Fic: Playing At Games
Title: Playing at Games Rating: PG Word Count: didn't count, but not many (I won't take up too much of your time) Note: For cliche month! One of those dear little cliches which pervades all HP fic, I find. Sodding intellectuals. I started writing this a while ago but suddenly remembered it with Cliche Month. And of course I'm not posting this on work time on the work computers ... *whistles innocently* Enjoy, anyhoo. Then I'll bugger off and stick what I know best: I may have to illustrate the last line at a later point.
Remus Lupin spent all of that day in a daze. He wandered the halls of Hogwarts with a big dopey grin plastered on his face and a ridiculously happy song in his heart (despite that being a biological impossibility). On a wonderful day like today...
Severus Snape had asked him on a date!
Well, not exactly a date. More of a quiet evening in his rooms - a drink and a game, he had said - and it had been rather at Remus's instigation (for 'instigation' read persistent insistence that they, as the youngest members of the staff, should spend some time together) but it was still pretty much a date!
Coming down off his cloud for a few moments Remus found himself pondering what their evening would contain. A game, Severus had said (purred), so chess for certain. He could just see it. Severus would be sitting opposite him in some austere wingbacked chair by the fireplace, hands steepled before him and silky voice ordering the pieces to move. The board would be utter carnage but Remus would not mind because of how absolutely wonderful that voice sounded.
Or, he thought with a sudden jolt, it would be muggle chess and they would have to use actual physical means to move each piece. Long white (plus multi-coloured potions stains, naturally) hands would grasp each piece firmly and slide it slowly across the board to slip it into its allotted slot in the game.
Remus found himself thinking quite a lot of these thoughts over the day.
Eventually the allotted hour arrived and Remus - showered, shaved and shined to presentability - knocked smartly at the door, anticipating a pleasant and stimulating (in an intellectual sense, of course) evening.
It didn't turn out quite as he expected, though as he watched Severus send the cage tumbling down onto the innocent plastic mouse he had to admit that Mousetrap was really quite an appropriate game for the old snake. Chess was for dusty (and manipulative) old men like Dumbledore, after all.
And Remus was really, really looking forward to Twister.