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If you've ever read any of my HP fic, this is set in the same universe as the Alphabet Series and Five Things Ravenclaws Are Not. And thus,
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Resting against a back wall in his own lab Snape looked heavenward, even though a mere view of the heavens was at least a hundred meters away through several levels of thick stone masonry. The tables and cauldrons had been cleared away while the bookshelves had acquired new shutters. The floor gleamed.
“Why me?”
“Because the Heads of Houses lost a bet with the general faculty? And now you and the other Heads must open this year’s Yule with a coordinated dance effort?”
Snape gave the student, a Ravenclaws, his Ravenclaw now, a withering look. It didn’t have the desired effect. Which was unfortunate. It had always worked on his Slytherins.
“Does that mean you’re ready, sir?”
Sneering, turned on the Fifth Year. “It means nothing of the sort.”
She nodded serenely. “Understandable. Tap really is more strenuous than people might imagine.”
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. “At least it’s not her Merlin cursed sister,” he muttered to himself.
“Indeed. Prin has absolutely no coordination. I daresay you’d be trying to dance on broken toes.”
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher shot her a look.
“It’s amazing she can sit a broom actually,” the girl continued. She was studying the workings on a covered goblet of pumpkin juice. “Let alone play Quidditch.”
Snape sputtered.
The girl looked up from her goblet. She was just as tall as her sister though darker haired and, thank Merlin’s walking stick, less bubbly. “Did your pumpkin juice go down the wrong way, sir?” She was, however, equally irrepressible. Like all of his new House.
Indignant, Snape pushed himself from the wall. The taps on his shoes echoed and sparked with his every step. They’d have produced streams of flowers or bubbles or butterflies if he’d been in a better mood. The girl’s eyebrows rose. She took a quick sip of her pumpkin juice, covered and set down the goblet then quickly joined him.
She was lucky his feet didn’t echo with thunder.
It took them a moment to determine where they had left off, then side by side they began the rather simple routine that had been chosen for the four Heads of Houses (and their partners) to perform as the opener to the Yule Ball. They were turning together, each holding the other’s hands, when the girl said in an offhand manner, “The sparks are very nice, Professor. Perhaps you should do that again at Yule.”
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Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make no profit from anything posted here, except, perhaps, for some tiny measure of a return to sanity. Maybe.
Also, this will eventually be posted on my fic journal and ff.net, etc., unless Katya has some objection.
lieueitak's fic ideasIf you've ever read any of my HP fic, this is set in the same universe as the Alphabet Series and Five Things Ravenclaws Are Not. And thus,
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Resting against a back wall in his own lab Snape looked heavenward, even though a mere view of the heavens was at least a hundred meters away through several levels of thick stone masonry. The tables and cauldrons had been cleared away while the bookshelves had acquired new shutters. The floor gleamed.
“Why me?”
“Because the Heads of Houses lost a bet with the general faculty? And now you and the other Heads must open this year’s Yule with a coordinated dance effort?”
Snape gave the student, a Ravenclaws, his Ravenclaw now, a withering look. It didn’t have the desired effect. Which was unfortunate. It had always worked on his Slytherins.
“Does that mean you’re ready, sir?”
Sneering, turned on the Fifth Year. “It means nothing of the sort.”
She nodded serenely. “Understandable. Tap really is more strenuous than people might imagine.”
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. “At least it’s not her Merlin cursed sister,” he muttered to himself.
“Indeed. Prin has absolutely no coordination. I daresay you’d be trying to dance on broken toes.”
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher shot her a look.
“It’s amazing she can sit a broom actually,” the girl continued. She was studying the workings on a covered goblet of pumpkin juice. “Let alone play Quidditch.”
Snape sputtered.
The girl looked up from her goblet. She was just as tall as her sister though darker haired and, thank Merlin’s walking stick, less bubbly. “Did your pumpkin juice go down the wrong way, sir?” She was, however, equally irrepressible. Like all of his new House.
Indignant, Snape pushed himself from the wall. The taps on his shoes echoed and sparked with his every step. They’d have produced streams of flowers or bubbles or butterflies if he’d been in a better mood. The girl’s eyebrows rose. She took a quick sip of her pumpkin juice, covered and set down the goblet then quickly joined him.
She was lucky his feet didn’t echo with thunder.
It took them a moment to determine where they had left off, then side by side they began the rather simple routine that had been chosen for the four Heads of Houses (and their partners) to perform as the opener to the Yule Ball. They were turning together, each holding the other’s hands, when the girl said in an offhand manner, “The sparks are very nice, Professor. Perhaps you should do that again at Yule.”
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Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make no profit from anything posted here, except, perhaps, for some tiny measure of a return to sanity. Maybe.
Also, this will eventually be posted on my fic journal and ff.net, etc., unless Katya has some objection.