bertas (bertas) wrote in severus_sighs, @ 2011-12-22 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | drabble, member: bertas, pairing: severus/harry, rating: g |
The Ninth Day of Christmas By BertaS
Title: The Twelve Days of Christmas
Author: bertas
Date Written: December 2011
Pairing: Severus / Severus
Rating: G
Word Count: 253
Warnings: Excessive fluff
Summary: Severus and the other teachers exchange Secret Santa gifts for the 12 days before Christmas.
A/N: Happy Christmas.
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize is mine and the only thing I get out of this is a warm fuzzy when you review.
On the Ninth Day of Christmas
On the Ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Nine Ladies Dancing
Eight maids a Milking
Seven Swans a Swimming
Six Geese a Laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And
A partridge in a pear tree
Monday, December 22, 2003
Monday Severus spent most of the day in the library researching what kind of potions he could make with all the gifts he had received. At dinner he covertly watched as several of his colleagues received gifts. Pomona received a large package of assorted seeds.
Aurora Sinistra was given a book. It was obviously a Muggle book, but was filled with some rather spectacular photos taken from a telescope that the Muggles had somehow gotten into space. Severus vaguely remembered seeing the Americans on the telly as they walked on the moon. When he was a youth, the idea had fascinated him. Of course he had arranged for Potter to receive his gift at that time as well.
He went back to his research with a satisfied smirk after announcing that he would be spending the next day in his lab. The other teachers knew that was his way of warning them not to disturb him.
It was late when he returned to is quarters and looked around carefully for his present. He found it on the mantle, nestled between the crystal cobra and the coral snake was a third crystal vial. This one a pale greenish brown with a distinctive diamond pattern on its back. It was coiled with head and tail lifted. He could almost hear the warning rattle.
A thin green ribbon around its neck held a tag with a picture of a young lady whirling in a lovely dance. The only thing written on it was, ‘Your Secret Santa’.