|bertas (bertas) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2011-12-19 20:30:00
|Entry tags:||drabble, member: bertas, pairing: severus/harry, rating: g|
On the Sixth Day of Christmas by BertaS
Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas
Date Written: December 2011
Pairing: Severus / Harry
Word Count: 540
Warnings: Excessive fluff
Summary: Severus and the other teachers exchange Secret Santa gifts for the 12 days before Christmas.
A/N: This is the longest one so far and the only one I haven’t finished is the last one. Happy Christmas
Disclaimer: You know, it’s sad that I can’t think of anything else that I actually own. I mean obviously I don’t own this.
On the Sixth Day of Christmas
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Six Geese a Laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
A partridge in a pear tree
Friday, December 19, 2003
Severus’ first class on Friday was first year Slytherin/Gryffindors. He saw the box wrapped in silver paper on his desk as soon as he entered the room, but launched right into his lecture. Not that the students were paying that much attention. At the end of his lecture he asked, “Any questions? Yes, Mister Jacobs?”
The small blond Gryffindor swallowed before asking, “Ain’t you gona open yer present, Professor?”
The Potions Master arched one eyebrow as he asked, “Are you ever going to learn to speak properly, Mister Jacobs?” Even if the boy was a Gryffindor and had barbaric speech patterns he seemed to have a real talent for Potions that Severus was bound and determined to encourage.
The boy bit his lip and the Slytherin girl beside him blurted out, “But Sir, what if it’s potions ingredients that will go bad if you don’t do something with them right away?” Several of the others students added their pleas to have him open the gift.
Severus smirked as he waved his wand over the package before saying, “Highly unlikely as that is, Miss Peters, I suppose I should, just to be safe. Mind you if it’s chocolates, I am not sharing.”
He flicked the tag bearing a nesting goose on the front open to read; ‘For you eggstreme brewing pleasure, Your Secret Santa’.
He sneered slightly at the extreme spelling error. A flick of his wand sent the wrapping into the waste can and he flipped the lid up to reveal a specially padded carton full of eggs. Each was different and labeled in a similar way to his second gift. It included several types of snake egg as well as several rather unusual species.
Severus was suddenly aware of the children crowding close so as to see, when he heard several low voices.
“That’s so cool”
“Someone must really like you, Professor.”
“What kind a potion takes a platypus egg, Sir?”
Severus chuckled darkly, “I haven’t the foggiest notion, Mister Jacobs, but I will certainly enjoy researching the question.”
The boy’s face was a strange combination of awe and horror as he looked up at the tall Potions Master. “But Sir, aint that like doin’ homework?”
“Mister Jacobs, there is no such word as ‘AIN’T’. I do not wish to hear it in this classroom again.” Severus said in an exasperated tone. “However to answer your question, yes, I suppose research is similar to homework. Speaking of which; I want you all to find a potion that requires an egg of one kind or another. Be sure to include the entire recipe and a description of what the potion is supposed to do.” He motioned them back to their seats. “It and twelve inches on the Pepper-Up Potion we were supposed to be working on today will be due at the beginning of our next class after the holidays.” He glanced at the clock. “And being as you have wasted so much time you will not be able complete today’s brewing, you are dismissed to the library to get started on your research.”
Severus was surprised to have several of the children wish him a happy Christmas as they gathered their things or on their way out the door.