Harry Potter drabble.
I really want to put up a new drabble request post, but before I do that, I should probably clear out my overdue ones. If I spam a lot in the next few days, you'll know why.
This one's for corisudono, who requested a fic titled "The Whomping Willow's Day Off." It's... been awhile since I've written Harry Potter, but I hope this is good. ^_^ Enjoy!
The Whomping Willow's Day Off
Assessment of the damage done by Whomping Willow:
--The roof of the Dark Cauldron Pub (located on outskirts of a Muggle community) has been knocked away. It should be easy to replace, though the result will be patchy due to mild destruction of the building’s foundation. Remember to negotiate with Tom about changing the pub’s name, quite possibly to fit the roof’s now leaky status. It’s given the place slightly more character, so a new name should reflect this accordingly.
--The abrupt relocation of Hagrid’s hut. I never did know how far a tree could boot a house before today, albeit a tree with violent tendencies and a house the size of a two year old dragon. I’ll see about getting the hut away from the Forbidden Forest; it won’t do to have Fang yowling all through the night.
--Other trees have been uprooted and tossed about, I suppose as a sort of vengeance for being made fun of. They can be replanted easily, though counseling the Willow and trying to convince it to use its deadly propensities elsewhere might be difficult. Is there a tree therapist in Hogsmeade? I shall have to look into this.
--Somehow the Willow made it to Diagon Alley. This is quite the problem; the owls are completely shaken and must be replaced, as they can no longer perform their duties. The wonderful brick pathways have been split down the middle in a not so endearing fashion. Well. Nothing a little magic can’t fix. I doubt our students will be able to just waltz into it any longer to buy their supplies; I’ll have to see about setting up a password system for students to get in. Can’t have any trees running around and terrorizing major wizard gatherings.
--Gave Severus an unfortunate flash of déjà vu. I shall have to make it up to him, perhaps by buying him more attractive undergarments. He should know after two heinous experiences that grey is a decidedly unflattering color on him.
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Snape finished perusing the list and glared angrily at Dumbledore. “I do not need more attractive knickers.”
“I’d prefer not to argue about this issue. As the headmaster of this institution, I’ll decide whether or not you need a little fuchsia in your wardrobe.”
Snape made a fist. For all of Dumbledore’s brilliance, there was nothing more aggravating than holding a conversation with him. “But next time you’ll listen to me when I tell you that it’s a bad idea to give the Whomping Willow a day off… correct?”
“The tree really did cause trouble.” Dumbledore twirled a quill between his fingers. “But you and I get summers off, do we not? Why shouldn’t Mr. Willow?”
Clearly the headmaster was batty. Snape knew very few people that referred to a plant as a “he.”
Snape took a breath. “Because it has predisposition to destruction, and therefore should be kept in one spot for as long as possible?”
“Nonsense. He is a valued member of the faculty and should be given the same benefits as I give you. You’re dismissed, Severus. Expect a package from me soon. You know what it’ll contain.”
Snape blushed in spite of himself and turned to leave, his robe fanning out behind him.
The same benefits as he gives me? That would entail…
Snape groaned, made his way to the dungeons, and considered concocting a forgetfulness potion.
He would need it, now that he’d imagined the Whomping Willow wearing hot pink knickers.
This one's for corisudono, who requested a fic titled "The Whomping Willow's Day Off." It's... been awhile since I've written Harry Potter, but I hope this is good. ^_^ Enjoy!
The Whomping Willow's Day Off
Assessment of the damage done by Whomping Willow:
--The roof of the Dark Cauldron Pub (located on outskirts of a Muggle community) has been knocked away. It should be easy to replace, though the result will be patchy due to mild destruction of the building’s foundation. Remember to negotiate with Tom about changing the pub’s name, quite possibly to fit the roof’s now leaky status. It’s given the place slightly more character, so a new name should reflect this accordingly.
--The abrupt relocation of Hagrid’s hut. I never did know how far a tree could boot a house before today, albeit a tree with violent tendencies and a house the size of a two year old dragon. I’ll see about getting the hut away from the Forbidden Forest; it won’t do to have Fang yowling all through the night.
--Other trees have been uprooted and tossed about, I suppose as a sort of vengeance for being made fun of. They can be replanted easily, though counseling the Willow and trying to convince it to use its deadly propensities elsewhere might be difficult. Is there a tree therapist in Hogsmeade? I shall have to look into this.
--Somehow the Willow made it to Diagon Alley. This is quite the problem; the owls are completely shaken and must be replaced, as they can no longer perform their duties. The wonderful brick pathways have been split down the middle in a not so endearing fashion. Well. Nothing a little magic can’t fix. I doubt our students will be able to just waltz into it any longer to buy their supplies; I’ll have to see about setting up a password system for students to get in. Can’t have any trees running around and terrorizing major wizard gatherings.
--Gave Severus an unfortunate flash of déjà vu. I shall have to make it up to him, perhaps by buying him more attractive undergarments. He should know after two heinous experiences that grey is a decidedly unflattering color on him.
-
Snape finished perusing the list and glared angrily at Dumbledore. “I do not need more attractive knickers.”
“I’d prefer not to argue about this issue. As the headmaster of this institution, I’ll decide whether or not you need a little fuchsia in your wardrobe.”
Snape made a fist. For all of Dumbledore’s brilliance, there was nothing more aggravating than holding a conversation with him. “But next time you’ll listen to me when I tell you that it’s a bad idea to give the Whomping Willow a day off… correct?”
“The tree really did cause trouble.” Dumbledore twirled a quill between his fingers. “But you and I get summers off, do we not? Why shouldn’t Mr. Willow?”
Clearly the headmaster was batty. Snape knew very few people that referred to a plant as a “he.”
Snape took a breath. “Because it has predisposition to destruction, and therefore should be kept in one spot for as long as possible?”
“Nonsense. He is a valued member of the faculty and should be given the same benefits as I give you. You’re dismissed, Severus. Expect a package from me soon. You know what it’ll contain.”
Snape blushed in spite of himself and turned to leave, his robe fanning out behind him.
The same benefits as he gives me? That would entail…
Snape groaned, made his way to the dungeons, and considered concocting a forgetfulness potion.
He would need it, now that he’d imagined the Whomping Willow wearing hot pink knickers.