I loved this -- particularly Severus and Harry living in my universe (Brown Sugar! Medieval Theology!). The homicidal thoughts engendered by departmental meetings were hysterical, but what really pushed me over the edge was: "I snort. "I rather think St Augustine would roll in his grave at being considered foreplay." " (Along similar lines, friend of mine from Notre Dame wanted to establish the "St Augustine Institute for Sexual Dysfunction"). Wonderfully engaging and well written also. (Although, personally, I think Snape prefers Glenfiddich, but that's a minor quibble.)