Beth H (bethbethbeth) wrote in hp_beholder, @ 2009-05-09 12:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | argus filch, beholder 2009, fic, severus snape, slash |
FIC: "The Hand That's Dealt" for miss_morland
Recipient: miss_morland
Author/Artist: regan_v
Title: The Hand That’s Dealt
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Snape/Filch
Word Count: 3800
Warnings: None. Both characters are adults.
Summary: Filch might be a squib, but he was a pureblood.
Author's/Artist's Notes: miss_morland, I hope you enjoy this. As ever, P improved this quite a bit. She has a fine ear, and I’m very grateful for her skill as beta.
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Young Snape took care of the jinxed mop with a simple Finite and turned to face Filch, wand dangling casually from his hand.
“Anything else for me this week?” he asked.
Filch started to shake his head, and then remembered the book he’d confiscated from a third year who’d been lurking near the Slytherin common room entrance. It appeared to be a simple primer on charms, but he could sense something else radiating off it, although he didn’t want to admit to Snape that he couldn’t actually see it. “One more thing for you to check over,” he said slowly, pulling open the bottom drawer of his desk.
Snape crossed over to where he stood, and looked down into the drawer. “That’s interesting,” he commented. “There’s a glamour cast over the title. Someone’s been into the Restricted Section, I see. Who’d you take it off of?”
Filch rummaged through the pile of paper on his desk, and found the ledger buried under a folder. He flipped it open to the page for this week and held his candle a bit closer to the page, so he could read it. But his eyes watered, and the letters blurred.
“Lumos maximus”
Suddenly the room was twice as bright, and Filch could read the characters easily. “Julius Diggory,” he read aloud.
Snape nodded, and extinguished the light. His office now seemed twice as dark, Filch realized. Snape glanced around him, as if suddenly noticing how little light the candles afforded.
“You ought to . . . get something in here, so you can read all this paperwork,” he commented.
Filch grunted, but didn’t respond. Snape was a half-blood, and ought to know that Muggle lights wouldn’t work in the castle. But then, being raised Muggle wouldn’t mean that he understood what it was like to live as a Squib, would it?
“Here’s the list of this week’s detentions,” he said, holding out a sheet of parchment. “I’ve put a check next to those who’ll be serving detention with me, so you can make sure the others did their time with one of the professors.”
Snape took the sheet without comment, tucking away his wand.
“Not that any of them know how to give a proper detention,” Filch muttered under his breath. The Headmaster probably thought that passing out lollipops would be a suitable punishment. And he’d heard that Sprout had set two girls from her House who’d been sent for detention with her last month to arranging flowers. In vases.
At least Snape could be counted on to force his students to serve a proper detention. Only a few years older than the seventh years, he didn’t stand for any nonsense in class, Filch knew. And he sometimes supported Filch in staff discussions, not that there was any hope of persuading the Headmaster to demand better behavior from the grubby lot they called “pupils” at this school.
He heard Snape snort lightly as he closed the office door behind him. Filch lit two more candles.