| potions_master @ 2002-07-22 03:12:00 |
| Current mood: | uncomfortably hot |
| Current music: | maurice ravel - rapsodie espagnole: ii. malaguena |
little bishop of horrors
Well, today was a bit eventful. Since Albus sentenced me to a couple of games of chess, I at least had to insist on making Sir Martyr suffer the inconvenience of walking all two flights of stairs to my quarters. If I'm going to have a bad time, then may as well be comfortable.
While I believe in being comfortable, there is a certain observation of decorum that should be respected. Well, at the appointed execution hour of one in the afternoon, Muttley arrives at my door positively slinking. What is it with some people that having proper posture is such a burden? Added to the fact that he was barely dressed for civilized company, well, it would not do to dwell on Mr. Lothario's choice of wardrobe. However, last time I checked, not even fifth year female students wear clothes that…revealing.
I have to reluctantly admit that Mr. Voluptuary is a rather proficient chess player. It was a matter of trying to best him. However, it was first the best two out of three, then it was three out of five, then four out of seven. On top of this infuriating chess impasse, he had the gall to take my choice of music to task! Mind you, he wasn't complaining about my finer choices of life as he was knocking back goblet after goblet of my finest port as if it were whiskey!
Perhaps today was not the most ideal day to begin this "teambuilding" exercise. I cannot help but feel as if there could have been another way of avoiding losing a potentially productive Slytherin student. Perhaps Miss Parkinson was a bit…melodramatic, but she was certainly unique. If I see another smirk from anyone from another house about this issue, I'm certainly going to reinstate the "you will test your potion on yourself" policy once again.
And then Black wasn't exactly joyous today either. With his mooning over Lupin (no pun intended, mind you), it was amazing we even managed to tie our chess games at all. For the purpose of passing the death sentence in relative peace, I agreed to let Black bring his own choice of musical accompaniment. While I am partial to music genres such as punk and perhaps even some new wave, I will have to say that for the purpose of engaging in a battle of chess, musical acts such as Judas Priest and Metallica are not exactly conducive to a good game.
Dinner time rolls around before we knew it, and sure enough we had to stop our fifteenth match (we were tied seven games each), and Black had the nerve to ask about my personal conquests whilst being a student within Hogwarts hallowed halls. The nerve of the cur! Then he accused me of not having experience at all! Of course, I had to disavow him of that misconception. I had hoped that throwing that same question back at him would at least make the man blink, but I was proven wrong. Not only did he give me a detailed list of his "conquests," but the infuriating dolt had the nerve to give the dates and number of times the acts were performed! The sheer gall!
Lucius would never be so gauche.
So, once again, we adjourn to the chessboard once again. Where we tied. Again. By the end of the twenty-fourth game, we both had to call an impasse. And not a moment too soon. We had gone through three bottles of port and I had smoked two packs of cigarettes. The atmosphere was just too stuffy. Next time, I'll know not to keep the fireplace burning all day. Now I'll have to take a cold shower. It's entirely too uncomfortable.
It's amazing how quickly time passes whilst playing chess…even if it is spent in the company of an infuriating man such as Sirius Black.
Comments:
| sinistra @ 2002-07-22 05:06 am UTC |
You should have realised that one who has spent as much time in Azkaban as Black could only muster a stalemate in chess, Severus. I am, however, surprised in you. I was rather certain that you'd mastered the four-move checkmate by now. I've certainly seen you use it often enough. Were you holding back, Sevvie?
| potions_master @ 2002-07-22 06:45 am UTC |
Trust you to twist the knife, Sylvia. How was I supposed to bloody know that the twit spent twelve years concentrating on chess strategies in order to keep his sanity?
Don't call me Sevvie.
| sinistra @ 2002-07-22 07:00 am UTC Re: |
Well, you do know that tall, loomy figures in hooded robes are whizzes at chess. I trust you're familiar with the archetype of Death. One only needs to let their imagination wander to imagine the same skills for a Dementor.
Cheer up, Severus. Come have a cigarette with Xiomara and me. We've news on the Sprout front.