You know... someone once had an idea for a Snape apron. Her name was Dixie.
Dixie didn't make the Snape apron. Dixie and everyone in fandom was sad.
Someone snuck into Dixie's house, robes flapping, and managed to avoid any gun pointing... took his wand and held it up against Dixie's neck. He laid his other hand on her shoulder and flexed his long thin fingers. Lowering his head, his greasy hair fell forward as his lips brushed her ear, "Make me my apron!" he purred.
Dixie didn't make the Snape apron. Dixie and everyone in fandom was sad.
Someone snuck into Dixie's house, robes flapping, and managed to avoid any gun pointing... took his wand and held it up against Dixie's neck. He laid his other hand on her shoulder and flexed his long thin fingers. Lowering his head, his greasy hair fell forward as his lips brushed her ear, "Make me my apron!" he purred.
And with that he was gone.
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