The 12 Days of X-Mas
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Adult ++
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13
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12,675
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69
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Day 9
Again, huge thank yous go to Emerald Snape, Sophia, Cameron, Fleur de Lis, jellybean80, Squallsama, and barbarataku.
gypsy, I didn't intend on doing a Lent series (mostly because I have next to no information on the subject which... is a poor excuse) but a friend of mine is pressuring me to do one. Would you guys be interested in a set of 40 drabbles that would continue this story? I haven't decided on a length of them but they'd be 100 or 200 words each.
Also, this is a bit of a transition piece, I hope you enjoy it anyway :D
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Snape had gotten very little sleep the night before due to his frantic information gathering but that bothered him little. Today was a good day, not because he had discovered the slightly crypic meaning behind his suitor’s gift at o-dark-thirty in the morning, but because today there were no birds to look out for. No swans, no ducks, no animals at all, and that was cause for celebration.
Of course, the lights, songs, and various candies were still everywhere, and the headmaster’s password changed to a new Christmas song every day, but those could be tolerated. They didn’t move… much. There were dancers down the halls today, but with their grace came the ability to avoid collision with anyone. For this small mercy, Severus was thankful and was even able to enjoy their continuous movement during his breakfast and lunch hours. He was always fond of the dance, being taught various forms while he was younger. He hadn’t indulged in many years and wasn’t about to start now, but he could still find some enjoyment in watching those who had learned to do so properly.
If there was one thing that annoyed him more than the continuous blundering of his students, it was an unpracticed performance.
The dinner hour proved to be a deviation from the norm. All of the tables, including the faculty table, had been vanished and replaced with small circular tables that fit four, maybe five people if you wanted to. Three was the best option but many students didn’t seem to think so. Severus noticed most students crammed around as few tables as they could. In the center of the hall was a slightly raised platform and there were nine ladies, arms in the air crossed at the wrists, heads down and right foot pointed in front of them completely still as they waited for a cue that no one seemed to be giving.
When at last everyone found a seat and was talking among themselves all light vanished from the room and focused on the women. They held their poses. Severus closed his eyes counted briefly to seven and opened them again. His adjusted vision sought and found Draco and Potter at a table. He joined them silently and in an instant the music began.
It was heavy in his ears but not unenjoyable. He found himself watching the dancers with strict attention, one long finger tapping along with the almost absent beat. The music faded and a single violin called attention to one dancer. The others melted off the platform like water and Severus was suitably impressed. At length that song also finished and amidst the polite applause Severus heard the headmaster ask for a request. There was a startled silence before Draco called out; “Teen Spirit, Nirvana!”
Harry chuckled. “Sex on the brain, Draco? I doubt he even knows what that is.”
A single electric guitar spliced the silence and several girls screamed. Harry sobered. “Twenty galleons says he went to a rave.”
Draco seemed equally surprised. “Thirty says you’re right.”
Severus didn’t know what a rave was but he made a mental note never to go to one if this was what they played. When the song faded he asked for a song before any of the students could gather the courage. If they were going to be requesting songs all night he was at least going to listen to something he could handle first. “Speed Me Towards Death, Rob Dougen”
Harry chuckled again. “Dark and gloomy… I suppose I should have expected it though I never thought you one for muggle music, Snape”
Severus didn’t reply as right then dinner arrived at their table.
--//--
He never enjoyed the silence so much as he did when he got home that night.
Snape was glad he had been able to request his song as throughout the remainder of the night, he heard perhaps two more that he knew. Everything else was various wizarding and muggle bands or singers that he’d never heard of and would hopefully never hear again. Draco’s requests, though, all seemed to be popular with the students.
Aside from all that, though, Severus didn’t know what to make of his gift that night. Nine identical black orbs had been found on his coffee table by the fire with a note on the top. “Keep them until tomorrow night.” It read in the now-familiar angular script of his suitor. He had lifted them, they were heavy, about two and a half inches in diameter and seemed to be made of acrylic. He wouldn’t bet on that, but other than a few guesses, he really didn’t know what they could possibly be for, or even represent other than the obvious words each had inscribed on them. “Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Gentleness, Goodness, Faith
Humility, and Self Control”
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AN: More to come as the days do.
gypsy, I didn't intend on doing a Lent series (mostly because I have next to no information on the subject which... is a poor excuse) but a friend of mine is pressuring me to do one. Would you guys be interested in a set of 40 drabbles that would continue this story? I haven't decided on a length of them but they'd be 100 or 200 words each.
