Hall went silent as all the pseudo-staff members looked up at the staff tables, frozen in whatever position they were in when the Headmaster called for silence.
“What is going on here?” Albus roared, scowling.
Professor Snape looked down the table at him.
“It appears, Headmaster, the students are all indulging in self-expression, and mimicking the staff member of their choice,” he said silkily, his black eyes flashing at Albus victoriously, ”Certainly they have a right to do so. Who are we to force them to conform to what we consider ‘normalcy?’ They are just expressing their admiration after all. The staff should be flattered.”
Albus looked at the Potions Master with narrowed eyes for a moment, before he shook his head in defeat.
“Ah Severus, you turn my words around on me, my boy,” he said, looking at the sea of copycats before him, watching him intently.” This situation will never do. It will disrupt classes and lower the moral of our staff,” Albus said, as a Flitwick at the Hufflepuff table fell off the bench, mimicking the clumsiness of the real Professor, whose little face was scrunched up in a frown as the poser brush off his robes, squeaked “I’m all right” and sat back down.
Albus sighed. “I hereby make it against school policy for any student to imitate in dress, word or manner any Hogwarts staff member. If you admire your teachers, then simply tell them so. Do not immerse yourselves so totally in their attributes, that you lose your own. Now everyone back to their dorms and change into your uniforms, then return for a late lunch. That is all,” Albus said. The student body all rose and filed from the hall. Soon it was just the staff left. Albus looked at Severus.
“I am truly sorry, Severus. I had no idea what it was like for you. If I had, I would have disbanded the Snapelets long ago,” he said sincerely. The rest of the staff looked rather shamefaced themselves.
Severus simply blinked at the Headmaster, saying nothing at first. His eyes fell on Hermione, and darkened. Then he said in a low, cold voice, “It’s no more than what I am used to, Headmaster. People have never held my feelings about matters in high regard, or shown any great consideration toward me. You all treated me as I have been treated for most of my life, sir. As always it took the boggart being placed in your own closets to make you realize just how unfair and disturbing the Snapelet situation was. Suddenly the humorous situation wasn’t quite so humorous when it was all of you who were the butt of the joke. You can all save your apologies. I’m just glad it’s over,” the Professor said, rising from the table, “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
Severus rose from his seat, turned, and with a billow of robes, left the Great Hall, leaving the staff members, including his wife in total silence. Hermione watched him go, great remorse in her heart. She had been just as terrible as the rest of them. Well, at least she would get a chance to make it up to him. The rest of the staff wouldn’t. There was nothing they could possibly do to undo the damage done. Albus sat back down in his chair and began to eat moodily. Minerva stared at her plate, blinking. The rest of the staff ate in silence, each looking pensive and thoughtful.
There wasn’t a single witch or wizard at the table who didn’t feel they had greatly wronged Severus Snape. And that error would never be completely rectified.
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A/N: So, Severus’ plan worked. He got them told too, didn’t he? He’s something else. Hermione must really feel absolutely horrible. Well, she has an out though…doesn’t she? This is going to be good. Lol. Please review.
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Chapter 11 ~ The Joke Plays Out
The next morning found the Great Hall full. All the students of Hogwarts were in attendance. Severus was already seated at the staff table when Hermione walked in. Severus did a double take. His wife had her head wrapped in a scarf, and her hair looked bumpy beneath it. What in the world had she done to her hair? Hermione’s eyes met his for a moment, a bit of heat in them that made his stomach flip over as the memory of her orgasming in the shower returned. He wanted her badly.
Hermione went and took her seat next to Sybil, who looked at the witch’s wrapped head and predicted she was going to have a bad hair day. Hermione rolled her eyes and ordered her breakfast. The doors flew open and in stalked the Snapelets. There were only six of them now, Miss Hedgewood having dropped out after her confrontation with the Potions Master. They walked two abreast now, scowling their way to their tables amid the usual laughter and finger pointing. Severus watched them with a furrowed brow. Hopefully, this would be the last day he’d witness such an entrance.
As everyone ate their meals, the morning owl post arrived delivering the usual parchments and packages to staff and students. There were quite a few birds, so no one but the Professor noticed a rather inconspicuous owl with a bottle attached to it leg pull out the stopper with its beak and circle the Great Hall without making any delivery at all. The owl passed over all the house tables several times before exiting the Great Hall. Severus sniffed. He didn’t smell anything. He hoped that the draught had indeed worked. The Potions Master looked around and saw no difference in the students’ actions. Well, Fred and George said the effects of the draught would be apparent by the next meal. Albus gave his monthly update to the student body. It was quite short and really contained nothing new, but it was required just the same. Severus finished his breakfast, took another look at his wife, then exited the Great Hall, heading for the dungeons.
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It seemed like the morning hours had weights attached to them, they dragged so badly. Severus was constantly looking at the clock, impatient for lunchtime to arrive. At five minutes to twelve he exited the dungeons and headed for the Great Hall. The halls of Hogwarts were eerily empty. There wasn’t a single student in sight. Normally there would be quite a few students arriving early, but today, nothing. He entered the Hall through the staff entrance and took his seat. He watched as staff member after staff member arrived, also looking at the Hall bewildered as they took their seats. There still wasn’t one student at lunch. This was very odd.
The Headmaster was the last to enter the Great Hall. His blue eyes swept the empty tables a bit worriedly as he walked to his seat and sat down. Nonetheless, he ordered his food as if nothing was amiss. The rest of the staff followed suit. Hermione had her brow furrowed. Every single staff member looked baffled…except for her husband, who was calmly eating. But then again, that was standard Severus. He wouldn’t care if the students never came to lunch in the Great Hall again. In fact, he would probably claim their absence was better for his digestion.
