Just Another Snape/Mary Sue Story
Chapter Two
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I stood in the kitchen, looking out the front window at the
street beyond, sipping my drink and trying not to cry.
be. It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t sexy, it
was just plain awful. And I couldn’t
just throw him out in the street, could I?
He didn’t have ID, or money, or anything else, and we were somehow
responsible for bringing him here.
There was a set of lights in the driveway. Damn, the take out food was here.yes"> The delivery driver and I completed the transaction of food for
my signature on the credit slip, and I closed the door on the rainy night
behind me. I put the bag of food down
on the counter and went to get Amanda, trying not to look at Snape sitting in
my living room. I knocked gently on the
door and then opened it.
“Amanda?
“Oh
God. I didn’t even think about that,
did you? That he wouldn’t… want
us? It’s just awful, Terra.
“I
know. I didn’t even consider it
either. Fantasies never include the
reality of life. But the reality is
that he’s here and we have to deal with him, even though he won’t be our
fantasy. We still have to eat and live
here and wait for someone to find him and take him back,” I said, sitting next
to her. “So let’s eat dinner and try to
be civilized with him. I refuse to be
intimidated by a man in a light blue bathrobe!” I said and she choked out a
laugh. “Besides, he’s got skinner legs
than I thought. Chicken legs.”
perfect truthfully, but I had to say something mean about him to make me feel
better. She sighed and wiped her face
with the back of her hand. “Go wash
your face and I’ll meet you in the dining room, okay?”
“Sure,” she
answered with a sigh. Then I went into
the bedroom and rifled through Sam’s clothing, finding a stupid Dilbert t-shirt
and a pair of t pat pants. I went into
the living room, where Snape was pouring himself another half glass full of
rye. The bottle was almost empty by
that point. “Here,” I said, throwing
the clothes at him. “These should fit
you until your clothes are dry. ” He
looked at the clothing, aghast.
“Surely you
have something more sble,ble,” he began, but I cut him off.
was not against taking it out on him.
“No, I
don’t. If you don’t like it, wear the
bathrobe for the rest of the night. I
don’t care. Dinns hes here, though and
I’d rather you didn’t get food on Sam’s good bathrobe,” I said, turning away
and heading back to the kitchen. I saw
him head down the hallway out of the corner of my eye as I got out the plates
and cutlery for dinner. I set the table
and put out the food, opening a bottle of wine and setting out the
glasses. Amanda showed up first, her
face washed and her hair brushed. She
smiled wanly and sat down across from me.
I had put Snape at the end of the table and Amanda and I across the
centre from each other. We started
dishing out the food – naan, saag paneer, pulao rice, lamb biryani, vegetable
pakora, and butter chicken.
“Mmmmm,
this smells great,” Amanda said, dishing out a bit of everything to
herself. Then Snape appeared in the
doorway. She almost choked on her first
mouthful, but managed to laugh instead.
And he did look a bit ridiculous in a pair of over-large blue sweatpants
and a t-shirt will Dilbert on it.
Without all his black clothing, he looked a bit skinnier than I’d
thought he was, and as I wasn’t going to give him a pair of Sam’s underpants,
everything was… hanging free beneath the sweats, something that must have been
a bit uncomfortable for him. I know it
wasn’t something I normally cared to see – I hate it when men don’t wear
underwear under their sweats. He saw
where a place had been set for him and made his way to it, his demeanour just
as nasty and caustic as if he weren’t wearing ridiculous clothing.
“Indian
food?” he asked and I nodded, as if it weren’t obvious.
“Help
yourself,” I said, passing him the pakoras.
He took a bit of everything, sniffing at it suspiciously before
eating. Amanda and I ate in silence,
unsure of what to talk about now that we had an unexpected dinner guest.
all manner of things, and probably sat in front of the TV to watch a movie
during dinner. Now we felt stifled and
awkward. Snape didn’t say a thing
either, except to ask for something to be passed or for another glass of
wine. We finished the first bottle in
short order and I went to get a second bottle from the fridge.
“Where is
the man to whom these clothes obviously belong? saidsaid his name was Sam?” Snape finally asked out of the
blue. We were just finished dinner by
this point.
“He’s away,
on a camping trip for the week,” I said shortly, helping myself to some more
naan.
“Your
husband, I presume?” he continued.
“Yes.”
“And you
are a guest here then, Miss Bloom was it?”
