HP: You Could be Dancin'
Title: You Could be Dancin'
Series: Alphabet Series companion
Author: Vashti
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s): Severus Snape, OC
Rating: G
Summary: The Heads of Houses lost a bet, so now Snape has to suffer.
Length: 406 words
Prompt: Snape - tap dancing lessons
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Dedication: for lieueitak.
Notes: this was written in response to one of lieueitak's prompt for “You Should Write” meme. I'm not accepting other prompts from this meme, but if you'd like to suggest something check out my other open challenges.
Notes2: The story is AU and takes place in the same world that the Alphabet Series and “Five Things Ravenclaws Are Not.” As is often true, this has not been beta'd. Feel free to spot-beta any mistakes/errors that you notice (keeping in mind that this is an AU).
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You Could be Dancin'
by Vashti
Resting against a back wall in his own lab Snape looked heavenward, even though a mere view of the heavens was at least a hundred feet away through several levels of thick stone masonry. The tables and cauldrons had been cleared away while the bookshelves had acquired new shutters. The floor gleamed.
“Why me?”
“Because the Heads of Houses lost a bet with the general faculty? And now you and the other Heads must open this year’s Yule with a coordinated dance effort?”
Snape gave the student, a Ravenclaw...his Ravenclaw now, a withering look. It didn’t have the desired effect. Which was unfortunate. It had always worked on his Slytherins.
“Does that mean you’re ready, sir?”
Sneering, he turned on the Fifth Year. “It means nothing of the sort.”
She nodded serenely. “Understandable. Tap really is more strenuous than people might imagine.”
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. “At least it’s not her Merlin-cursed sister,” he muttered to himself.
“Indeed. Prin has absolutely no coordination. I daresay you’d be trying to dance on broken toes.”
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher shot her a look.
“It’s amazing she can sit a broom actually,” the girl continued. She was studying the workings on a covered goblet of pumpkin juice. “Let alone play Quidditch.”
Snape sputtered.
The girl looked up from her goblet. She was just as tall as her sister though darker haired and, thank Merlin’s walking stick, less...bubbly. “Did your pumpkin juice go down the wrong way, sir?” She was, however, equally irrepressible. Like all of his new House.
Indignant, Snape pushed himself from the wall. The taps on his shoes echoed and sparked with his every step. They’d have produced streams of flowers or bubbles or butterflies if he’d been in a better mood. The girl’s eyebrows rose. She took a quick sip of her pumpkin juice, covered and set down the goblet then quickly joined him.
She was lucky his feet didn’t echo with thunder.
It took them a moment to determine where they had left off, then side by side they began the rather simple routine that had been chosen for the four Heads of Houses (and their partners) to perform as the opener to the Yule Ball. They were turning together, each holding the other’s hands, when the girl said in an offhand manner, “The sparks are very nice, Professor. Perhaps you should do that again at Yule.”
[in]Fin[ite]
Series: Alphabet Series companion
Author: Vashti
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s): Severus Snape, OC
Rating: G
Summary: The Heads of Houses lost a bet, so now Snape has to suffer.
Length: 406 words
Prompt: Snape - tap dancing lessons
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Dedication: for lieueitak.
Notes: this was written in response to one of lieueitak's prompt for “You Should Write” meme. I'm not accepting other prompts from this meme, but if you'd like to suggest something check out my other open challenges.
Notes2: The story is AU and takes place in the same world that the Alphabet Series and “Five Things Ravenclaws Are Not.” As is often true, this has not been beta'd. Feel free to spot-beta any mistakes/errors that you notice (keeping in mind that this is an AU).
§§§
You Could be Dancin'
by Vashti
Resting against a back wall in his own lab Snape looked heavenward, even though a mere view of the heavens was at least a hundred feet away through several levels of thick stone masonry. The tables and cauldrons had been cleared away while the bookshelves had acquired new shutters. The floor gleamed.
“Why me?”
“Because the Heads of Houses lost a bet with the general faculty? And now you and the other Heads must open this year’s Yule with a coordinated dance effort?”
Snape gave the student, a Ravenclaw...his Ravenclaw now, a withering look. It didn’t have the desired effect. Which was unfortunate. It had always worked on his Slytherins.
“Does that mean you’re ready, sir?”
Sneering, he turned on the Fifth Year. “It means nothing of the sort.”
She nodded serenely. “Understandable. Tap really is more strenuous than people might imagine.”
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. “At least it’s not her Merlin-cursed sister,” he muttered to himself.
“Indeed. Prin has absolutely no coordination. I daresay you’d be trying to dance on broken toes.”
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher shot her a look.
“It’s amazing she can sit a broom actually,” the girl continued. She was studying the workings on a covered goblet of pumpkin juice. “Let alone play Quidditch.”
Snape sputtered.
The girl looked up from her goblet. She was just as tall as her sister though darker haired and, thank Merlin’s walking stick, less...bubbly. “Did your pumpkin juice go down the wrong way, sir?” She was, however, equally irrepressible. Like all of his new House.
Indignant, Snape pushed himself from the wall. The taps on his shoes echoed and sparked with his every step. They’d have produced streams of flowers or bubbles or butterflies if he’d been in a better mood. The girl’s eyebrows rose. She took a quick sip of her pumpkin juice, covered and set down the goblet then quickly joined him.
She was lucky his feet didn’t echo with thunder.
It took them a moment to determine where they had left off, then side by side they began the rather simple routine that had been chosen for the four Heads of Houses (and their partners) to perform as the opener to the Yule Ball. They were turning together, each holding the other’s hands, when the girl said in an offhand manner, “The sparks are very nice, Professor. Perhaps you should do that again at Yule.”
[in]Fin[ite]