Suddenly the doors flew open, and the Snapelets walked in. But somehow, they didn’t seem as self-assured as usual. Their scowls were absent for one thing, and their formation not as tight as usual. They seemed to be rushing to their seats. This didn’t stop the staff from tittering however, and looking at Severus smugly. Most of them enjoyed the Potions Master’s distress, he was such a cold, snarky associate. It was as if he had finally received his comeuppance. The Potions Master showed no reaction, his black eyes focused on the door as the Snapelets quickly sat down and also turned their black eyes to the Great Hall entrance.
A sudden rumbling seemed to fill the castle…like the sound of an approaching stampede. The staff looked up startled.
“What in the world is happening, Albus?” Minerva called to the Headmaster from down the table.
“I am sure I don’t know, Minerva. But as the noise is getting closer, I suspect we will know soon enough,” the Headmaster replied, his eyes on the doors.
Suddenly the doors were flung open and students poured in. At least, they should have been students. Severus started laughing…laughing out loud, a deep rich sound that filled the Hall as the staff members looked at him and the students in shock.
They poured in the doors, an assortment of Dumbledores, McGonagalls, Flitwicks, Hooches, Trelawaneys, Sinistras, Sprouts, and Vectors. There were even a few Hermiones, Hagrids, Pinces and low and behold Filches in the mix. All of the students emulated the walks and facial expressions of their favorite Hogwarts staff member perfectly. It was bedlam as the students took their seats, the bewildered staff not knowing what to do as they watched their imitators act out.
Hermione covered her mouth and looked down the table at her laughing husband. It was easy to see he had something to do with this, though how he pulled it off, she couldn’t figure out. Minerva scowled as tight-lipped replicas of herself looked down their noses imperiously at twinkling eyed Albuses, who peered over their half-mooned glasses and pulled lemon drops out of their brightly colored robe pockets. They all wore gaudy robes of stars, rainbows, and great long beards, some braided, others with ribbons in them. The Flitwicks were all rather large, but all had tufts of hair sticking out of their heads from under bald skullcaps, sported handlebar mustaches, and spoke in irritatingly squeaky voices as they asked for the food to be passed.
The Trelawneys all were speaking in exaggerated, spooky divination voices, making predictions of gloom and doom, each trying to outdo the other, scarves trailing in such abundance, they were getting tangled in their arms and falling into the food dishes. All of the Hermiones had their faces in books as they ate, dropping food as they did so. Hermione scowled a little at this perception of herself. Actually almost all the staff was scowling. Albus stood up and tinged a glass with his fork. The Great Hall went silent as all the pseudo-staff members looked up at the staff tables, frozen in whatever position they were in when the Headmaster called for silence.
“What is going on here?” Albus roared, scowling.
Professor Snape looked down the table at him.
“It appears, Headmaster, the students are all indulging in self-expression, and mimicking the staff member of their choice,” he said silkily, his black eyes flashing at Albus victoriously, ”Certainly they have a right to do so. Who are we to force them to conform to what we consider ‘normalcy?’ They are just expressing their admiration after all. The staff should be flattered.”
Albus looked at the Potions Master with narrowed eyes for a moment, before he shook his head in defeat.
“Ah Severus, you turn my words around on me, my boy,” he said, looking at the sea of copycats before him, watching him intently.” This situation will never do. It will disrupt classes and lower the moral of our staff,” Albus said, as a Flitwick at the Hufflepuff table fell off the bench, mimicking the clumsiness of the real Professor, whose little face was scrunched up in a frown as the poser brush off his robes, squeaked “I’m all right” and sat back down.
Albus sighed. “I hereby make it against school policy for any student to imitate in dress, word or manner any Hogwarts staff member. If you admire your teachers, then simply tell them so. Do not immerse yourselves so totally in their attributes, that you lose your own. Now everyone back to their dorms and change into your uniforms, then return for a late lunch. That is all,” Albus said. The student body all rose and filed from the hall. Soon it was just the staff left. Albus looked at Severus.
“I am truly sorry, Severus. I had no idea what it was like for you. If I had, I would have disbanded the Snapelets long ago,” he said sincerely. The rest of the staff looked rather shamefaced themselves.
Severus simply blinked at the Headmaster, saying nothing at first. His eyes fell on Hermione, and darkened. Then he said in a low, cold voice, “It’s no more than what I am used to, Headmaster. People have never held my feelings about matters in high regard, or shown any great consideration toward me. You all treated me as I have been treated for most of my life, sir. As always it took the boggart being placed in your own closets to make you realize just how unfair and disturbing the Snapelet situation was. Suddenly the humorous situation wasn’t quite so humorous when it was all of you who were the butt of the joke. You can all save your apologies. I’m just glad it’s over,” the Professor said, rising from the table, “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
Severus rose from his seat, turned, and with a billow of robes, left the Great Hall, leaving the staff members, including his wife in total silence. Hermione watched him go, great remorse in her heart. She had been just as terrible as the rest of them. Well, at least she would get a chance to make it up to him. The rest of the staff wouldn’t. There was nothing they could possibly do to undo the damage done. Albus sat back down in his chair and began to eat moodily. Minerva stared at her plate, blinking. The rest of the staff ate in silence, each looking pensive and thoughtful.
There wasn’t a single witch or wizard at the table who didn’t feel they had greatly wronged Severus Snape. And that error would never be completely rectified.
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A/N: So, Severus’ plan worked. He got them told too, didn’t he? He’s something else. Hermione must really feel absolutely horrible. Well, she has an out though…doesn’t she? This is going to be good. Lol. Please review.