Also, this is a bit of a transition piece, I hope you enjoy it anyway :D
--
Snape had gotten very little sleep the night before due to his frantic information gathering but that bothered him little. Today was a good day, not because he had discovered the slightly crypic meaning behind his suitor’s gift at o-dark-thirty in the morning, but because today there were no birds to look out for. No swans, no ducks, no animals at all, and that was cause for celebration.
Of course, the lights, songs, and various candies were still everywhere, and the headmaster’s password changed to a new Christmas song every day, but those could be tolerated. They didn’t move… much. There were dancers down the halls today, but with their grace came the ability to avoid collision with anyone. For this small mercy, Severus was thankful and was even able to enjoy their continuous movement during his breakfast and lunch hours. He was always fond of the dance, being taught various forms while he was younger. He hadn’t indulged in many years and wasn’t about to start now, but he could still find some enjoyment in watching those who had learned to do so properly.
If there was one thing that annoyed him more than the continuous blundering of his students, it was an unpracticed performance.
The dinner hour proved to be a deviation from the norm. All of the tables, including the faculty table, had been vanished and replaced with small circular tables that fit four, maybe five people if you wanted to. Three was the best option but many students didn’t seem to think so. Severus noticed most students crammed around as few tables as they could. In the center of the hall was a slightly raised platform and there were nine ladies, arms in the air crossed at the wrists, heads down and right foot pointed in front of them completely still as they waited for a cue that no one seemed to be giving.
When at last everyone found a seat and was talking among themselves all light vanished from the room and focused on the women. They held their poses. Severus closed his eyes counted briefly to seven and opened them again. His adjusted vision sought and found Draco and Potter at a table. He joined them silently and in an instant the music began.
It was heavy in his ears but not unenjoyable. He found himself watching the dancers with strict attention, one long finger tapping along with the almost absent beat. The music faded and a single violin called attention to one dancer. The others melted off the platform like water and Severus was suitably impressed. At length that song also finished and amidst the polite applause Severus heard the headmaster ask for a request. There was a startled silence before Draco called out; “Teen Spirit, Nirvana!”
Harry chuckled. “Sex on the brain, Draco? I doubt he even knows what that is.”
A single electric guitar spliced the silence and several girls screamed. Harry sobered. “Twenty galleons says he went to a rave.”
Draco seemed equally surprised. “Thirty says you’re right.”
Severus didn’t know what a rave was but he made a mental note never to go to one if this was what they played. When the song faded he asked for a song before any of the students could gather the courage. If they were going to be requesting songs all night he was at least going to listen to something he could handle first. “Speed Me Towards Death, Rob Dougen”
Harry chuckled again. “Dark and gloomy… I suppose I should have expected it though I never thought you one for muggle music, Snape”
Severus didn’t reply as right then dinner arrived at their table.
--//--
He never enjoyed the silence so much as he did when he got home that night.
Snape was glad he had been able to request his song as throughout the remainder of the night, he heard perhaps two more that he knew. Everything else was various wizarding and muggle bands or singers that he’d never heard of and would hopefully never hear again. Draco’s requests, though, all seemed to be popular with the students.
Aside from all that, though, Severus didn’t know what to make of his gift that night. Nine identical black orbs had been found on his coffee table by the fire with a note on the top. “Keep them until tomorrow night.” It read in the now-familiar angular script of his suitor. He had lifted them, they were heavy, about two and a half inches in diameter and seemed to be made of acrylic. He wouldn’t bet on that, but other than a few guesses, he really didn’t know what they could possibly be for, or even represent other than the obvious words each had inscribed on them. “Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Gentleness, Goodness, Faith
Humility, and Self Control”
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AN: More to come as the days do.