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January 6th, 2007
10:34 am - 12 Days of Christmas Challenge: 12 part 2
Title: Pacify
Author:Lord Localfreak
Fandom:Harry Potter
Ship:HP/SS
Summary: Established-Relationship: Harry is never in a good mood after a ministry function. Severus copes.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Anything recognisable in this fic is therefore not mine. No money being made here. I'm a poor student so suing me would be pointless.
Severus barely looked up from his book as the floo activated and his lover was belched out from the fireplace in all his angry sooty glory.
A loud exhalation was followed by the first explosion. “Hmph. We really need this bloody cleaning. If Hermione wasn’t such a twit about it we could get a bloody house-elf. That No-Dust spell you got from Chigley’s Charms might be all well and good but it doesn’t do the rest of the work. And anyway,” he added petulantly, “it doesn’t dust along the skirting board.”
Severus continued pretending to read, and politely omitted pointing out that the last sentence his lover had uttered sounded like he was channelling his Aunt Petunia, a woman Severus only knew through retellings of various childhood incidents and had no desire to ever meet, let alone live with.
Harry continued from the bathroom as he changed from his fanciest (and now dirtiest) robes into his pyjamas.
“Ugh. Look at the soot on these, they were my best pair. We’d better hope I can find somewhere that’ll clean ‘em properly or else we’ll be stuck being dragged about by Hermione and Ginny on another bloody clothes shop; as if that one a few months ago wasn’t enough for a life time!”
Severus quietly hoped to himself that the use of the collective pronoun ‘we’ was unintentional and a slip of the tongue.
Harry returned to the living room, scrubbed and dressed in his pyjamas and flopped noisily into the chair opposite. He glared accusingly at Severus, “You’re not even bloody listening are you? You’re so busy with your fucking books you don’t even-“
Severus raised an eyebrow, “I heard. The chimney needs cleaning; you got soot on your best robes. You had a terrible evening and have decided that, after a night of being forced to be smarmily charming to your elders- most of whom are of aristocratic class and treat you like some form of half-tamed savage, though I am not altogether surprised by that, you have decided to come home to the man who warms your bed, makes your hangover potions and has waited up for you with a cup of hot tea ready and take all your frustrated anger out on him. Bravo, Mr. Potter, a brilliant decision.”
Harry put his head in his hands and huffed before looking up sheepishly, “You made tea?”
Severus gestured to the cups sitting on the table.
“Oh,” Harry picked up the cup. Sipped…and again. He looked up sheepishly as he sank back against the cushions. “Sorry.”
Severus nodded his acceptance and returned to his book. With any luck by the time he had finished his chapter Harry would have wound down enough to go to bed…if not to sleep.
Author's note: I kind of like this one. I tried to focus on making the dialogue as realistic as I could but I do worry Snape might seem a little OOC. I hope he isn't, I was aiming for dignified silent snark.
Read the first part of today's challenge response here
So that's it! That's all I have! I'm kind of sad to see this challenge go as it really has made me write more postable shite than I've written for a very long time. On the other hand I'm also slightly relieved because I now have just under a week in which to write two essays. Meep! I'm lying actually. I wrote the first draft of one essay yesterday (Will discuss later as it was quite funny).
Today I had really weird and interesting dreams including: I wake up to my alarm (which I will point out is at Uni but in my dream it was back here at home) and it won't turn off. I jiggle the on-off-radio switch and sod all happens. Mum comes in wondering why the hell my alarm is going off and disturbing her. I explain it's broken. We unplug.
I follow mum down the stairs. She heads to the kitchen. In the yard (which you can see from the kitchen) there is A LION who looks slightly like Scar off the Lion King except that he's REAL and IN MY YARD. I yelp. Mum looks at me like I'm mental "What? Oh, that. Don't worry about it" Lion bares teeth at me and roars. I worry.
Later: we are in our living room. It is Christmas. We are trying to get ready. I've just arrived back to find various relations arriving and nothing is ready. Mum has been in work. Prawn has been alone in the house all day and done nothing. Ignoring the fact his mother is in the room I lose my rag (I've never actually done this with anyone face to face) and completely bollocks him until the family have to forcibly restrain me from killing him.
We are in Nanny's parlour getting the dinner table (which appears to have elongated) ready. I ask repeatedly why there are so many places scruffily set out only to be snapped at with "Well we've got that many bloody people." Oh.
There are two long strings attatched to the table running across it. On the strings food is attatched (mostly sweets) I am trying to attatch some of those necklace-sweets to one end but the weight of the sweets on the end is pulling the string off the table. Auntie Maura is standing behind me.
We are eating dinner. Auntie Maura announces she is not speaking to me. I feel guilty and sniffly for shouting at Prawn. (Even though he completely deserved it).-End of dream-
I got up and started my work on my second essay. It's Cambell (which is groovy) but at the same time I just don't feel arsed about having to write it. I'm worrying about this one because it's Sociology and I know from past experience they prefer things written a little differently than media. Why did I take a sociology module when I got a B at A-Level and As in everything else? I wonder about my brain sometimes.
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| Date: | January 6th, 2007 - 04:35 am |
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(iamisaac)
Yay! I think Snape had enough snark when he spoke, definitely :)
But I think I'm emotionally scarred for life by Harry channelling his Aunt Petunia.
*grins* Yay!
erm...about Snape...not about the emotional scarring...hehe...but don't we all channel our family members when we're distracted? I know I do!
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| Date: | January 7th, 2007 - 10:11 am |
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(versipellis)
Both of them were very IC, I think that's just how Snape would act with a significant other. Kind, but snarky all the same :D
*grins* Yaaay! Thank you :D |
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