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Sunday, October 17th, 2004
3:32 pm	Arrrrggghhhh Severus wakes up in a muck-sweat. He's just had the most appalling nghtmare. Something about shacking up with Minerva, and Neville defeating the Dark Lord - who had the most dreadful taste in shirts - and, though winning the Wizarding Lottery was nice, he couldn't help feel that on balance the whole business had been a nightmare. After all, it wasn't as if there actually was a Wizarding Lottery. He didn't know what message his subconscious was sending him, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. Yes, the Dark Lord was dead; yes, he had a brand new spanking life to lead, But he was damned if he was going to waste it on Minerva, who was, in any event, too busy shagging Albus for him to get a look in. No, what he wanted was a younger model. Something a little more energetic. Something frisky even. Hmmmmmm. And he'd just had an idea. Just what was Hermione Granger up to these days???? (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 25th, 2004
9:13 pm	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? (Comment on this)
Friday, August 6th, 2004
4:32 pm	A Mystery Severus is used to getting hatemail, what with his Death Eater colleagues, his teaching colleagues - who were more dangerous - and his pupils, both past and present. This one is a bit of a mystery though. Not the usual abuse about being a Greasy Git (pupils); nor a blood traitor (death eaters) nor even the prophecies of doom and gloom usually supplied by Sybill. Hmmm. That's the problem, when you have a knack of pissing people off, there are no shortage of suspects for hatemail. Why what? There's no point worrying Minerva about it, but still, he'll keep an eye out for trouble. (Comment on this)
Friday, July 23rd, 2004
5:50 pm	Bathtime Severus is old-fashioned, and there are rules about how you prepare for your wedding. The bath is hot and sweetly scented - not just because it is pleasant, but because it's supposed to cleanse you of all your impurities. (Which is a hard task for a bath full of herbs; though he suspects Minerva wouldn't be interested in a pure Severus anyway). He's supposed to consider the duties of marriage and determine whether he's ready for them, but he can't help but be distracted by the pleasures of marriage instead. He expects there will be a lot of adjustment for the pair of them, maybe even the odd argument, but he's bloody certain he wants to marry her. He hopes Lucius doesn't turn up at the wedding, like some death's head grinning at him. There will be time enough to deal with that aggravation later - he'd rather like to make it through the Honeymoon without having to poison someone. And it's really bad luck to poison a guest. Mind you, if the chance occurred he'd bloody take it, because, whilst poisoning a guest was bad luck, letting Lucius live would be even worse luck in the long run. He wonders if Draco realises that it might come to that.............. Sod it, this is a day for being happy and being happy is what he shall do. Minerva. Minerva. Mrs Snape. He ponders on the delights of Mrs Snape for the required thirty minutes and then extracts himself from the bath. He shaves with a charm that should keep hair growth at bay for 24 hours - there's nothing worse than a bristly chin when going for olympian shagging feats. The hair is nice and shiny and clean. The teeth are practically glinting, they are so white. The robes are charmed to within an inch of their life. He's ready to go........ (Comment on this)
2:55 pm	The last morning of the last day of this house and being single. Severus is determined to make it through the day in a good mood. The news that they can have their wands is a good start. There are all sorts of preparations he needs to make, to ensure that he looks his best for Minerva. A nice long bath, for instance. And for once he can afford to be pleasantly scented and not worry about interfering with the potions. A close shave with a charm - those damned muggle implements don't do as good a job. Clean teeth and fresh breath. Maybe even trim his hair a little. The he needs to see to his robes, to make sure they are neat and tidy. Doubtless Minerva will have arranged Wedding Robes for him, but he still wants to leave the house in all his billowing glory. A solid breakfast, and then a peaceful day. He casts a longing look at the Hot Tub - maybe he can fit in a last visit to make sure that his back will hold up for all the strenuous activity he is planning for later that day. He is looking forward to being a married man, very much. (14 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 22nd, 2004
2:35 pm	Only two days to go For all Draco's sneering at the Snape nose, it is Draco who snores like the Hogwarts Expresss. Juding from the occasional Pansy, Pansy that come from beneath the covers he's dreaming as well. Snoring and talking in his sleep; he almost feels sorry for Pansy. He hopes she has some really irritating habits she can use to get her own back on him, like picking her teeth, or talking at the breakfast table, or cuttingher toenails with a slicing hex in the middle of the bedroom. It's the little things that go to make up a marriage. In three days time he expects to be a married man himself. If Minerva isn't waiting for him with a celebrant - and he expects that she will be - he will be dragging her off to get married himself. First there is the Stag Day to get through - and best of all, Albus isn't here to spoil it. Severus washes and dresses quickly. Let's get this party started. (25 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 20th, 2004
