The Box
Title: The Box
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: Not quite 300
Rating: G
Warnings: Highly caloric
Challenge: Snape's Birthday
Characters: SSHG
AN: My apologies to GS100 members as this drabble was actually written a year ago on my personal LJ and it is not specifically formatted into 100 word bites. However, since it is Professor Snape's birthday this week, I hope you won't mind. Thank you, droxy for allowing me to share it here. Much love and thank you to rivertempest for beta-ing this little bit of fluff. You rock!
The Box
Severus was a guarded man by nature, made even more paranoid by experience. This very trait caused him to slow his steps towards the Potions classroom. Once the lesson had concluded, he was certain he had closed, locked and warded the door…which was now open just barely a crack, a sliver of light shining through the minute gap. He unsheathed his wand and quickly scanned the area; his eyes narrowed.
After determining there were no malicious spells on the entrance, he cautiously made his way towards his desk. Upon the scarred surface there sat a suspicious package. He circled it a few times, his eyes never once leaving the large white box. A few flicks of his wand, and he could discern no Dark Magic surrounding the object. He spied a bit of parchment peeking out from beneath the box, so he waved his wand and watched as the note slipped free to hover in mid-air for him to examine.
In a very neat and very familiar script, it simply read, "Happy Birthday, Professor Snape".
So, Professor Granger has been by, has she? What is that silly chit up to?
Laying the note aside, he pondered the box. There was a distinct aroma permeating the air surrounding the parcel. Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply, his sensitive nose catching the unmistakable scent of
Chocolate? Could it be?
He sniffed again.
Raspberries?
Carefully, he lifted the lid and revealed to his delight, a lovely chocolate glazed confection. Raspberries, with chocolate shavings, decorated the top of the cake. His lips pulled up in a half-smiling sneer. Severus was so engrossed in his investigation that he never noticed the grinning, bushy-haired witch quietly observing him from the doorway.
Team Name: Death Eaters
Word Count: Not quite 300
Rating: G
Warnings: Highly caloric
Challenge: Snape's Birthday
Characters: SSHG
AN: My apologies to GS100 members as this drabble was actually written a year ago on my personal LJ and it is not specifically formatted into 100 word bites. However, since it is Professor Snape's birthday this week, I hope you won't mind. Thank you, droxy for allowing me to share it here. Much love and thank you to rivertempest for beta-ing this little bit of fluff. You rock!
The Box
Severus was a guarded man by nature, made even more paranoid by experience. This very trait caused him to slow his steps towards the Potions classroom. Once the lesson had concluded, he was certain he had closed, locked and warded the door…which was now open just barely a crack, a sliver of light shining through the minute gap. He unsheathed his wand and quickly scanned the area; his eyes narrowed.
After determining there were no malicious spells on the entrance, he cautiously made his way towards his desk. Upon the scarred surface there sat a suspicious package. He circled it a few times, his eyes never once leaving the large white box. A few flicks of his wand, and he could discern no Dark Magic surrounding the object. He spied a bit of parchment peeking out from beneath the box, so he waved his wand and watched as the note slipped free to hover in mid-air for him to examine.
In a very neat and very familiar script, it simply read, "Happy Birthday, Professor Snape".
So, Professor Granger has been by, has she? What is that silly chit up to?
Laying the note aside, he pondered the box. There was a distinct aroma permeating the air surrounding the parcel. Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply, his sensitive nose catching the unmistakable scent of
Chocolate? Could it be?
He sniffed again.
Raspberries?
Carefully, he lifted the lid and revealed to his delight, a lovely chocolate glazed confection. Raspberries, with chocolate shavings, decorated the top of the cake. His lips pulled up in a half-smiling sneer. Severus was so engrossed in his investigation that he never noticed the grinning, bushy-haired witch quietly observing him from the doorway.