Pages Unknown (Part 1)
Titles: Pages Unknown
Team Name: Cloaks, Masks, Hexes
Word Count: 100 x 4
Ratings: G
Challenge: secret room challenge
It was her secret room first… or so she says.
He had accidentally stumbled upon it one dreary winter day, as thoughts of warmth and literature swirled around his mind. He had, grudgingly, decided not to enjoy the solitude of his room for once and headed toward the library. Unfortunately, realizing that not everyone decides to leave for the holidays, he turned around with an annoyed huff.
Aimlessly, he wandered. Finding himself down a mysteriously barren hallway, he wondered, for the first time, where he was. He glanced around, trying to pick out any familiarities. A slight shimmering of energy prickled along his skin, making him whirl around. An aged, oaken door suddenly faced him. Snape grit his teeth and stared at it irritably. Blasted, magic doors. Why couldn’t they just stay put, for Merlin’s sake?
With lips barely moving, he used wandless magic to gain entry. His mind reached out to feel for maleficent intent yet, surprisingly, found none. Casting a wary glance around, he finally took a step in. What he discovered took his breath away.
A large, ornate fireplace greeted him against the far wall, with a lush, plum-coloured couch before it. And the walls, oh, the walls. Thousands of beautiful books lined every inch from floor to ceiling. It was what his study could have looked like if more space was permitted. His feet sank into a plush, Persian rug as he traversed the room, staring. Everything from rare Potions texts to crumbling histories of lost, magical civilizations were delightedly found. Dimly lit candelabras twinkled throughout the chamber.
It was astounding.
A contented sigh was about to escape him when, suddenly, it died in his throat. From being so distracted before he had barely heard it. Someone else was in here. The sound of light breathing was close by. He whipped his head around toward the couch. With eyes dilating, he gripped his wand and stalked his prey. Snape peered over the edge.
Granger.
A large tome lay open over her chest, her head turned to the side. Her rosy cheeks were flushed from the fire. The cascade of her hair (that unmistakable beast) rippled over the edge of the couch, nearly on the floor. What was she doing in here?
“Granger,” he growled. Her eyes popped open. Honeyed brown met coal black.
Silence.
“What are you doing in my Secret Room?” she asked innocently.
Team Name: Cloaks, Masks, Hexes
Word Count: 100 x 4
Ratings: G
Challenge: secret room challenge
It was her secret room first… or so she says.
He had accidentally stumbled upon it one dreary winter day, as thoughts of warmth and literature swirled around his mind. He had, grudgingly, decided not to enjoy the solitude of his room for once and headed toward the library. Unfortunately, realizing that not everyone decides to leave for the holidays, he turned around with an annoyed huff.
Aimlessly, he wandered. Finding himself down a mysteriously barren hallway, he wondered, for the first time, where he was. He glanced around, trying to pick out any familiarities. A slight shimmering of energy prickled along his skin, making him whirl around. An aged, oaken door suddenly faced him. Snape grit his teeth and stared at it irritably. Blasted, magic doors. Why couldn’t they just stay put, for Merlin’s sake?
With lips barely moving, he used wandless magic to gain entry. His mind reached out to feel for maleficent intent yet, surprisingly, found none. Casting a wary glance around, he finally took a step in. What he discovered took his breath away.
A large, ornate fireplace greeted him against the far wall, with a lush, plum-coloured couch before it. And the walls, oh, the walls. Thousands of beautiful books lined every inch from floor to ceiling. It was what his study could have looked like if more space was permitted. His feet sank into a plush, Persian rug as he traversed the room, staring. Everything from rare Potions texts to crumbling histories of lost, magical civilizations were delightedly found. Dimly lit candelabras twinkled throughout the chamber.
It was astounding.
A contented sigh was about to escape him when, suddenly, it died in his throat. From being so distracted before he had barely heard it. Someone else was in here. The sound of light breathing was close by. He whipped his head around toward the couch. With eyes dilating, he gripped his wand and stalked his prey. Snape peered over the edge.
Granger.
A large tome lay open over her chest, her head turned to the side. Her rosy cheeks were flushed from the fire. The cascade of her hair (that unmistakable beast) rippled over the edge of the couch, nearly on the floor. What was she doing in here?
“Granger,” he growled. Her eyes popped open. Honeyed brown met coal black.
Silence.
“What are you doing in my Secret Room?” she asked innocently.