Snape is disappoint, son?
Who: Martha and Snape.
Where: Snape's room.
When: Early this morning.
What: Martha has pink hair and a hangover. And is wearing a hat. Expect "...really" reactions?
Martha Jones really hadn't intended on getting that drunk. She'd started with the butterbeer, which everyone drank when they were kids and were fine. The mistake she found, was mixing it with firewhiskey. The combination of the sweet and the fire had woken her up with a pounding headache that made her groan and wince. Normally on the very few occasions that she woke up feeling this poorly after drinking, Severus would wordlessly hand her a potion that would make her feel better.
He wasn't here and Martha was still wearing the clothing she wore yesterday. Well, that explained one of the reasons she had slept so badly. Grimacing, she'd gone to the mirror and remembered somehow ending up with vivid neon pink streaks in her hair. Oh. Bugger. Without bothering to change (Martha had amassed a small collection of clothing in Severus's room), she reached into her closet and pulled out the nearest hat.
Martha Jones only wore hats when it was cold, so they were all of the winter variety. This one was purple and she shoveled as much of her hair into it as she could before she added sunglasses and felt every bit a walking cliche as she made her way to the seventh floor. The smell of it made her wince a bit, and for a moment Martha thought she might throw up before she made it to Severus's door and knocked ever so gingerly. Loud noises; loud noises they bloody hurt.
Where: Snape's room.
When: Early this morning.
What: Martha has pink hair and a hangover. And is wearing a hat. Expect "...really" reactions?
Martha Jones really hadn't intended on getting that drunk. She'd started with the butterbeer, which everyone drank when they were kids and were fine. The mistake she found, was mixing it with firewhiskey. The combination of the sweet and the fire had woken her up with a pounding headache that made her groan and wince. Normally on the very few occasions that she woke up feeling this poorly after drinking, Severus would wordlessly hand her a potion that would make her feel better.
He wasn't here and Martha was still wearing the clothing she wore yesterday. Well, that explained one of the reasons she had slept so badly. Grimacing, she'd gone to the mirror and remembered somehow ending up with vivid neon pink streaks in her hair. Oh. Bugger. Without bothering to change (Martha had amassed a small collection of clothing in Severus's room), she reached into her closet and pulled out the nearest hat.
Martha Jones only wore hats when it was cold, so they were all of the winter variety. This one was purple and she shoveled as much of her hair into it as she could before she added sunglasses and felt every bit a walking cliche as she made her way to the seventh floor. The smell of it made her wince a bit, and for a moment Martha thought she might throw up before she made it to Severus's door and knocked ever so gingerly. Loud noises; loud noises they bloody hurt.