drabble it out
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asimplechordA drabble in which Severus has as bad (or worse) a day as I've had.
Slam! went the potions laboratory door after Harry.
Well, now you’ve managed to foul both your professional and personal lives all in one afternoon, Severus. Well done.
“Oh, shut up,” he sniped at his inner voice.
Silence.
He groaned.
The day had started with such promise: Harry had arrived home early from his business trip to Egypt – something about some asps that had bred out of control – and woke him to his favorite morning activity. He’d skipped the meal in the Great Hall, instead lounging with tea and the Prophet, listening idly while Harry chattered about Nile variations of Parseltongue.
His first class of the day had started the downhill slide. Second year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, with one little girl who was clumsier than Neville Longbottom, had been brewing Swelling Solution; Miss Reid had managed to mix bubotuber puss and armadillo bile, generating a corrosive mixture that had done permanent (he feared) damage to her workbench and the floor beneath it, even through its industrial strength Imperturbable Charms.
During the pop quiz he administered to his NEWTs-level class, Severus caught his prize pupil, a Slytherin no less, cheating. Cheating! On a quiz worth only 20 points! He was as disappointed by the failure of Greengrass’s stealth as he was by the idiot’s choice of assignments to cheat on. This would reflect badly on Slytherin to the rest of the school, but also within Slytherin house. To be caught, and over such an obvious, inane matter as a pop quiz. His shook his head again in disappointment.
Severus had thought the afternoon would improve, since he had no further teaching responsibilities for the day. He retired to his private laboratory, where he attended to the experimental potion he was developing to test on Cruciatus victims. Two weeks’ worth of brewing had been destroyed when Harry’s entrance had caused Severus to add too much acromantula venom. A waste of his time and effort, and of expensive ingredients.
After watching his efforts evaporate in a cloud of wispy, purple smoke, Severus had unleashed his temper on Harry, spewing all his irritation about the days’ events on his unsuspecting partner. Harry’s response had been pointed: departure.
Pinching the bridge of his nose tightly, Severus calmed himself.
Removing his protective smock, he abandoned the laboratory without straightening his mess and headed to their quarters. He had some apologizing to do.
Slam! went the potions laboratory door after Harry.
Well, now you’ve managed to foul both your professional and personal lives all in one afternoon, Severus. Well done.
“Oh, shut up,” he sniped at his inner voice.
Silence.
He groaned.
The day had started with such promise: Harry had arrived home early from his business trip to Egypt – something about some asps that had bred out of control – and woke him to his favorite morning activity. He’d skipped the meal in the Great Hall, instead lounging with tea and the Prophet, listening idly while Harry chattered about Nile variations of Parseltongue.
His first class of the day had started the downhill slide. Second year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, with one little girl who was clumsier than Neville Longbottom, had been brewing Swelling Solution; Miss Reid had managed to mix bubotuber puss and armadillo bile, generating a corrosive mixture that had done permanent (he feared) damage to her workbench and the floor beneath it, even through its industrial strength Imperturbable Charms.
During the pop quiz he administered to his NEWTs-level class, Severus caught his prize pupil, a Slytherin no less, cheating. Cheating! On a quiz worth only 20 points! He was as disappointed by the failure of Greengrass’s stealth as he was by the idiot’s choice of assignments to cheat on. This would reflect badly on Slytherin to the rest of the school, but also within Slytherin house. To be caught, and over such an obvious, inane matter as a pop quiz. His shook his head again in disappointment.
Severus had thought the afternoon would improve, since he had no further teaching responsibilities for the day. He retired to his private laboratory, where he attended to the experimental potion he was developing to test on Cruciatus victims. Two weeks’ worth of brewing had been destroyed when Harry’s entrance had caused Severus to add too much acromantula venom. A waste of his time and effort, and of expensive ingredients.
After watching his efforts evaporate in a cloud of wispy, purple smoke, Severus had unleashed his temper on Harry, spewing all his irritation about the days’ events on his unsuspecting partner. Harry’s response had been pointed: departure.
Pinching the bridge of his nose tightly, Severus calmed himself.
Removing his protective smock, he abandoned the laboratory without straightening his mess and headed to their quarters. He had some apologizing to do.
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:06 am (UTC)It was good ... except I could have done without that "protein breakfast" part. :P
I like that he's annoyed that the student was caught, not that they had cheated. Nice touch.
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:12 am (UTC)SA's quite good at that isn't she? She acted as the Professor's personal secretary in some of his recent correspondence with me, and I was quite impressed.
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Date: 2006-02-12 06:08 am (UTC)Okay, I had to go find those ... I just read them, and yes, I am also quite impressed! Those were fun to read!
Re: odd taste in men ...
I know you've told me to not picture Alan Rickman as Snape, but somehow I'm not able to. Or if I am, I just picture someone even less attractive, which doesn't help. Oh well.
And actually I sort of don't mind Snape with other people. It's just the H/D shipper in my that protests at Snarry I think. Heh.
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:07 am (UTC)He had some apologizing to do.
On his knees, preferably. :)
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:10 am (UTC)Probably. But if he's penitent enough, I'm sure Harry will forgive him. :D
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:12 am (UTC)*hugs* I think we've all had days like this.
nice ficlet though
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:19 pm (UTC):) Better day already. Only 1 hour wasted realizing the experiment failed, so I can move on to other things.
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:21 pm (UTC)Today isn't starting so good for me. My son has decided that today is a good day to fight... and fight...
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:38 am (UTC)All the incidents worked well in combination to make a severly bad day. Parts made me smile (poor Ms. Reid), and other parts made me groan (stupid Greengrass), and still other parts hurt a little bit. *loves*
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-10 06:26 am (UTC)My day, after 5 weeks of hell, went amazingly well and I'll share with you - Mr T is on the mend and can start back to work Monday! The training class was at the jail, adjacent to the staff kitchen, where all the young hard bodys came prancing through to see what was going on with us. AND, I am about 2 paragraphs away from sending you chapter 21!!!!
And this little drabble was delightful - I think you need to churn out the appology...on his knees...:-D
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Date: 2006-02-10 04:17 pm (UTC)I'm looking forward to the battle/recovery scenes.
Good news about T, too! All around good day for you, I'm glad - you've sounded pretty stressed lately. :D
I'm pondering a little groveling on Snape's part. And it might indeed end with him on his knees. *pervs instead of working*
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Date: 2006-02-10 07:23 am (UTC)After appropriate groveling has been completed. Grin.
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