His numbers have come up
Severus very nearly forgets to listen to the Wizarding Wireless to check his lottery numbers, but remembers at the last mminute to turn it on and check them.
He isn't surprised when the first number comes up, or even the second number. He's marginally surprised when the third one comes up - he's won ten galleons. It's the most he's ever won. He's running through plans of what to spent it on - drink chiefly - whenthe fourth number comes up.
He feels a faint flicker of excitement.
The fifth number and he's pretending not to be excited, because he knows that life is waiting to kick him in the teeth. Fate would doubtless think it was a cracking joke to bring up five numbers, and then not the sixth.
He's so convinced that this is what is going to happen that he cannot believe it when the sixth number turns up.
Holy fucking cow. They've only won the lottery.
He takes several steadying breaths, and then realises that he doesn't have to worry about his reputation anymore - he's resigned as of five seconds ago.
Minerva, he shouts, we've won the lottery. Start packing. We're leaving tonight.
I assume you don't want to stay in this hellhole for a moment longer than is necessary?
He isn't surprised when the first number comes up, or even the second number. He's marginally surprised when the third one comes up - he's won ten galleons. It's the most he's ever won. He's running through plans of what to spent it on - drink chiefly - whenthe fourth number comes up.
He feels a faint flicker of excitement.
The fifth number and he's pretending not to be excited, because he knows that life is waiting to kick him in the teeth. Fate would doubtless think it was a cracking joke to bring up five numbers, and then not the sixth.
He's so convinced that this is what is going to happen that he cannot believe it when the sixth number turns up.
Holy fucking cow. They've only won the lottery.
He takes several steadying breaths, and then realises that he doesn't have to worry about his reputation anymore - he's resigned as of five seconds ago.
Minerva, he shouts, we've won the lottery. Start packing. We're leaving tonight.
I assume you don't want to stay in this hellhole for a moment longer than is necessary?