A/N: Anyone who has seen the movie "Legally Blond 2" knows that a "Snap
Cup" is a cup in which co-workers put compliments about each other. The
compliments are then read out loud and all snap their fingers in
celebration of the person in question. Professor Dumbledore has made a Snap
Cup for the Hogwarts staff. *maniacal giggling* Enjoy the fic. It will
probably have several chapters, so keep checking back until I say it's
over.
Na zdarovie!
~Athalia.
Snaps For Severus!
Chapter One: Staff Meeting
Professor Severus Snape stared numbly at the staff room wall. This week the
wall was a nauseating shade of magenta (the Headmaster had the house elves
change it's color weekly "to keep it interesting," he had said), but that
wasn't what was troubling Severus at the moment. No, it was the fact that
at long last, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry, had completely lost his mind that seemed to have stricken him
with the urge fling himself out the window and finally end it all.
On the coffee table before him sat a large ornate silver goblet. At
one point it had been beautiful, a functional piece of art. But now it had
been decorated with red paper hearts, lengths of pink lace, and a sign that
had been spell-o-taped to it, on which was written in fancy writing
"Albus's Snap Goblet." Severus could relate to this goblet. It had been
unfairly stripped of its dignity and grace, just as he was about to be.
Two days previously, Severus had received an owl from the Headmaster,
instructing him to be in the Hogwarts staff room at noon on Thursday. The
letter made it clear that it was extremely important that he be there, and
that he should cancel any appointments he had that Thursday that may
interfere with his ability to devote a good part of his day to whatever the
purpose of this meeting may be. And so Severus had complied, assuming that
it was duty for The Order. He had spent all of Wednesday night mentally
preparing himself to perform tasks that would put his life in danger,
mulling over the fact that soon, he might die. It was all
uncharacteristically Zen, for Severus, but these were desperate times.
No amount of mental preparation could have prepared Severus for what
he was met with on Thursday, though. That morning he got out of bed (but
not before attempting to perform an Unforgivable Curse on his alarm clock),
brushed his ever-yellowing teeth, considered showering but then decided to
save himself the trouble seeing as he thought he'd be spending most of the
day in a hooded robe, tossed on some black robes, and headed out the door.
When taking only weather into consideration, it was a beautiful day.
Though it was August, the heat wasn't that bad, and not a single cloud
dared to mar the endless azure sky. There was a gentle breeze and the air
felt clean and crisp. Only a man like Severus could be thinking about how
horrible his life was on a day like this. But the start of term was only
three days away and it was a Thursday. For some reason Severus didn't like
Thursdays.
He apparated to the outer limits of the Hogwarts grounds and had to
go the rest of the way by foot because, as one of his more annoying
Gryfindor students would all to eagerly inform you, you cannot apparate or
dissapparate on the Hogwarts grounds. Through the front gates, across the
Great Hall, and up the many shifting staircases he went, until he finally
reached the staff room.
Severus took a deep breath before opening the door. Though he
wouldn't let on, he was frightened. Who wouldn't be? But he was ready. If a
git like Sirius Black could give his life for The Order, he could damn well
do the same. He placed his hand on the mahogany doorknob, which was roughly
carved in the shape of a rose. Severus paused for a moment. He'd never
really noticed how beautiful it was. When Severus noticed things at all
they were usually negative. But today he was thinking like a man on his way
to the gallows. He had done dangerous work before and come out alive,
though considerably worse for the wear. But he had a bad feeling about this
one. Though not for the reasons he thought, his bad feeling about this
meeting was not at all without merit. But he was being childish, he told
himself, melodramatic. Whatever The Dark Lord threw at him, he could handle
it somehow.
Pulling himself together, Severus took another deep breath, twisted
the mahogany rose, and let the door swing open with an ominous creak.
Cup" is a cup in which co-workers put compliments about each other. The
compliments are then read out loud and all snap their fingers in
celebration of the person in question. Professor Dumbledore has made a Snap
Cup for the Hogwarts staff. *maniacal giggling* Enjoy the fic. It will
probably have several chapters, so keep checking back until I say it's
over.
Na zdarovie!
~Athalia.
Snaps For Severus!
Chapter One: Staff Meeting
Professor Severus Snape stared numbly at the staff room wall. This week the
wall was a nauseating shade of magenta (the Headmaster had the house elves
change it's color weekly "to keep it interesting," he had said), but that
wasn't what was troubling Severus at the moment. No, it was the fact that
at long last, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry, had completely lost his mind that seemed to have stricken him
with the urge fling himself out the window and finally end it all.
On the coffee table before him sat a large ornate silver goblet. At
one point it had been beautiful, a functional piece of art. But now it had
been decorated with red paper hearts, lengths of pink lace, and a sign that
had been spell-o-taped to it, on which was written in fancy writing
"Albus's Snap Goblet." Severus could relate to this goblet. It had been
unfairly stripped of its dignity and grace, just as he was about to be.
Two days previously, Severus had received an owl from the Headmaster,
instructing him to be in the Hogwarts staff room at noon on Thursday. The
letter made it clear that it was extremely important that he be there, and
that he should cancel any appointments he had that Thursday that may
interfere with his ability to devote a good part of his day to whatever the
purpose of this meeting may be. And so Severus had complied, assuming that
it was duty for The Order. He had spent all of Wednesday night mentally
preparing himself to perform tasks that would put his life in danger,
mulling over the fact that soon, he might die. It was all
uncharacteristically Zen, for Severus, but these were desperate times.
No amount of mental preparation could have prepared Severus for what
he was met with on Thursday, though. That morning he got out of bed (but
not before attempting to perform an Unforgivable Curse on his alarm clock),
brushed his ever-yellowing teeth, considered showering but then decided to
save himself the trouble seeing as he thought he'd be spending most of the
day in a hooded robe, tossed on some black robes, and headed out the door.
When taking only weather into consideration, it was a beautiful day.
Though it was August, the heat wasn't that bad, and not a single cloud
dared to mar the endless azure sky. There was a gentle breeze and the air
felt clean and crisp. Only a man like Severus could be thinking about how
horrible his life was on a day like this. But the start of term was only
three days away and it was a Thursday. For some reason Severus didn't like
Thursdays.
He apparated to the outer limits of the Hogwarts grounds and had to
go the rest of the way by foot because, as one of his more annoying
Gryfindor students would all to eagerly inform you, you cannot apparate or
dissapparate on the Hogwarts grounds. Through the front gates, across the
Great Hall, and up the many shifting staircases he went, until he finally
reached the staff room.
Severus took a deep breath before opening the door. Though he
wouldn't let on, he was frightened. Who wouldn't be? But he was ready. If a
git like Sirius Black could give his life for The Order, he could damn well
do the same. He placed his hand on the mahogany doorknob, which was roughly
carved in the shape of a rose. Severus paused for a moment. He'd never
really noticed how beautiful it was. When Severus noticed things at all
they were usually negative. But today he was thinking like a man on his way
to the gallows. He had done dangerous work before and come out alive,
though considerably worse for the wear. But he had a bad feeling about this
one. Though not for the reasons he thought, his bad feeling about this
meeting was not at all without merit. But he was being childish, he told
himself, melodramatic. Whatever The Dark Lord threw at him, he could handle
it somehow.
Pulling himself together, Severus took another deep breath, twisted
the mahogany rose, and let the door swing open with an ominous creak.