5:13 pm	Waky waky, rise and shine Severus is vaguely aware of Draco getting up - it's a good job that his safety doesn't rely on stealth, as he sounds like a herd of elephants in hob-nailed boots - but allows the lad to clear the room before stirring. He isn't in the mood to talk to anyone. He wants Coffee first. He dresses quickly, and heads into the kitchen to secure his favourite beverage. Once several gulps have hit home he contemplates dealing with chickens. He feels quite amiable towards the chickens, since Abaddon has said that they like Minerva and recognise him as her rooster. They have good taste those chickens. They scatter satisfyingly at his aproach, and it is the work of minutes to abstract the eggs and put them in the bowl he'd thoughtfully provided for the purpose. Looking round to make sure that no one is looking he begins talking to the chickens - well they are more sensible that most of his house mates - telling them all about how Minerva and he are engaged and will be getting married very soon. It's actually quite peaceful out in the garden, but his rumbling stomach means he has to head back in for breakfast. No hot sausages today, just scrambled eggs. (25 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, July 19th, 2004
1:13 pm	Life's a bugger Severus reflects on how badly he has been punished for his moment of weakness in allowing Others to think they could occupy his room. He will no long be lying in Solitary State, but is now trapped with a demon - who isn't a bad sort at all - and a pouting blond. (It's amazing how much difference an 'e' makes there.) Bloody hell that lad can sulk; he could sulk for England. Sod it, he could sulk for the United Kingdom's Allcomers Sulking team. If Fudge continues down the line of integration with Europe that he has outlined, then the lad could sulk for the European team. And he's bloody certain he doesn't get that from his father, oh no. Severus grumbles, Severus mardies, Severus throws tantrums: he's prepared to admit to all of that. Severus does even, on occasion, but strictly when circumstances warrant it, and only then, whine a bit. Severus does not pout. To be fair, Lucius doesn't pout either. He's too busy sneering, looking aloof, and looking at his hair in the mirror. Must get it from his mother then. Must he sulk so noisily? (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 18th, 2004
5:51 pm	Severus feels like a young man - and wonders where he can get one For the first time in days Severus wakes feeling alright - as alright as a grumpy bastard who isn't getting laid and who has a chronic coffee addiction ever feels. He hasn't slept on the sofa, he hasn't drunk himself into a stupor, and he's eaten properly with the result that his back isn't hurting, his head isn't hurting, and his stomach isn't grumbling. Though at least a grumbling stomach drowned out Draco's incessant complaints. Poor Pansy this, poor Pansy that. As if she wasn't a Slytherin bint of the highest order with one slightly dopy blond wrapped firmly round her little finger. Abaddon seems a decent bloke with his finger on the pulse of human nature. He wonders if Abaddon might like to pop by Hogwarts from time to time. He does feel a bit sticky though, and decides that today he will bathe before breakfast, before coffee even. It does feel good to have the warm water sluicing over his body, and he relaxes into the spray. Soap in one hand he begins drawing lazy circles on his body. Soon he will be back with Minerva, and it will be her hands running over his nipples, stroking his torso, and dipping down to..... ahem and his knees need washing as well. It is a very clean and slightly pink Severus that emerges from the Bathroom, safely wrapped up in his Robes. He decides to have tea this morning, and then commences the preparation of breakfast. The rest of them are bound to get up when they hear the crackling of bacon, and the sizzling of sausages. Who can say no to a hot sausage? (35 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 17th, 2004
8:45 pm	A small furry animal is living in Severus's mouth - ew, it's his tongue Severus wakes. Well to say wakes is to make the entire process sound much more positive than it really is. Severus scrabbles his way to consciousness just about sums it up. And he feels moderately awful. Malfoy wine may be better than the average gnat's piss but it's still got a kick like a mule, though he feels sure the lad will argue it was the bottle of firewhiskey - each - they consumed that did the damage. His back hurts - still or again, he's not sure which - and a small furry animal seems to have taken up residence in his mouth. A ginger exploration demonstrates to him that it is in fact his tongue, which seems to have expanded to three times its natural size and to be utterly repellant. Only the knowledge that he's going to look really