Preparedness -- Snape Answers the Door Challenge
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,584
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Delivery Accepted -- Finally
Delivery Accepted -- Finally
by: Pittwitch
George Weasley gingerly laid the gold box, complete with Slytherin green silk ribbon bow, on the stoop outside of Spinner’s End, rang the buzz, and ran like his head was on fire, not just the color of fire, skidded to a sliding halt under a neighboring house’s shrubs and propped his head on his chin to watch next to his twin.
Severus Snape, shirt-sleeves folded and revealing the dark black tattoo of his left forearm, cautiously opened the door, then spied the gilt gift on his stoop. Sneering, he made to kick it into the shrubs before stooping to peer closer.
“SEE! I told you this one would work,” Fred giggled in triumph.
“Who would have thought … Dark Mark cookies, Serpent Straws, all those flavors of licorice, Death Eater mask peanut brittle … he didn’t like any of those!”
“Yeah, but this was sheer genius,” gloated Fred.
“Hey, what’s he doing?”
“Biting their heads off,” Fred answered, swallowing. “And uh, stomping on the chocolate Dumbledore.”
“Well, at least he seems to enjoy this one,” George offered weakly.
“Yeah, who would have guessed he’d keep the Order of the Phoenix chocolate figure assortment.”
“Yeah, who would have … EWWWWW! What’s he done to chocolate Harry?”
“Wicked!” exclaimed Fred in triumph.
by: Pittwitch
George Weasley gingerly laid the gold box, complete with Slytherin green silk ribbon bow, on the stoop outside of Spinner’s End, rang the buzz, and ran like his head was on fire, not just the color of fire, skidded to a sliding halt under a neighboring house’s shrubs and propped his head on his chin to watch next to his twin.
Severus Snape, shirt-sleeves folded and revealing the dark black tattoo of his left forearm, cautiously opened the door, then spied the gilt gift on his stoop. Sneering, he made to kick it into the shrubs before stooping to peer closer.
“SEE! I told you this one would work,” Fred giggled in triumph.
“Who would have thought … Dark Mark cookies, Serpent Straws, all those flavors of licorice, Death Eater mask peanut brittle … he didn’t like any of those!”
“Yeah, but this was sheer genius,” gloated Fred.
“Hey, what’s he doing?”
“Biting their heads off,” Fred answered, swallowing. “And uh, stomping on the chocolate Dumbledore.”
“Well, at least he seems to enjoy this one,” George offered weakly.
“Yeah, who would have guessed he’d keep the Order of the Phoenix chocolate figure assortment.”
“Yeah, who would have … EWWWWW! What’s he done to chocolate Harry?”
“Wicked!” exclaimed Fred in triumph.