|in_the_grass (in_the_grass) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-04-07 21:48:00
|Entry tags:||!1998: 04, !incomplete, !open, severus snape|
Who: Severus Snape (and open to any professorial types who still have jobs, of course!)
What: Oh, just spinning around in the Headmaster's chair.
Where: Headmaster's office
Severus knew there would be very few people who would be pleased to see him here. He knew it was likely to be a very temporary appointment, and he knew he would only have so much real discretion while it lasted. He also knew that he ought to be hoping to be relieved before the end of term.
That was all the more reason to get a head start, then. By the end of the day he had the place fixed more or less to his liking; the elves had trucked his things up from where they'd been moldering in his office, and all of Minerva's residual effects had been sent off to wherever such things went. Even if he did feel as though he were borrowing the desk from Dumbledore (annoying, that - it should have felt perfectly natural to sit in the chair, and he was resolved to do more than act the part), he doubted anyone else would have the same impression. He rather liked the lurid cast his shelves of carefully bottled feathered ragworms gave to the torchlight, but it was, without a doubt, different. And in the best sort of way, he felt at home again. He began laying out his tasks for tomorrow - have a chat with Malfoy, get the faculty up to speed, possibly stop dessert, just because - with an abnormally chipper outlook.
It had occurred to him, of course, that things might not be as pleasant tomorrow, when the children were let loose again, but he was no longer obliged to sit in his classroom and let them mob him with stupid questions, after all. They could run the halls all day, for all he cared. If only he hadn't had someone to answer to, it would have been perfect.
It was what it was, however. He had his obligations to fulfill, and he would cope with the brats as he always had. He was certain they were expecting a reign of terror, and supposed there was no reason to disappoint - he might as well enjoy himself while he had the opportunity, and if it bolstered his credibility while he was searching for ways to keep the muggleborns and other undesirables out of harm's way, what evil was there in it? He had so little else to look forward to.