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School's Out [Harry Potter]
Title: School's Out
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: McGongall and Snape converse at the Three Broomsticks following Harry's third year at Hogwarts.
Characters/Pairings: McGonagall, Snape, Rosmerta
Rating/Warnings: G
AN: Unbeta'd. For jademurasaki.
Word Count: 452
School's Out
"And that's not all. He turned a firefly into a snow globe, when I asked for a candle."
Snape harrumphed. "That's not even slightly related."
"No, not even slightly." McGonagall sighed. She was, as usual, disappointed and disconcerted whenever a student seemed to so completely fail to grasp Transfigurations. "Well," Minerva tilted her head, "I do suppose that both are around in a muggle home at Christmastime."
"He's not muggle-born. Don't make excuses for him. He blew up no less than half of the potions I assigned this year."
"Yes, but... It just doesn't make sense, Severus. Pomona says he is a very smart boy."
Snape took a swig of Firewhisky. "Maybe that's Hufflepuff-speak for 'he seems to know how to tie his shoes'."
"Really, Severus--"
"And then that stunt with Lupin and the boggart! The whole school's lucky that Longbottom even managed it--"
Minerva laughed. "You mean you're lucky, or else that boggart might still be running around dressed as you."
"Lupin had no right--"
"It was Longbottom's fear, Severus, not Remus's. You could go easier on the boy."
"And risk having him blow up an entire wing of the castle? I should think not." He sighed, and they were silent a moment before Snape continued. "I'm looking forward to some respite this coming year, with Lupin gone."
"Well." Minerva sniffed haughtily at this. "Remus was by far the best Defense professor this school has seen in a generation, and his resignation will be felt greatly by all. Plus, it's really a shame that poor Peter wasn't caught. I mean, leaving Mr. Black on the run like he has."
"It's a shame they all weren't caught and fed to Dementors for their trouble," Severus grumbled.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore has been increasingly busy with... other affairs, and I've had to take over some of his duties. I would love to have a good, quality substitute Transfigurations professor." She took a long sip of her warm butterbeer-- not something ordinarily served in the spring, but for Minerva, Rosmerta would do anything.
"What are you talking about?" Snape snapped.
"Just that I think Mr. Black is possibly a Transfigurations genius, or at the very least a natural talent--"
"Oh Merlin, not you too."
"What do you mean, not me too, Severus?"
"I mean, every bloody member of the female race has a crush on Sirius Black, but I would have thought you'd escape unscathed. I'm going back to my rooms." Snape stood, his black cloak brushing the tabletop as he moved towards the exit. Minerva watched the door long after Severus had left.
"I do not have a crush," she answered the empty air indignantly. "He just happens to have matured into a very handsome and intelligent wizard."
When Minerva left, she did not see Rosmerta giggling as she wrote an owl:
Sirius--
You would never guess--
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: McGongall and Snape converse at the Three Broomsticks following Harry's third year at Hogwarts.
Characters/Pairings: McGonagall, Snape, Rosmerta
Rating/Warnings: G
AN: Unbeta'd. For jademurasaki.
Word Count: 452
School's Out
"And that's not all. He turned a firefly into a snow globe, when I asked for a candle."
Snape harrumphed. "That's not even slightly related."
"No, not even slightly." McGonagall sighed. She was, as usual, disappointed and disconcerted whenever a student seemed to so completely fail to grasp Transfigurations. "Well," Minerva tilted her head, "I do suppose that both are around in a muggle home at Christmastime."
"He's not muggle-born. Don't make excuses for him. He blew up no less than half of the potions I assigned this year."
"Yes, but... It just doesn't make sense, Severus. Pomona says he is a very smart boy."
Snape took a swig of Firewhisky. "Maybe that's Hufflepuff-speak for 'he seems to know how to tie his shoes'."
"Really, Severus--"
"And then that stunt with Lupin and the boggart! The whole school's lucky that Longbottom even managed it--"
Minerva laughed. "You mean you're lucky, or else that boggart might still be running around dressed as you."
"Lupin had no right--"
"It was Longbottom's fear, Severus, not Remus's. You could go easier on the boy."
"And risk having him blow up an entire wing of the castle? I should think not." He sighed, and they were silent a moment before Snape continued. "I'm looking forward to some respite this coming year, with Lupin gone."
"Well." Minerva sniffed haughtily at this. "Remus was by far the best Defense professor this school has seen in a generation, and his resignation will be felt greatly by all. Plus, it's really a shame that poor Peter wasn't caught. I mean, leaving Mr. Black on the run like he has."
"It's a shame they all weren't caught and fed to Dementors for their trouble," Severus grumbled.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore has been increasingly busy with... other affairs, and I've had to take over some of his duties. I would love to have a good, quality substitute Transfigurations professor." She took a long sip of her warm butterbeer-- not something ordinarily served in the spring, but for Minerva, Rosmerta would do anything.
"What are you talking about?" Snape snapped.
"Just that I think Mr. Black is possibly a Transfigurations genius, or at the very least a natural talent--"
"Oh Merlin, not you too."
"What do you mean, not me too, Severus?"
"I mean, every bloody member of the female race has a crush on Sirius Black, but I would have thought you'd escape unscathed. I'm going back to my rooms." Snape stood, his black cloak brushing the tabletop as he moved towards the exit. Minerva watched the door long after Severus had left.
"I do not have a crush," she answered the empty air indignantly. "He just happens to have matured into a very handsome and intelligent wizard."
When Minerva left, she did not see Rosmerta giggling as she wrote an owl:
Sirius--
You would never guess--