bloody stupid with his tongue hanging out restrains him from evicting it from his mouth. Coooooffeeeeee. His hand closes round his Cup and he spends a fraught minute wondering whether imbibing the scalding liquid is a good idea. Reassured that if he is capable of thinking long words like Imbibing the chances are that he can cope with coffee, he sucks on the cup like a baby on the nipple (or Albus on the gin bottle, he really doesn't want to be thinking about breasts right now. Even Minerva's breasts.) He ponders whether he ought to shower first - for the benefit of his housemates - or eat breakfast. Breakfast it is then. And fuck porridge, he wants something he can get his teeth into. Although he ought to test the waters, as it were, with a little light toast, before commencing on the orgy of food preparation he has in mind. Starting with a soft boiled egg and soldiers. Just like Wincy (his house elf) used to make when he was a child. (Comment on this)
Friday, July 16th, 2004
3:32 pm	Morning is broken and so is his back Dave was a cruel master. Dave had a nasty temper and a tendency to lash out when disappointed, which was frequently.. Nonetheless he can't remember waking up in so much pain ever before. His back is - not to put too fine a point on it - fucked. Fucked to buggery to be precise. And not for the right reasons. It's the last time he allows himself to be sweet-talked into anything that involves personal discomfort. Or indeed putting himself out in any way. He makes a mental note to insist on clean bedding for all the beds in the boys room, and make Ron and Luna change them, then staggers off into the kitchen for his Coffee. Dear god his back hurts - its the Hot Tub for him and be damned to lifting a finger to do any chores today. (37 Comments |Comment on this)
12:25 am	Boys will be boys even when they're men Severus isn't entirely happy about being on the sofa, as he expects (and hopes) to be out tomorrow. So he can see Minerva, Marry Minerva and Shag Minerva. Not necessarily in that order, though that depends on whether she really does meet him at the gates with a celebrant. Which means lots of planning for the wedding night, which he is choreographing in his head with great attention to detail. And Abaddon is a man Demon of the world. Maybe he's seen a couple of things Severus hasn't. So when they settle down for the night, he'll suggest cracking a bottle of firewhiskey and they'll have a chat...... (22 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 14th, 2004
5:55 pm	Eat, shirk, pine, murder, sleep, eat, shirk, angst, pine, sleep God he's bored. The last time he was this bored.......... no he hasn't been this bored, not even at one of Dave's little pep talks. At least then he could ponder the various ways of eliminating Lucius. The problem is, that he's thought about that for so long that that he's run out of ideas or to put it another way he's exhausted all the options, and ranked them in order of possibility and fun. He can't annoy Draco - well he can but not as much as before. He can't annoy Pansy - well he can but not as much as before. The awful truth is he's pining for Albus - he's never bored when that irritating bastard is around, and he never tires of thinking of ways to kill him. (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 13th, 2004
1:24 pm	The Morning is still broken Severus levers himself out of bed with effort. He didn't sleep well last night - he had been turning over in his mind the options for Draco when he left the BW house. It stopped him thinking about Minerva. It was a worry. It was too much to hope that Lucius wasn't aware that his son and hair wasn't; and it was too much to hope that he would take this news gracefully, shrug his shoulders elegantly and accept matters. Revenge would be first and foremost on his mind. Against Narcissa. Against Severus (and therefore possibly Minerva) Against Draco (and possibly Pansy) He still had a stranglehold on the Ministry, and he was still perfectly capable of wrecking someone's life because he felt like doing it. Lucius would have to be neutralised then. Severus ran through various options for neutralising Malfoy as he showered and dressed, and was still pondering the matter as he took the sharp knives out of the drawer to begin preparing breakfast. His slicing of the tomatoes may well have been a touch vehement. (35 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, July 12th, 2004
4:09 pm	Rise and shine The fresh clean bedding doesn't smell of Minerva anymore, which makes Severus feel all poignant for a moment. He wonders what she's up to and how she's handling Albus; not that he's worried, she's always been sneaky and underhanded and has Albus-handling down to a fine art. She's quite good at Severus-handling as well. Oh well Breakfast. Coffee. And he really feels that he's moped enough - the time has come to pick a fight with someone to sheer himself up. A nice shouting match before dinner, that's the thing. (23 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 10th, 2004
