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So Trueee!
So trueee!
Like- there are so many characters who have done so much worse in the series!
Haters be like âSnape was just as bad, worse even than James, because he bullied students.â
Honestly, Snapeâs behaviour gets blown so out of proportion. Because other than verbal barbs and once threatening a toad, Snape didnât really do anything. He didnât put students in deliberate danger, didnât hex students, didnât assault anyone. Snape gives students detention and they have to clean. McGonagall gives students detention and they wind up in the Forbidden Forest!
One time, he threw a jar at Harry after Harry *checks notes* oh yeah, looked into Snapeâs memories without permission and witnessed his worst memory of being assaulted.
So no, I donât want to hear the âhe bullied studentsâ argument. When in context, he was no worse than any other teacher and far worse had been done to him.
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Chaos Club
Barty: Where is my bloody fucking wand?
Lucius: Crouch, *Lucius waves his hands in the direction of Narcissa whom is on the couch of the common room* Cissa is around, can you say it a little nicer?
Barty: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my BLOODY FUCKING WAND?!
Y/N: lol *totally didnât hide the wand*
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Day Three, Haunt
Drabble - Fluff
Warnings: none
Prompt list: @superfallingstars

âItâs not that important⊠We can cancel.â
A collective gasp rang throughout the staff room.
âYou canât possibly be serious!â Minerva spoke sharply, looking at Severus with a glare she only reserved for studentsâŠand Severus annoyingly enough.
Severus loathed staff meeting days. Not only did everyone have far too many questions for their own good, Dumbledore seemed to almost relish his discomfort and prolong the meetings simply to watch him suffer.
"I for once agree with Minerva,â Aurora Sinistra declared. âYou canât possibly be suggesting we cancel the Halloween Ball because of it?â
âIndeed I am.â Severus stated, taking a sip of tea before continuing. âI highly recommend cancelling the ball, Headmaster. To host a ball a day after the Chamber of Secrets has been opened will only cause the Ministry to believe you unstable in your position.â
Dumbledore chuckled, a knowing glint in his eye. That ticked off Severus even more.
âNow, now Severus. Letâs not be too hasty. The children love the Halloween Ball.â Dumbledore spoke, a smile on his face.
Severus rolled his eyes.
âNow, next order of business,âDumbledore stated in a jolly manner, popping a lemon candy in his mouth, âwho would like to set up the haunted house with Severus?â
âI volunteer.â
Severus whipped his head to the left to see who would volunteer to do such a thing with him out of all the staff members.
Of course, it was Professor ____. Severus found he didnât exactly mind her helping him, which was unusual.
The staff meeting slowly dispersed, a few professors staying behind to sort out some last minute things as Professor ____ walked up to him.
âYou ready to get your haunt on, Severus?â
She exclaimed excitedly, smiling up at him with joy as she put a hand on her hip.
âNo.â He replied, already annoyed Dumbledore assigned him to do something he didnât ask for.
âPerfect!â _____ replied, her chipper attitude unbothered by his moody and bothered expression.
Severus couldnât control his mouth as his lips curved upwards.
Chaos Club
Barty, teaching Bellatrix to drive: Okay, you're driving and Narcissa and Regulus walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?
Bellatrix: Oh, definitely Regulus. I could never hurt Cissy.
Barty, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the bloody brakes.
This is a masterpiece

âUh, Professor, er, sir,â Harry stumbled over the seldom-used honorifics in his bafflement. âUh, on your mouthâŠ?â
âLipstick, Potter,â Snape sneered, the expression all the more pronounced with the cosmetic assistance.
âOh, uh, itâs, um, itâs black?â Harry hadnât known lipstick came in anything other than his auntâs subdued pinks or the vivid shades of red that Petunia considered sinful and salacious (and intolerably reminiscent of Lily to ever be permitted back into the precariously normal life of Number Four, Privet Drive).
âVery good, Potter,â Snape said sarcastically. âTwelve years old and youâve learned your colors.â
That was pure nastiness and entirely unfair.
âIâm fifteen!â Harry protested, which earned him a merely sardonic eyebrow. âAlmost fifteen,â he amended. âIâll be fifteen on Monday.â
Harry longed to surpass Snape in sheer churlishness and considered pointing out that muggle men generally didnât wear skirts. Certainly not in Little Whinging.  Definitely not when Dudley and his gang were roaming the streets.
Heâd seen plenty of oblivious wizards sporting spiffy new dresses as their muggle disguises at the Quidditch World Cup the previous summer (a lifetime ago, before Cedric was murdered and he hadnât been able to stop it from happening). But there was something peculiarly well-tailored and suspiciously well-worn about the Potions Masterâs garb that suggested less âdisguiseâ and more âdaily wearâ. He found that his brain was oddly unwilling to acknowledge the existence of Snapeâs psychedelic cardigan. His mind kept trying desperately to wallpaper something sensible over the bizarre image his eyes insisted on perceiving.
