Preparedness -- Snape Answers the Door Challenge
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,554
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Cosmetic Damage
The plangent dual tone of the Spinners End doorbell distracted Severus from his brewing once more.
\'This is the perfect recipe,\' he muttered to himself, staring deeply into the lucent pink liquid that steamed from the beaker. \'Malfoy will pay handsomely for this...\'
He carried the smoking cup to the front door, his curiosity about his visitor too desultory to make any but the faintest impingement on his consciousness.
A woman stood on the front step, a woman who could be attractive if only she hadn\'t seemingly performed every single spell from Desiree Sweetwitch\'s Compendium of Glamour Charms simultaneously.
\'I didn\'t order a woman,\' he said curtly, sneering at her brassy hair and tight skirt.
\'You...what?\' The woman took a step back. Another Muggle. What in the name of Merlin\'s nipples was going on today? He would have to inform Dumbledore, he supposed. \'I\'m...er...your local Avon representative. Could I interest you in a catalogue?\'
\'Avon? The river?\'
She laughed in bemusement. \'The...oh, what is that?\' She took a deep sniff of the fragrant potion steam. Too late, Severus realised he should have covered the beaker. She stepped back up, boldly sliding her fingers into his damp black hair. \'You know, we have the perfect conditioner for that. Locks Luxe. You have to try me, I mean, it.\'
\'I\'ll take your word for it,\' purred Severus, finding his urge to look a gift horse in the mouth almost non-existent. \'Do you have any...massage oils?\'
She flung her shoulder bag across the threshold of the terraced house.
\'I can ring my sister. She does Ann Summers,\' breathed the sultry doorstepper.
\'Perfect. Avon can call more often.\'
He yanked her inside and kicked the door shut behind him.
\'This is the perfect recipe,\' he muttered to himself, staring deeply into the lucent pink liquid that steamed from the beaker. \'Malfoy will pay handsomely for this...\'
He carried the smoking cup to the front door, his curiosity about his visitor too desultory to make any but the faintest impingement on his consciousness.
A woman stood on the front step, a woman who could be attractive if only she hadn\'t seemingly performed every single spell from Desiree Sweetwitch\'s Compendium of Glamour Charms simultaneously.
\'I didn\'t order a woman,\' he said curtly, sneering at her brassy hair and tight skirt.
\'You...what?\' The woman took a step back. Another Muggle. What in the name of Merlin\'s nipples was going on today? He would have to inform Dumbledore, he supposed. \'I\'m...er...your local Avon representative. Could I interest you in a catalogue?\'
\'Avon? The river?\'
She laughed in bemusement. \'The...oh, what is that?\' She took a deep sniff of the fragrant potion steam. Too late, Severus realised he should have covered the beaker. She stepped back up, boldly sliding her fingers into his damp black hair. \'You know, we have the perfect conditioner for that. Locks Luxe. You have to try me, I mean, it.\'
\'I\'ll take your word for it,\' purred Severus, finding his urge to look a gift horse in the mouth almost non-existent. \'Do you have any...massage oils?\'
She flung her shoulder bag across the threshold of the terraced house.
\'I can ring my sister. She does Ann Summers,\' breathed the sultry doorstepper.
\'Perfect. Avon can call more often.\'
He yanked her inside and kicked the door shut behind him.