Post by Severus Snape on Feb 21, 2007 17:43:42 GMT -5
So much for an early night. Severus had been exhausted that Thursday for one reason or another, and had been planning on going to sleep no later than nine o'clock, on the button. True, Bella would have laughed herself into a second-year Hufflepuff if she found out, and ol' Auggy would probably have had more than a few snarky comments, but Severus thought them fools anyway; you sleep when you're sleepy, life is that simple.
Or, at least, it should have been. He had been making his way back down to his Commons, after spending the time after dinner in the Library, finishing the last of his Transfiguration homework. Severus hadn't noticed the wandering Head Boy, something about battering away sleep was very distracting, unfortunately, it didn't go both ways and Potter saw the groggy Slytherin. As always, Severus wasn't left ignored and Potter sauntered over, blathering about how Severus couldn't pass because the Gobstone Community was recruiting new members, and a greasy-haired Slytherin might frighten away all the interested first-years. For once, Severus was too unruffled to bother whipping out his wand and bark back insults, instead he chose to ignore the shorter male, something Potter, apparently, couldn't stand. A wand was drawn, comments about Severus being part bird (obvious by his nose) were yelled, and the next thing he knew, he had wattles.
He should have cursed the gorse before his evening was ruined. After a fairly heated battle with Potter (which Severus lost), the latter decided to make his way to the Hospital Wing, it wasn't as if he'd ever desired having wattles. If anything, it was an incredible annoyance to have flesh dangling from his chin, and Severus was keen on removing them as soon as possible. Irritated, and perfectly awake, he slumped into the Hospital Wing, interested in only on person: the matron. He hissed with displeasure when he saw she wasn't there and hoarsely began to call her by name, hoping no one else was present; his current state was more than mildly embarrassing.
((OOC: Ickle Sevvy forgwot his nap. And I god-mod, I'm so evil!))
Or, at least, it should have been. He had been making his way back down to his Commons, after spending the time after dinner in the Library, finishing the last of his Transfiguration homework. Severus hadn't noticed the wandering Head Boy, something about battering away sleep was very distracting, unfortunately, it didn't go both ways and Potter saw the groggy Slytherin. As always, Severus wasn't left ignored and Potter sauntered over, blathering about how Severus couldn't pass because the Gobstone Community was recruiting new members, and a greasy-haired Slytherin might frighten away all the interested first-years. For once, Severus was too unruffled to bother whipping out his wand and bark back insults, instead he chose to ignore the shorter male, something Potter, apparently, couldn't stand. A wand was drawn, comments about Severus being part bird (obvious by his nose) were yelled, and the next thing he knew, he had wattles.
He should have cursed the gorse before his evening was ruined. After a fairly heated battle with Potter (which Severus lost), the latter decided to make his way to the Hospital Wing, it wasn't as if he'd ever desired having wattles. If anything, it was an incredible annoyance to have flesh dangling from his chin, and Severus was keen on removing them as soon as possible. Irritated, and perfectly awake, he slumped into the Hospital Wing, interested in only on person: the matron. He hissed with displeasure when he saw she wasn't there and hoarsely began to call her by name, hoping no one else was present; his current state was more than mildly embarrassing.
((OOC: Ickle Sevvy forgwot his nap. And I god-mod, I'm so evil!))