“Uh,
yeah. I’m from Chicago and I’m just
here for the week,” Amanda said into her wine glass. She refused to look at him.
His hair was almost dry now and it hung close to his face.
“I see,” he
said, draining his wine glass. “And
what was the purpose of your visit here?”
“Why?” she asked.
“I am
merely curious to discover what I’ve interrupted.”
“Uh, well…
we were meeting for the first time, actually.
And we were going to go shopping and watch movies and do karaoke and
stuff,” she said and his eyebrow climbed a bit higher up his forehead.
“You’ve
never met before? How do you know each
other then?” he asked, pouring himself the rest of the bottle of wine.
the cupboard somewhere and got up to see.
spanspan>“We… well,
we met on the Internet,” she said and then glanced up at him.
this one a South Africed aed and as I opened it, she continued.
“The
Internet?” he asked, clearly puzzled.
“We use
computers to talk to each other,” she said and he just looked at her,
uncompndinnding. “It’s like we’re pen
pals – we write letters and stuff to each other.”
“Why didn’t
you say so in the first place?” he snapped.
“And what was this subject you both shared an interest in?”
“Oh, you
know…” she began, blushing a bit. "> “Can
I have some more wine?”
“Sure,” I
answered, pouring her more wine. I
poured some for myself and then passed the bottle to Snape.
looking at the wine.
“Is this
the best you can do?” he snarled at me.
“I don’t
normally drink wine. This is Sam’s
stash and yeah, it’s the best I can do.
Some guest you are.” I rolled my
eyes at him and then sipped my wine.
“You didn’t
answer me. You seem adept at avoiding
my questions, Miss Bloom. The subject
of your discussions?”
“Why?
angrily. “And why should we have to
answer your questions?”
“You were
the one that wished me here, not I. I
am merely making… conversation,” he mused.
“Making the best of my… situation.”
He looked at me, his gaze penetrating and I tried to stare back but
couldn’t. I dropped my eyes to my
glasowniowning the rest of my wine instead of responding.
all the alcohol I’d imbibed that evening.
And I was pissed as all hell at him for being there and not being what I
wanted him to be. I tried to stand up
and stumbled a bit. Wasn’t the table
further away before? I turned my gaze
to him and found him suddenly a bit fuzzier than I’d thought.
“Look,
Professor Snape… Master of Potions or whatever… We may have wished you here but
if we could, we’d wish you right back to where ever you came from.
and I want nothing to do with you!” I slapped the table in emphasis and hit the
end of my fork, which flipped backwards, splashing the wall behind me with
curry sauce. “Damn.”
and I started giggling. Amanda looked
at me, her face flushed, and she started giggling too.
giggling and headed under the table to look for it. I couldn’t find it though, so I just sat there for a bit, thinking
about what to do next.
“Oh for
Merlin’s sake,” I heard Snape say from the end of the table.
their legs – Snape’s blue sweatpant covered ones and Amanda’s bare legs under
her skirt. Amanda reached under the
table for me and pulled me back up.
“I think
you’re a bit drunk,” she said to me and then we both cracked up, laughing so
hard I thought I would pee my pants. I
couldn’t catch my breath. I walked
weakly over to the couch and sat down heavily, then looked over at Snape, who
was standing near the dining room table.
He was scowling at me, his arms crossed over that ridiculous Dilbert
t-shirt and I couldn’t help it – I started laughing even harder.
well, laughing silently she was laughing so hard, her wineglass clutched in
han
hand. She tripped and fell on top of
me, and I caught her awkwardly, her wineglass tipping over and spilling its
contents all over my front.
“Oh shit!”
I exclaimed, standing up. Amanda fell
onto the couch and rolled over so she was lying with her feet up in the
air. I looked down at the white tank
top I was wearing. “This’ll never come
off. I’ll have to soak it.”
heading for the laundry room.
“Terra!”
Amanda exclaimed. I stopped and looked
down at myself, realizing that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Oh shit!”
I exclaimed again and then I burst out laughing at what I’d d
other planet and I couldn’t think rationally at all. Some part of me was watching and telling me that I’d be sorry
later, but the rest of me didn’t care at all about it and just thought it was
funny. “Oh, it’s too hot for a shirt
anyway,” I said, dropping the tank top at the doorway of the laundry room and
heading back into the living room. I
was sweating as a matter of fact, so I headed to the fridge for some ice.