HOGWARTS GRAND OPENING BALL
Date: Saturday, 26 August
Time: 6:00 p.m. to Midnight
Place: Hogwarts Great Hall and Grounds
Characters Involved: Everyone! Don't forget to add your character's tag if you join the thread!
Rating: Hopefully not more than PG-13 - this is a public location, folks! Take your libidos 'home' for higher-rated stuff please! *grin*
( But first, before the dancing could begin, the Headmistress would address the crowd. )
Time: 6:00 p.m. to Midnight
Place: Hogwarts Great Hall and Grounds
Characters Involved: Everyone! Don't forget to add your character's tag if you join the thread!
Rating: Hopefully not more than PG-13 - this is a public location, folks! Take your libidos 'home' for higher-rated stuff please! *grin*
( But first, before the dancing could begin, the Headmistress would address the crowd. )
He didn't hesitate to use Legilimency when he felt the situation warranted it, of course, such as when he felt his life was in danger or he was being lied to by a miscreant student or the like.
However, his line of work had necessitated him being very adept at 'reading' people - sometimes his very life had hung on his ability to read a mood, a look, to know when a hex was coming his way.
He needed no Legilimency now. It was impossible to miss the brief look of disgust or distrust or whatever it was that passed Miss Bell's expression before she concealed it. Clearly Mr Wagtail's efforts at improving his 'look' carried little weight with most people - as Severus had expected. A change of shampoo, a haircut, and a teeth-whitening charm did not change the fact that he was a sadistic bastard most of the time - nor that he enjoyed that reputation far too much to try to spoil it now.
"Rumour has it, Miss Bell?" he drawled mockingly. He had made his effort at politeness, after all. If she wanted to see him in true-to-form Snark, he was more than delighted to oblige. He tapped the Slytherin Head of House emblem on his left upper chest.
"You are astonishingly observant, no wonder you do so well at Quidditch. You are your team's Seeker, then, I presume?" he asked with a nasty mockery of polite inquiry, as he was quite certain she was not.
"I'm certain Headmistress McGonagall is very appreciative of your efforts - she has grand plans for the Quidditch program here at the school, as you have just heard. Doubtlessly your 'good press' will enhance her wishes. As to the game, I would not miss it."
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She wasn't a student anymore. She wasn't afraid of him. She knew very well that he knew very well what position she played and on what team she played as well. If it was one thing that Severus Snape was not, it was uninformed. She sipped her Pumpkin juice, "All of what we've done is for the betterment of the school. The money we've raised with tickets and such will go directly to the funds for the library, the Quidditch program and the school at large."
Katie was not a little girl anymore that needed to be afraid of Snape as a professor. He couldn't fail her, he couldn't get her kicked out. He couldn't do a damn thing to her and she still didn't believe that a leopard ever changed his spots. The same with a snake changing its slime.
She was afterall a Gryffindor through and through. He was a Slytherin, just as much.
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"That is Professor Snape, Ms Bell," he sneered, deliberately altering the mode of address which he gave to her to 'Ms' - a title that was given some false status of respect in America, but which the English viewed as a label for loose women or lesbians. If she was going to disrespect him, here, in this school, he owed her no further attempt at civility.
"Such rumours about me must ought never to be believed - anyone mistaking me for a decent man would be likely to fall under the equally erroneous presumption that a Gryffindor can behave with respect or politeness.
"Good day."
With that, he gave her a very mocking bow and turned on his heel and swept away, his green silk robes snapping around his legs.
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"Ruddy slimeball." she said as he left, not giving a care if he heard her or not. She hated Severus Snape. He had made her school years entirely miserable and he was nothing more then a snake in sheep's clothing.
She got herself a piece of fruit to nibble on before she turned away from the refreshment table and wandered towards the dance floor, perhaps she had not been polite, but Severus Snape deserved no civil manners.
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