potions_master @ 2002-09-10 00:19:00

Current mood:aggravated
Current music:saint-saens: sonata no. 1 in d minor for violin and piano, op. 75

I knew it was going to happen. I didn't expect it to happen quite so...quietly, I suppose. I don't know if I expected a bigger production, but I felt oddly disappointed. No buildings exploding, no unexplained forest fires, no suspicious outbreaks of food poisoning. Just a simple letter sent by owl.

"Please join your former brothers-in-arms at the Slaughtered Goose in approximately two hours."

And then the letter burnt to a crisp. First of all, there was not even a by-your-leave. Then there was the fact that a rather morbid name like "The Slaughtered Goose" is a very common name for a dodgy establishment. I had to do research on the wiznet to find all the listings for "The Slaughtered Goose" just to find out where to go. Finally, there was the laughable "Please join." As if I had a choice. What can you possibly say to such a summons?

Me: My Lord, unfortunately I have a slew of illiterate first years whose pathetic essays that I must rip apart, do you mind terribly if I take a rain check?
TDL (the Dark Lord): Crucio!
Me: *is crucio'd*

I think not.

So, I got leave from Albus and headed out to the gates in order to apparate.I tried several places that were on my list before ending up in the outskirts of Aberdeen. It just figures that it would be that bloody close and the last place on my list. After a couple of really tense hours of "catching up" and also the obligatory donations to the DE cause (there's fifty galleons that I'll never see again), I got my very first assignment in over a decade. My first task? Apparently I, along with Lucius, Goyle Sr. and MacNair, were assigned to "stake out" the Leaky Cauldron for "suspicious activities."

In case nobody's noticed, there is nothing BUT "suspicious activity" at a pub. Everyone is either looking shifty-eyed, looking cagey, or else just looking plain drunk. Now let me tell you, the four of us are not good friends with Boredom. MacNair suggested Avada Kedavra shots, Lucius wanted Buttery Wands, and Goyle wanted Screaming Fizbees. They scoffed at my absinthe martinis, so I had to indulge in their choices of alcoholic beverages. Toward the end of the night, I was very close to having a walking hangover as well as being out twenty galleons because I kept ending up with the Old Crone. I'm starting to think that I need not gamble.

I made it back to the school, and peeked in to check on Black. He wasn't taking his potions like he was supposed to. To say that he was peevish would be an understatement. What he needs is a good thrashing, if not from an enraged bit of vegetation, but from a flesh and bone wizard. Like myself. He's really too bratty to be borne. He sulks too. If I didn't know better, I would say that he's trying to pull one over on me. Nevertheless, I made him drink his healing potions even though he was being a bit whiny.

Merlin knows why I put up with his attitude because I certainly don't. Whelp.

Comments:

jadedsirius @ 2002-09-10 08:43 am UTC

I'm not certain, but I believe you just threatened me, Snape. I seriously doubt that you could possibly give me "a good thrashing."

And I do not sulk. Or whine.

~Sirius

potions_master @ 2002-09-10 12:02 pm UTC

You do whine. And you definitely sulk.

-SS

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lupercus @ 2002-09-10 03:23 pm UTC


He's got you there, Sirius.

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