Confrontation
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,517
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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What About Sybil?
What About Sybil?
Albus Dumbledore addressed the staff several days later in the staff room. All were present, including Professor Lecter and Professor Snape.
“We have been unable to discover who attacked Sybil in such a manner, or how they managed the attack. Furthermore, we don’t know if she were purposely targeted by someone who had a grudge against her, or she was simply an unfortunate victim of opportunity. The department has a theory that a disgruntled individual who might have received a faulty prediction might have taken revenge on her ‘lying lips’ as it were. Currently, we have no suspects and I am asking all of you to stay vigilant and watch for anything untoward,” Albus said, adjusting his glasses.
The staff all murmured agreement. They would be on watch and make sure their own rooms were carefully locked and warded at night.
“How is Sybil, Albus?” Minerva called out, “Can they do anything for her?”
Albus let out a small sigh before he answered.
”The healers have done all they can. Sybil is going to be transferred to a muggle hospital where she is going to receive what is called “reconstructive surgery.” In essence, they will physically rebuild her lips so she can at least close her mouth. They can’t promise she will be as she was, but they will do their best,” the wizard replied.
The staff shuddered. Surgery meant cutting into the body. It was a messy muggle business. No doubt Sybil was in for a lot of pain.
Snape looked less than sympathetic. The foolish witch was lucky her lips were all she lost. The Potions Master was of the opinion if she didn’t drink so much, this probably wouldn’t have happened to her at all. Besides, he was glad Sybil was gone. Those magnified puppy dog eyes she constantly gave him grew more and more nauseating as each year passed. He had seriously considered slipping the witch a hate potion to permanently cool her ardor. Well, she had her own lips to think about rather than his now. And that was a good thing.
Albus and the others droned on in the background as Snape turned his attention toward Hermione Granger. With everyone so on point, it would be even more difficult to get the young witch into a position where she could be “compromised” by him, preferably in several very penetrating ways.
The wizard scowled blackly.
Why couldn’t Sybil keep her damn lips to herself?
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A/N: Another short drabble. Thanks for reading.
Albus Dumbledore addressed the staff several days later in the staff room. All were present, including Professor Lecter and Professor Snape.
“We have been unable to discover who attacked Sybil in such a manner, or how they managed the attack. Furthermore, we don’t know if she were purposely targeted by someone who had a grudge against her, or she was simply an unfortunate victim of opportunity. The department has a theory that a disgruntled individual who might have received a faulty prediction might have taken revenge on her ‘lying lips’ as it were. Currently, we have no suspects and I am asking all of you to stay vigilant and watch for anything untoward,” Albus said, adjusting his glasses.
The staff all murmured agreement. They would be on watch and make sure their own rooms were carefully locked and warded at night.
“How is Sybil, Albus?” Minerva called out, “Can they do anything for her?”
Albus let out a small sigh before he answered.
”The healers have done all they can. Sybil is going to be transferred to a muggle hospital where she is going to receive what is called “reconstructive surgery.” In essence, they will physically rebuild her lips so she can at least close her mouth. They can’t promise she will be as she was, but they will do their best,” the wizard replied.
The staff shuddered. Surgery meant cutting into the body. It was a messy muggle business. No doubt Sybil was in for a lot of pain.
Snape looked less than sympathetic. The foolish witch was lucky her lips were all she lost. The Potions Master was of the opinion if she didn’t drink so much, this probably wouldn’t have happened to her at all. Besides, he was glad Sybil was gone. Those magnified puppy dog eyes she constantly gave him grew more and more nauseating as each year passed. He had seriously considered slipping the witch a hate potion to permanently cool her ardor. Well, she had her own lips to think about rather than his now. And that was a good thing.
Albus and the others droned on in the background as Snape turned his attention toward Hermione Granger. With everyone so on point, it would be even more difficult to get the young witch into a position where she could be “compromised” by him, preferably in several very penetrating ways.
The wizard scowled blackly.
Why couldn’t Sybil keep her damn lips to herself?
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A/N: Another short drabble. Thanks for reading.