ââŠnice skirt,â he mumbled.
âThanks,â Snape drawled the false gratitude out with a smirk. âIt has pockets. Dipshit and Dumbass there were too excited to get on the road this morning and didnât give me any time to do laundry.â
âAm I âDipshitâ or am I âDumbassâ?â Sirius whispered loudly, grin gone well past manic.
âI believe Severus called me a âdipshitâ among other things for forgetting to take my Wolfsbane last year,â Remus replied thoughtfully, âSo, Sirius, that probably makes you the dumbass.â
âIâm more of a hot piece of ass, but okay,â Sirius said with a wink. âHi, Harry!â
âHi, Sirius,â Harry said weakly, glad for the excuse to sidle past Snape. âUh, what are you doing here?â The Daily Prophet hadnât said anything about Sirius being pardoned and news like that, while less of an urgent headline than Voldemortâs return, wouldnât lurk about in the society pages or behind an advice column.
âDumbledore told me to lie low at Lupinâs place,â Sirius beamed with an innocence so intense it could only be artificial.
âAnd, er, well, what with one thing and another, it really hadnât seemed like a good time really to mention that Iâd been, ah, evicted,â Lupin added, ââŠagain.â
âRenting really seems like such a bother,â Sirius opined. âSo I bought a house for Remus here.â
âOh,â said Harry, who had witnessed Aunt Petunia compulsively twitching the curtains as she tried to discover how Mrs. Number Seven had eluded neighborly surveillance and, somehow, managed to sell her house to a person or persons unknown to the remaining residents of Privet Drive. âIsnât that supposed to take a long time?â
âBuilding a home takes a lifetime,â Sirius said sagely. âBuying a house just takes money.â
Snapeâs scornful snort brought Harryâs attention back to the least welcome visitor to Little Whinging.
âSo, uh, why did you bring,â Harry gestured vaguely, unsure if the word âhimâ could accurately encompass the snidest professor present, âSnape?â Heâd rather noticed that Snape hadnât lifted a finger to help Sirius and Lupin move any of the large boxes from the lorry into Number Seven.
âSeverus knows how to drive,â Lupin explained gently. Siriusâ mouth opened, prepared to protest.
âSeverus,â Lupin repeated, louder this time, âHas a valid muggle license to drive.â Siriusâ subsided.
âAnd I know how to hot-wire cars and lorries,â Severus added smoothly. âAnd,â Lupin echoed wearily, â Severus knows how to âhot-wireâ muggle vehicles.â
âIâm learning to do that,â Sirius said helpfully, âIâm going to figure it out too. Iâve nearly got it.â
âTalk is cheap, Black,â Snape scoffed starting to stroll in the last direction Harry wanted him to go, âIâll believe you when I see some tangible results.â
âWait! Stop!â Harry wondered if heâd get in trouble for tackling a professor outside of Hogwarts. It would be worth it, to try to alter Snapeâs trajectory towards the front door of Number Four. âStop, stop, stop!â
For all Harryâs desperate scrambling, Snape maintained his lead.
âPlease stop!â Harry begged as the professor hitched up his skirt slightly, âUse the bell! You donât have to kick the door in!â Aunt Petunia was probably at the door, surely sheâd spied them across the street at Number Seven.
Snape kicked the door, already unlatched in Petuniaâs nosy anticipation, open.
Aunt Petunia let out a shrill little scream.
âHello, Piss-Tuna,â said Severus Snape, far more gleeful than heâd been even when Harry and Ron were facing the threat of expulsion after flying a car into the Whomping Willow. âYou look as awful as ever.â
Piss-Tuna, Harry thought as his world tilted on its axis, Snape, Professor Snape, just called my aunt Piss-Tuna. Â This canât be happening.
âYouâ!â Her face was white, her eyes were wide, and Petunia Dursley, nĂ©e Evans, practically growled in her outrage.
Harry found himself thinking that Brazil might be a very nice place to live. It was far away from Privet Drive, for a start. He wondered what it would take to get there.
âArenât you going to invite me in, Tuney?â Snapeâs foot had blocked the door from closing. âIâm more than happy to have this confrontation on your front step if youâd prefer.â
âWe, ah, brought some biscuits,â Lupin added. âStore bought. Assorted. With chocolate. Er, Iâm, ah, weâre the new neighbors. So nice to meet you again.â
Petunia goggled at the lot of them.
She also stumbled back, which Snape seemed to take as an unspoken invitation. Harry found himself dragged along in the professorâs wake, with only Siriusâ hand on his shoulder to steady him in the swift tide of strangeness.
