Recipient: mad_and_crazy Prompt: “Severus Snape opens a small artisanal cheeseworks in Wales. Bonus points for Aberforth's Goat.” Word count: 271 - A bit over, I’m afraid -cough- but it’s something that just couldn’t be condensed. Notes: Okay so I tried to make this humorous, I’m sure I failed. Also I tried finding out whether people “churned cheese” or not… but Google fails. -_-; so uh, just ignore that if it’s not right. haha
The Great War between good and evil had fizzled and sizzled, but inevitably finished. Which side won is irrelevant, as Snape was on neither. After fleeing from Hogwarts no other Order member saw him. Draco Malfoy cropped up, but Snape was, as usual, a mystery. As a rule he’d always kept away from Muggles, mainly because their ignorance to what was going on around them didn’t inspire much hope for them to know much more about life. Wizards and Wales were a bad mixture. Like chalk and cheese. He didn’t know why, but there were rarely any visitations from his sort. But that was okay, because it made hiding from them a lot easier. In his desperation to survive he’d taken over a business; from a dying old man who regarded him as a son. They’d only met twice before at the local pub, but he was going insane and Severus knew he would profit from the old mans delusions. Oh and profit he did! A cheese shop, which everyone in the village would frequent, was Severus’s only source of income. It was a horrid and smelly job, and sometimes he’d pine for House Elves who would happily take over. But he had never heard the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’, obviously. One morning whilst he was preparing for another hard day of churning cheese, he came across a goat he’d never seen before. It had a collar on. The identity badge read: ‘Property of A. Dumbledore. Please owl if found lost.’ Yes, the cheese industry was a scary thing indeed.
Prompt: “Severus Snape opens a small artisanal cheeseworks in Wales. Bonus points for Aberforth's Goat.”
Word count: 271 - A bit over, I’m afraid -cough- but it’s something that just couldn’t be condensed.
Notes: Okay so I tried to make this humorous, I’m sure I failed. Also I tried finding out whether people “churned cheese” or not… but Google fails. -_-; so uh, just ignore that if it’s not right. haha
The Great War between good and evil had fizzled and sizzled, but inevitably finished. Which side won is irrelevant, as Snape was on neither. After fleeing from Hogwarts no other Order member saw him. Draco Malfoy cropped up, but Snape was, as usual, a mystery.
As a rule he’d always kept away from Muggles, mainly because their ignorance to what was going on around them didn’t inspire much hope for them to know much more about life.
Wizards and Wales were a bad mixture. Like chalk and cheese. He didn’t know why, but there were rarely any visitations from his sort. But that was okay, because it made hiding from them a lot easier.
In his desperation to survive he’d taken over a business; from a dying old man who regarded him as a son. They’d only met twice before at the local pub, but he was going insane and Severus knew he would profit from the old mans delusions.
Oh and profit he did! A cheese shop, which everyone in the village would frequent, was Severus’s only source of income. It was a horrid and smelly job, and sometimes he’d pine for House Elves who would happily take over.
But he had never heard the phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’, obviously. One morning whilst he was preparing for another hard day of churning cheese, he came across a goat he’d never seen before. It had a collar on. The identity badge read: ‘Property of A. Dumbledore. Please owl if found lost.’
Yes, the cheese industry was a scary thing indeed.
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