11:05 pm	Morning has broken - where's the glue? Severus wakes alone for the second morning, and still misses Minerva, though the crumbs are uncomfortable. He resorts to the consumption of a Jaffa Cake to cheer himself up, and has a truly kinky thought about what he could do with them when he is re-united with Minerva. Ooooh yesssss. The gurgling of his stomach interrupts his rather feverish imaginings, and he decides it's time to get out of bed. He supposes he really ought to make the most of his chance to get things sorted out with Draco in case either one of them is evicted on Friday. Thoughts of what form this sorting out could take carry him through his shower, his shave and his ... other ablutions. A damp but clean Severus arrives in the kitchen and begins the hunt for food. And, just for a change, he decides to have tea this morning. A nice cup of soothing Earl Grey. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
4:05 pm	Making beds isn't hard, is it? Severus - whilst obviously being truly heartbroken at the absence of Minerva - hadn't been above taking advantage of his moping to get out of the chores. All he has to do is make his bed - that isn't difficult, can it? Straighten the sheets, straighten the duvet, sweep out the crumbs. He sits down a bit suddenly. Crumbs. Crumbs from the biccies that they had after their last time together. His chin is definitely a bit wobbly over the whole business. Sod making the bed; he's getting in it and sulking. (Comment on this)
2:20 pm	Poorly paw Severus wakes all alone, his arms wrapped round a pillow, his nose buried in it to catch the scent of Minerva. It's a little unnerving the way he's become accustomed to being with her so quickly. He's always been on his own and suddenly he's part of a couple, and he can't quite work out what he's going to do with his day now. Because for the last week it has been shag Minerva / squabble with Minerva and then shag Minerva / squabble with the rest of the house and then shag Minerva. There's a large part of his life missing now, and he doesn't just mean the biscuits. And it does mean he has to face Draco without someone to complain to about the injustice of it all (and shag) afterwards, because that little problem hasn't gone away at all. He's not sure he's ready to become a father at this stage of his life, and he has no idea what Draco expects. Still Pansy seems marginally less irritating now she's got her head round the idea that he really was stupid enough to blurt things out given sufficiend annoyance. He levers himself out of bed to find the shower, dress, and find breakfast. (Comment on this)
Friday, July 9th, 2004
5:44 pm	Waking up Severus wakes late, and wrapped round a still-sleeping Minerva, determined not to let her go. Still, at least now she's got the ring, and it will only be a couple of weeks apart at most, and maybe she won't be evicted. After all, who doesn't like Minerva? Surely Pansy, or even Draco, are more irritating and therefore eviction-worthy. If she does go there are things they need to discuss. Severus smiles wistfully. There aren't many people who have to wake their lady-love by whispering sweet nothings in their ear about wards, and poisons, and blackmail and comitting mayhem. For a Gryffindor she's very sneaky. It's almost as if being Slytherin has rubbed off on her in some way. (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 8th, 2004
9:23 am	Wands! Severus is up early, determined to beat everyone to their wands, He's relieved to do so. As he always said to Albus, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that the bastards aren't out to get you. He feels a lot more secure knowing that he has a wand and the annoying little sod and the annoying little sod's bint don't. Perhaps Pansy deserves an upgrade to annoying little sod on her own, though that may lead to confusion. Annoying little sodess? All these constant demands for enlightenment about his motives were beginning to annoy him. He lost his termper. There's nothing more complicated going on than that. He'd been accused in short order of stealing Malfoy women and wanting to compete with Lucius. Minerva was not a Malfoy Woman; she was a Snape woman her own woman, no matter how many times that whelp had run his hands over her. Is it any wonder he'd seen red? And he was certainly fed up with being questioned about Narcissa's decision to stay with her husband. He had no idea why she'd made that choice. Sometimes he thought it was for the money, sometimes he thought it was for Draco, and sometimes he wondered whether in fact Narcissa didn't actully love Lucius in some warped way. And now they had their wands, and they could find out for sure. He could see both himself and Lucius in the boy from time to time. Draco had spent seven years away from his Lucius and Severus had been just as big an influence o nthe lad as he grew up simply because he was there. Whether Lucius or he was Draco's dad didn't matter - nothing could erase the influence of either of them. Eviction day tomorrow as well. He'd better make sure he told Minerva the passwords to his wards, and tell her that Hooch had access to some of the minor potions in the outer room. He didn't want them bumping into each other and Minerva having to explain what she was doing going into the other, secret rooms. Not to mention a pregnant woman had no business being near any one of the nastier potions. Ah well, time for breakfast and Coffee. (31 Comments |Comment on this)