âI canât believe your taste in interior decoration deteriorated into this level of disgusting kitsch and doilies, Tuna,â said the man who decorated with floating dead things in jars. Severus surveyed the photos on the wall, on the mantle, on the little side table. So many perfectly posed pictures of a happy family of three- mother, father, son- and a lock on the cupboard under the stairs. Narcissa had been absolutely right.
âIs that my jumper?â Harry jumped. Petuniaâs voice was high and thin and quite peculiar.
âYouâve really done a terrible job of raising Potter,â said Snape, and Harry bristled. Of course Snape wanted to criticize him, Harry had been expecting the criticism, but he loathed the thought of his two biggest critics were now sharing notes and combining forces.
âNot only is he, like the majority of students, a careless menace in the laboratory, but I have also wasted entirely too much of my already limited time deciphering his atrocious penmanship to correct insipid essay after insipid essay only to see the same flawed reasonings repeated week after week.â It was news to Harry that he was supposed to read the sea of spidery red notes Snape deposited on every essay. It seemed rather unfair, given that Snape could fit five lines of text for every one line Harry wrote. The single âPâ, or the occasional and welcome âAâ, was more than sufficient in Harryâs view.
âThatâs my jumper.â There was a touch of hysteria in Petuniaâs tone now.
âHe will be taking his O.W.L.s this year, his O-levels if you prefer,â Snape continued, demonstrating more confidence in Harryâs continued survival than Harry typically expected to hear from the Potions Master. âUnfortunately, his current record of scholastic mediocrity, his stubborn refusal to revise, and a peculiar incuriosity about magical theory does not bode well for his continued academic career.â
âYou little bastard! Thatâs my goddamn jumper!â Petuniaâs shriek derailed Snapeâs momentum. The unexpected profanity from his aunt made Harryâs brain stutter to a halt.
âTuna,â Snape frowned, âWeâre not here to discuss my sartorial decisions and I will never take wardrobe critique from you. Â I only deigned to enter this suburban hellscape to discuss your horrendous failure to raise and parent Mr. Potter.â
âBiscuit, Harry?â Sirius offered, retrieving the tin from Remus.
âYou stole my jumper!â Shockingly, Petuniaâs epiphany failed to shatter glass. Yet.
âDidnât,â sniffed Snape.
âI thought it was Lily who stole my jumper!â
âShe did. I just hid it for her.âÂ
âI bought that jumper myself! Iâd saved up!â
âYes, I know.â
âIt was for an interview!â
âWe wanted to spare you the humiliation of being seen in public wearing such a hideous thing. You even got that position, even if you didnât keep it for very long.â
The biscuit was rather good, even without tea, and it was beginning to dawn on Harry that Snape and Aunt Petunia were more inclined to tear into one another than join forces against him. He felt oddly inclined to cheer for Professor Snape, despite the ranting about Harryâs scholastic shortcomings. Perhaps it was because Harry knew so little about his mother that every glimpse was a pearl he treasured.
âI want my jumper!â Did she learn that tone from her little Diddykins or had Dudley inherited that petulant demanding pitch from Petunia?
âAnd I want you to understand how your failure to nourish any academic inclinations Mr. Potter may have shown before the age of eleven may have rather dire consequences for futures beyond his own, but I fear we canât all get what we want.â Remus handed Harry another biscuit before he could think to protest.
âGive me back my jumper!â
âFine!â Snape finally snapped, fingers tearing at the buttons in wrathful haste. âFine, here!â
Petunia caught the cardigan with her face and a squeak.
Severus Snape looked like a stranger again, in the ratty, oversized band shirt, hair disheveled from the jumperâs passage. Harry hadnât seen the Dark Mark his professor had shoved under Minister Fudgeâs nose in the Hospital Wing those few weeks ago, and he found himself oddly glad that the mark was concealed under a peculiar leather bracelet with metal studding. A wand holster, perhaps.
âAre you prepared to face your shortcomings now, Tuney?â That dangerously silky tone was entirely familiar, and Harry took another biscuit before he was told to go serve detention during summer vacation.
âIt smells like Cokeworth,â Petuniaâs complaint was bitter, for she dreaded the day her neighbors discovered the lingering taint of the Cokeworth streets sullying their Surrey security.
âHey,â said Sirius, who had gone oddly still.
âI wasnât going to take it to Hogwarts, was I?â Snape said. âItâs acrylic, you know that sort of stuff doesnât hold up around magic.â
âHey,â said Sirius. âHey.â His face was a rictus of delight, as pleased as Petunia had been put out. âSnape. Isnât that, isnât that my shirt youâve got on?â
âOh, oh,â snarled Severus. âNot you too!â