"Gamesmanship"demonqueen666April 22 2007, 04:04:51 UTC
Recipient: stanharding Prompt: Snape/Hagrid, board game Word count: 160 Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness Note: Not quite a board game, sorry.
“Oi…Mundungus hid aces up his sleeves agin. D’ye remember how many that is?”
“Two, I believe.”
Hagrid took three swallows from his tankard; Snape took three sips from his own flask.
The half-giant kept one eye out the door on the card game. Snape didn’t know why he was doing this, considering the last time…
Fletcher accused Moody of using his eye to cheat (two drinks), Tonks meta-morphed into a mockery of the other players (three), and Black held up the game by sharing an adventure from his youth (two, plus one more because Lupin interrupted).
Everything was getting fuzzy. Snape thought he should quit while he was ahead.
“Now Kreacher’s come to mutter at them.” Hagrid laughed, smacking him on the back. “Four!”
His ruddy face was more tolerable by the minute, his musky odor going from off-putting to arousing. Snape downed his drink.
Dammit, not again; he wasn’t going to be able to sit properly for
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Re: "Gamesmanship"lilacsigilApril 22 2007, 08:39:34 UTC
Excellent stuff! The drinking game of Mock Your Friends (or in Snape's case, Enemies), is fabulous, and the ending oddly plausible (in a what happens in the staffroom stays in the staffroom kind of way.)
Prompt: Snape/Hagrid, board game
Word count: 160
Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness
Note: Not quite a board game, sorry.
“Oi…Mundungus hid aces up his sleeves agin. D’ye remember how many that is?”
“Two, I believe.”
Hagrid took three swallows from his tankard; Snape took three sips from his own flask.
The half-giant kept one eye out the door on the card game. Snape didn’t know why he was doing this, considering the last time…
Fletcher accused Moody of using his eye to cheat (two drinks), Tonks meta-morphed into a mockery of the other players (three), and Black held up the game by sharing an adventure from his youth (two, plus one more because Lupin interrupted).
Everything was getting fuzzy. Snape thought he should quit while he was ahead.
“Now Kreacher’s come to mutter at them.” Hagrid laughed, smacking him on the back. “Four!”
His ruddy face was more tolerable by the minute, his musky odor going from off-putting to arousing. Snape downed his drink.
Dammit, not again; he wasn’t going to be able to sit properly for ( ... )
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Poor Snape--he won't be able to walk properly, either!
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