When I Said It’s Good To Have An Active Fantasy...
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,301
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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When I Said It’s Good To Have An Active Fantasy...
When I Said It’s Good To Have An Active Fantasy Life, This Isn’t What I Meant…
Minerva McGonagall was knackered. It was late afternoon on a Thursday, and she was wondering if it wasn’t nearing time to retire. She’d been teaching for better than forty years, and every time she thought she’d seen it all, the Weasley twins would prove her wrong.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Harry “Wanna Live A Life Of Danger” Potter was laid up in the hospital wing again. Minerva was just about ready to say the hell with it, it’s not worth the stress, and invite Voldemort in for a cup of tea and a nice Potter-cide.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, some wanker had drank the last of the coffee in the Teacher’s Lounge, and hadn’t brewed another pot. Grumbling to herself about Transfiguring important body parts of the next person to do that, Minerva stalked over to the closet for some extra filters. She pulled open the door, looked inside, and shrieked.
A man clad all in black slipped smoothly out of the closet, brandishing a sword. His face was swathed in black as well, but there was no mistaking the schnoz under the silk; “Severus!” Minerva gasped, placing her hand over her rapidly-beating heart. “What are you doing in the closet?”
“Shh!” Snape said sharply, putting a finger over where his mouth had to be. “Don’t say my name! I’m an enigma!”
“I’ve often thought so,” Minerva snapped, her temper a bit on edge. “What are you supposed to be, then?”
“Supposed to be? I am a ninja!” Snape declared, attempting a fancy, dramatic move with the sword and nearly slicing off his own toes. He jumped backward, plastered himself to the wall and began creeping along it. “I am honor bound to creep about the castle stealthily wearing all black,” he intoned dramatically.
“So nothing’s changed, then-”
“And when I find Potter,” Snape hissed, “as my sworn enemy I must disembowel him with this sword- er, knife- um, letter opener?”
McGonagall snatched the letter opener out of Snape’s hand and tossed it over her shoulder as she had the sword and knife. “You bloody fool, you’ve been toying around with Fantasy potions again, haven’t you?” Minerva asked accusingly, shaking a furious finger at Snape. “Last week it was a sodding pirate, three days before that you were the most sarcastic angel I’ve ever heard of…it’s a sodding miracle the students haven’t seen you!”
“Oh, they’ll never see me,” Snape said confidently.
“Oh? And why not, pray tell?”
“Because…I am a ninja!” Snape crowed triumphantly. And with that he was to the door and through it; Minerva heard a crash as the suit of armor Snape tried to hide behind crashed to the ground. “Ninja!” She heard Snape yell before the door swung shut.
Minerva sighed. Well, he did seem happy, if deranged. Maybe it’s time I try one of those potions myself.
Minerva McGonagall was knackered. It was late afternoon on a Thursday, and she was wondering if it wasn’t nearing time to retire. She’d been teaching for better than forty years, and every time she thought she’d seen it all, the Weasley twins would prove her wrong.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Harry “Wanna Live A Life Of Danger” Potter was laid up in the hospital wing again. Minerva was just about ready to say the hell with it, it’s not worth the stress, and invite Voldemort in for a cup of tea and a nice Potter-cide.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, some wanker had drank the last of the coffee in the Teacher’s Lounge, and hadn’t brewed another pot. Grumbling to herself about Transfiguring important body parts of the next person to do that, Minerva stalked over to the closet for some extra filters. She pulled open the door, looked inside, and shrieked.
A man clad all in black slipped smoothly out of the closet, brandishing a sword. His face was swathed in black as well, but there was no mistaking the schnoz under the silk; “Severus!” Minerva gasped, placing her hand over her rapidly-beating heart. “What are you doing in the closet?”
“Shh!” Snape said sharply, putting a finger over where his mouth had to be. “Don’t say my name! I’m an enigma!”
“I’ve often thought so,” Minerva snapped, her temper a bit on edge. “What are you supposed to be, then?”
“Supposed to be? I am a ninja!” Snape declared, attempting a fancy, dramatic move with the sword and nearly slicing off his own toes. He jumped backward, plastered himself to the wall and began creeping along it. “I am honor bound to creep about the castle stealthily wearing all black,” he intoned dramatically.
“So nothing’s changed, then-”
“And when I find Potter,” Snape hissed, “as my sworn enemy I must disembowel him with this sword- er, knife- um, letter opener?”
McGonagall snatched the letter opener out of Snape’s hand and tossed it over her shoulder as she had the sword and knife. “You bloody fool, you’ve been toying around with Fantasy potions again, haven’t you?” Minerva asked accusingly, shaking a furious finger at Snape. “Last week it was a sodding pirate, three days before that you were the most sarcastic angel I’ve ever heard of…it’s a sodding miracle the students haven’t seen you!”
“Oh, they’ll never see me,” Snape said confidently.
“Oh? And why not, pray tell?”
“Because…I am a ninja!” Snape crowed triumphantly. And with that he was to the door and through it; Minerva heard a crash as the suit of armor Snape tried to hide behind crashed to the ground. “Ninja!” She heard Snape yell before the door swung shut.
Minerva sighed. Well, he did seem happy, if deranged. Maybe it’s time I try one of those potions myself.