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y'all come back now, y'heah?
I appear to have now become a redneck.
*One* afternoon spent outside in overalls, pigtails, and clodhoppers, eating beef jerky and reading pretentious literary criticism, and the back of my neck gets sunburned. Cruel, cruel world. I *knew* I should have worn my straw hat.
Working on the S/M story. (Hmm. Next challenge should be to write an S/M S&M ficlet.) Yes. Anyway. I swear at some point these will become a coherent narrative. Meanwhile,
The afternoon of the day after Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, when Dumbledore came back--
The afternoon of the day after Harry Potter defeated Voldemort for the third time, when Headmaster Dumbledore came back to Hogwarts, he held a faculty meeting in the staff room to (officially) catch up on what had happened during his absence. Not that he didn't know everything already, of course.
He asked Minerva to wait afterward for a private talk; Severus stayed as well, pretending to eavesdrop over the Potions journal he'd been reading during the meeting. Well, all right, he was eavesdropping, but it was mainly because he didn't want to be loitering in the hallway like some fourth-year Hufflepuff, waiting for his girlfriend to finish talking to the teacher.
Dumbledore was getting her to fill him in on her actions as Deputy Headmistress. "I worked out of my own office, Headmaster, it wouldn't have felt right to use yours."
"Nothing worth watching on the surveillance crystals, then, Minerva?"
Severus dropped his Potions journal with a loud snap. Minerva glanced at the sound, eyes wide, then said, "Surveillance crystals? I didn't know you had that system set up. Can't the portraits tell you?"
"Ah, better safe than sorry, Minerva! Plenty of ways to get around portraits, as I'm sure Severus could tell you. But as you assure me my office was kept locked, I suppose I might as well reset them, unread?"
"Yes, yes, Headmaster," she said quickly. "I imagine that would be best."
"Good enough! I'll head up and do that, then. Oh, and by the way-- if you've been looking for it, the house-elves have the tartan brassiere I found under my desk." He smiled and left.
Minerva collapsed into the chair next to Severus's, and put her head on the desk. "He twinkled at me, Severus," she moaned.
Severus looked at her for a moment, then patted her gingerly on the shoulder. "Better you than me."
*One* afternoon spent outside in overalls, pigtails, and clodhoppers, eating beef jerky and reading pretentious literary criticism, and the back of my neck gets sunburned. Cruel, cruel world. I *knew* I should have worn my straw hat.
Working on the S/M story. (Hmm. Next challenge should be to write an S/M S&M ficlet.) Yes. Anyway. I swear at some point these will become a coherent narrative. Meanwhile,
The afternoon of the day after Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, when Dumbledore came back--
The afternoon of the day after Harry Potter defeated Voldemort for the third time, when Headmaster Dumbledore came back to Hogwarts, he held a faculty meeting in the staff room to (officially) catch up on what had happened during his absence. Not that he didn't know everything already, of course.
He asked Minerva to wait afterward for a private talk; Severus stayed as well, pretending to eavesdrop over the Potions journal he'd been reading during the meeting. Well, all right, he was eavesdropping, but it was mainly because he didn't want to be loitering in the hallway like some fourth-year Hufflepuff, waiting for his girlfriend to finish talking to the teacher.
Dumbledore was getting her to fill him in on her actions as Deputy Headmistress. "I worked out of my own office, Headmaster, it wouldn't have felt right to use yours."
"Nothing worth watching on the surveillance crystals, then, Minerva?"
Severus dropped his Potions journal with a loud snap. Minerva glanced at the sound, eyes wide, then said, "Surveillance crystals? I didn't know you had that system set up. Can't the portraits tell you?"
"Ah, better safe than sorry, Minerva! Plenty of ways to get around portraits, as I'm sure Severus could tell you. But as you assure me my office was kept locked, I suppose I might as well reset them, unread?"
"Yes, yes, Headmaster," she said quickly. "I imagine that would be best."
"Good enough! I'll head up and do that, then. Oh, and by the way-- if you've been looking for it, the house-elves have the tartan brassiere I found under my desk." He smiled and left.
Minerva collapsed into the chair next to Severus's, and put her head on the desk. "He twinkled at me, Severus," she moaned.
Severus looked at her for a moment, then patted her gingerly on the shoulder. "Better you than me."
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Besides, I don't know enough about S&M.
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Still, sounded amusing. ;) Neither do I, for that matter.