pikkalam_sri (pikkalam_sri) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2010-08-31 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt: fantasy fest 2010 |
Your Secret Admirer (Part 1/2)
I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date! So, my fantasy fest fic is not finished... *hangs head in shame* But I didn't want to be a total disappointment by giving my poor prompter nothing! Here's what I have so far. The rest will be posted soon. Um... forgive me?
Title: Your Secret Admirer
Author:pikkalam_sri
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While it was true that Severus Snape loved potions, he hated Potions. Slughorn was a nepotistic nincompoop, and his lectures were completely incoherent. This being his first NEWTs year, he could ill afford the distraction of that unqualified hack droning on while he was trying to brew. And so he was trying out a charm (that he had devised, naturally) to filter out Slughorn's useless instructions. Now he sat in his seat, blissfully deaf to Slughorn's usual pre-class posturing. It was perfect.
Then his seatmate, Remus Lupin, opened his mouth and emitted a dull buzz. Severus grumpily reconsidered this assessment.
With an indignant huff, Severus cancelled the charm. “What?”
Lupin blanched, then shoved an envelope in his direction. “Just... here.”
Cautiously, Severus examined the note. The stationary was a eye-bleedingly bright pink decorated with several insipid doodles of puffskins. The author had used color-changing ink, so that their drunken chicken-scratch handwriting lurched from one blindingly-bright hue to the next.
To: Severus Snape!!
From: Your Secret Admirer!!
He glanced at Lupin, who was studiously avoiding his gaze. As well he should – the contents of the letter similarly puerile. Snape only got halfway through a poem lauding “The skin of alabaster // Of a future Potions Master,” before averting his eyes in disgust. And then, the final insult, the damn thing was signed, “XOXOXOX, R.L.”
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TBC!