Furry Problem
Title: Furry Problem
Team Name: Swishy Capes!Shiny Masks!
Word Count: 100 x 3
Rating: PG-13, for suggestiveness
Challenge: Epistolary
Characters: Hermione, Severus, and Crookshanks
Granger,
Care to explain why your abominable half-kneazle is taking up half my settee? He's shedding. Orange and green went out in the 70's.
S.S.
Snape,
Crooks tends to go where he pleases - wards to keep humans away don't often stop him. He must like you. And your settee, of course.
H.G.
Granger,
Unless you want me to sport a new ginger-lined pair of mittens this winter, come and retrieve him.
S.S.
Snape,
You're a horrible man and will come to a very bad end, mark my words. Just put him out and ward against him, I'm busy.
H.G.
Yowling, hissing half-kneazle tucked under his arm, Snape made his way up the staircases and corridors to Hermione's quarters.
“Back, you beast! If you bite me, I shall return the favor!” he hissed at Crookshanks as he knocked on the door.
Hermione peeked into the corridor and, upon seeing Snape, rolled her eyes in a dramatic fashion. “Really? You came all the way up here? Don't let anyone else see that you're giving me special treatment - snark in person, instead of by memo. I'm flattered.”
Crookshanks leapt down from the shocked professor's arms, sauntering into Hermione's quarters.
“Ta very much for bringing him home. Would you like a cup of tea, or perhaps a large brandy?” she inquired, holding the door open.
Snape looked up from dusting cat hair off his robes, quirking an eyebrow. “Tea? What about 'you're a horrible man and will come to a bad end'?”
“Oh, one never does know. Something bad might happen. You may never make it back to your quarters. Wouldn't that be horrible?” She turned and walked into the room.
Severus' brain did some quick and convoluted thinking.
He followed, closing the door firmly behind him.
Team Name: Swishy Capes!Shiny Masks!
Word Count: 100 x 3
Rating: PG-13, for suggestiveness
Challenge: Epistolary
Characters: Hermione, Severus, and Crookshanks
Granger,
Care to explain why your abominable half-kneazle is taking up half my settee? He's shedding. Orange and green went out in the 70's.
S.S.
Snape,
Crooks tends to go where he pleases - wards to keep humans away don't often stop him. He must like you. And your settee, of course.
H.G.
Granger,
Unless you want me to sport a new ginger-lined pair of mittens this winter, come and retrieve him.
S.S.
Snape,
You're a horrible man and will come to a very bad end, mark my words. Just put him out and ward against him, I'm busy.
H.G.
Yowling, hissing half-kneazle tucked under his arm, Snape made his way up the staircases and corridors to Hermione's quarters.
“Back, you beast! If you bite me, I shall return the favor!” he hissed at Crookshanks as he knocked on the door.
Hermione peeked into the corridor and, upon seeing Snape, rolled her eyes in a dramatic fashion. “Really? You came all the way up here? Don't let anyone else see that you're giving me special treatment - snark in person, instead of by memo. I'm flattered.”
Crookshanks leapt down from the shocked professor's arms, sauntering into Hermione's quarters.
“Ta very much for bringing him home. Would you like a cup of tea, or perhaps a large brandy?” she inquired, holding the door open.
Snape looked up from dusting cat hair off his robes, quirking an eyebrow. “Tea? What about 'you're a horrible man and will come to a bad end'?”
“Oh, one never does know. Something bad might happen. You may never make it back to your quarters. Wouldn't that be horrible?” She turned and walked into the room.
Severus' brain did some quick and convoluted thinking.
He followed, closing the door firmly behind him.