Three Drabbles
Here are my three drabbles from Drabble night, January 8.
Titles: Resolutions, Stuck and Detective Fiction Author: snapealina Rating: G Warning: not betaed Disclaimer: They're still not mine :(
Resolutions
Severus Snape had never been a fan of the Christmas holidays. Not as a child and certainly not as an adult. He didn't mind the good food and the occasional present, but he disliked a lot of the things that came with it. Stress and socializing in particular.
But if there was a time of the year Severus hated more than Christmas, it was New Year. He never quite understood why everyone was so obsessed with the first of January. It was just a day.
It seemed, however, that everyone thought that the first of January was the only day they could do something about their lives.
All he ever heard the last week of December was: On the first of January I am going to start a new and better life! I'm going to lose weight, start exercising, stop smoking, don't drink so much, spend more time with the kids, give things to charity...
Severus was sick and tired of this. If people were so determined to start a new life, why couldn't they do it on the 17th of October? Why the first of January?
New Years Resolutions they called it. Severus huffed. A stupid thing, really.
Remus was just like them. He had swore that he was going to start taking better care of himself on January the first, that he would join a gym and cook more healthy meals. And he had even emptied out several of the bottles of elf-made wine they kept in the cellar.
Severus had just rolled his eyes at this.
Remus.
Severus turned his head and looked at the sleeping man beside him.
Remus had changed Severus' lonely life. Not on the first of January, but the 10th of July.
Remus had made Christmas tolerable. Enjoyable even.
Severus smiled. Maybe one resolution was in order for the upcoming year.
He was not going to mess this up!
Stuck
“I'd rather live at the Burrow than being stuck here with you!” Severus shouted.
“Fine!” Remus yelled and turned his back to him.
“So maybe I should just go then?” Severus hissed.
“Maybe you should!” Remus answered.
Severus hurried out the front door and slammed it shut with all his might.
Fuming, he started walking down the street with rapid steps. How that bloody werewolf managed to push his buttons like that was incredible.
He turned a corner and kept walking. He had no idea where to go, but he kept walking. Away from the house. Away from Remus.
After twenty minutes, Severus had no idea where he was. He stopped and took a look at the unfamiliar surroundings. What was he doing here?
He sat down on a bench and took a deep breath. What was he doing? How could he have been so stupid?
Severus rose from the bench and started going back in the direction he came from. Maybe things would look familiar in a little while.
He walked to the end of the street and turned the corner.
Something did look familiar, but it wasn't the surroundings. A man was standing in front of him. A sad-looking man with the kindest eyes Severus had ever seen.
“You followed me?” he asked.
“As always,” the man whispered back and smiled gently.
“I'm sorry,” Severus said and walked towards him.
“I'm sorry too.” Remus said and kissed him. “Now let's go home.”
The two men walked in silence for a while.
“I didn't mean it, you know.” Severus said suddenly. “I'm glad I'm stuck with you.”
“I know, Severus.” Remus smiled. “I'm glad I'm stuck with you too.”
Detective fiction
“What in Merlin's name are you doing, Lupin?” Severus raised an eyebrow as he looked at his partner during the last decade. The man was on his stomach on the floor, peeking under the sofa.
“I'm searching for evidence,” Remus said as he stretched out his arm to reach for something.
“Evidence?” Severus asked sceptically and watched as the werewolf struggled on the floor. The thing was clearly out of reach. “And have you ever heard of a little thing called a summoning charm?”
“I can't do that.” Remus stated. “It will destroy the evidence.”
“Enough with this 'evidence' nonsense,” Severus demanded.
“I can't summon it, because I'm not sure what it is, and I'm afraid I will break it!”
Severus sighed. “But you're still convinced it's evidence?”
“Of course!” Remus said. “I couldn't find the last bar of chocolate I had in the cupboard, and when I looked in the bin I could only find the paper wrapping, not the silvery paper that's surrounding the chocolate itself. So I went into the living room to see there, and I found a part of the silver paper on the coffee table, but there was still a part missing. So I started to look around. When I looked under the sofa, I saw a strange object lying here, but I'm not sure if it's the rest of the chocolate or something else. But I'm sure it's a clue!” Remus kept trying to reach for the thing under the sofa.
“Remus.” Severus sighed and sat down on the sofa. “You've been reading way too many detective novels.”
“I have not,” Remus grunted as he desperately tried to reach for the so-called evidence.”
“Has it ever occurred to you to ask if I took the chocolate?” Severus said and pulled a half-eaten bar of chocolate out of his pocket.
“Oh,” Remus sat up, looking embarrassed. “But what is that then?” He pointed under the sofa.
Severus summoned the object and threw a lonely, dusty sock into Remus' hands. “Your evidence, Sir.”