A Series of Unfortunate Errands, Round 3
Date: Thursday, 30 March, 2000
Time: Mid-afternoon, after Round 1 and 2
Location: Diagon Alley, Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes
Characters Involved: Weasley Twins, any with reason to be in WWW who can tolerate Snape's unpleasant temperament.
Incomplete
Rating: G - PG--how bad can a little shopping get?
All his necessary errands now complete, there was one more stop he had been considering all day. It was by no means 'necessary'. Indeed, it was not even one he considered with any amount of pleasure. However, one of the most severe 'sticking points' of his irritation this last five days was learning precisely how much personal privacy he had lost. To a man such as Severus Snape, who had needed every drop of privacy he could garner just in order to stay alive, this violation was unimaginably distressing. To think the Ministry had watchers, keeping record of every individual coming and going from his house!
Azkaban would certainly have been an easier residence.
Severus was a master of the Dark Arts almost as well as his Potions - but he knew the lure, and the danger, of their use, besides the fact that it was currently patently illegal for him to use them at all. Most of the more complex and effective defensive charms, wards, and protections which he had kept on his property were now denied to him as well.
Most annoying.
If anyone, anywhere, had a way 'around' this particular 'inconvenience' which Severus, himself, had not already considered, it would be the greatest rule-breakers in the history of Hogwarts.
As all of them but Lupin were dead, and Lupin still staunchly maintained that he was rarely the mastermind of their mischief, that option was out. Besides, Severus wouldn't have spat on the other three if they were on fire, so it's not like he'd have sought their assistance in this case even if they were alive.
They did have posthumous proteges, though. Two young men who had made a livelihood out of rule-breaking without being caught.
As a Professor, it had driven him mad. As a Slytherin, a Death Eater, a Spy, and a man who wanted some semblance of privacy restored to him, he could grudgingly respect that knack. He was also willing to pay to find options for his own situation.
So it was that Severus Snape found himself stepping through the door to the obnoxiously decorated shop, the loud bells still jingling over his head as his vision was assaulted by every possible clash of garish colours imaginable. The bright-pink cosmetic vials alone were enough to make him seriously consider turning-heel and leaving. He'd survived living amidst Death Eaters, for Merlin's sake! What the bloody hell were two rule-breaking miscreants going to teach him?
However, as he had clearly run out of viable options on his own... he stayed.
Time: Mid-afternoon, after Round 1 and 2
Location: Diagon Alley, Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes
Characters Involved: Weasley Twins, any with reason to be in WWW who can tolerate Snape's unpleasant temperament.
Incomplete
Rating: G - PG--how bad can a little shopping get?
All his necessary errands now complete, there was one more stop he had been considering all day. It was by no means 'necessary'. Indeed, it was not even one he considered with any amount of pleasure. However, one of the most severe 'sticking points' of his irritation this last five days was learning precisely how much personal privacy he had lost. To a man such as Severus Snape, who had needed every drop of privacy he could garner just in order to stay alive, this violation was unimaginably distressing. To think the Ministry had watchers, keeping record of every individual coming and going from his house!
Azkaban would certainly have been an easier residence.
Severus was a master of the Dark Arts almost as well as his Potions - but he knew the lure, and the danger, of their use, besides the fact that it was currently patently illegal for him to use them at all. Most of the more complex and effective defensive charms, wards, and protections which he had kept on his property were now denied to him as well.
Most annoying.
If anyone, anywhere, had a way 'around' this particular 'inconvenience' which Severus, himself, had not already considered, it would be the greatest rule-breakers in the history of Hogwarts.
As all of them but Lupin were dead, and Lupin still staunchly maintained that he was rarely the mastermind of their mischief, that option was out. Besides, Severus wouldn't have spat on the other three if they were on fire, so it's not like he'd have sought their assistance in this case even if they were alive.
They did have posthumous proteges, though. Two young men who had made a livelihood out of rule-breaking without being caught.
As a Professor, it had driven him mad. As a Slytherin, a Death Eater, a Spy, and a man who wanted some semblance of privacy restored to him, he could grudgingly respect that knack. He was also willing to pay to find options for his own situation.
So it was that Severus Snape found himself stepping through the door to the obnoxiously decorated shop, the loud bells still jingling over his head as his vision was assaulted by every possible clash of garish colours imaginable. The bright-pink cosmetic vials alone were enough to make him seriously consider turning-heel and leaving. He'd survived living amidst Death Eaters, for Merlin's sake! What the bloody hell were two rule-breaking miscreants going to teach him?
However, as he had clearly run out of viable options on his own... he stayed.