Scattered Logic Quiz
Welcome fangirls to the newest addition of our Prolific Author Series! Today we honor scatteredlogic. Our very dear SL owns her very own archive, Digital Quill, founded the wildly popular fangirl_tour, moderates for the sshg_exchange, betas for many, and is an all around wonderful author and friend. All hail SL!
Congratulations to laiksmarei for winning the student teacher naughtiness quiz and choosing this one as her prize.
The first fangirl who posts a perfect score will get to choose the next quiz. Who is the quickest SL fangirl?!
Match the story to the quote:
The Whole to Own The Antidote
The Best Revenge HG/RW, HG/LM
The Nature of a Phoenix
A Slight Miscalculation
Out of the Grey
The Renovation Project
Aftermath SS/MM
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Gen fic
Never too Late
By the Book
The Dunderhead Tax
The Wizards Waltz
1. "I waited here." He gestured around the library.
"Harry told me about King's Cross."
Severus took the apparent non sequitur in stride. "The setting is different for almost everyone."
"But not for you and me," she said slowly.
"No." He glanced away from her again. "Not for you and me."
She looked around the library at the rows of books waiting to be read, mulling over the implications of his statement. She'd always loved this library, and apparently, Severus had been fond of it, as well. Ron had been bored to distraction in any library once he'd exhausted all the Quidditch magazines.
"I was married to Ron for over a century," Hermione said suddenly. "If you and I are soul mates, then who was his?"
"Katie Bell," Severus answered.
Hermione searched her emotions for a pang of jealousy or insecurity at learning her husband had been better suited to another woman, but felt nothing other than acceptance.
"Katie Bell would have a good match for Ron," she finally said. "They both loved Quidditch, and I'm sure they would have shared other interests had she lived. She was killed during the battle at Hogwarts."
2. "An explanation, Miss Granger," he demanded. "Now."
"You're supposed to be upstairs, you know," she said. "It's the fifth anniversary of the defeat of Voldemort. Remember? There's a party."
He folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes.
She sighed. "Oh, all right. Whenever Ron drinks more than two glasses of champagne, he decides we're meant to be together. He conveniently forgets that we tried dating, and we made each other miserable."
"Then why not use some of that vaunted Gryffindor courage and tell him to bugger off?"
Hermione sighed. "Because he's my friend, and I don't want to hurt his feelings. Tomorrow, he'll be sober, and everything will go back to normal."
"So you've chosen to squander the collection of a life debt -- and make no mistake, I now consider that debt paid in full -- by hiding in my rooms from Ron Weasley?" His tone indicated he thought she was a fool twice over.
3. Severus matched her eyebrow for eyebrow but took her hand, and the Daily Prophet's photographer snapped photo after photo as Severus Snape led Severus Snape onto the dance floor.
Contrary to her words, she allowed him to lead the dance, and they made a slow circuit of the room, resolutely ignoring the shocked faces and scandalised murmurs.
"I thought it best to make a public gesture after our... misunderstanding," she said softly.
"You've accomplished your goal," Severus said, a faint smile curling the edges of his mouth.
4. She shuddered. "As it turned out, it was a moot point. The last horcrux was Rowena Ravenclaw's inkwell; we found it in the rubble at Godric's Hollow and destroyed it. But when Harry made me promise, that was the first time that I truly understood what Professor Dumbledore had asked of you."
For a blinding instant, Severus was furious. An unfulfilled promise to Potter didn't make her capable of understanding him or his reasons for acting as he'd done. He neither wanted nor needed her sympathy. Yet as quickly as his anger flared, it subsided, and he finished his whisky in one swallow.
Now he knew why Albus' portrait had selected her and not the others. Severus was expected to help Granger and thus help himself in the process. The plan had all the subtlety of being struck between the eyes with a bludger.
He looked into his empty glass and for the briefest of moments, he considered killing her outright. The Fidelius Charm would fix at her death and not even portraits were immune to it. However, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he rejected it. He had no wish to kill again, and he suspected that if anyone could manage to exempt their portrait from the constraints of a Fidelius Charm, it would have been Albus.
Resigned to his fate, he poured more whisky into his glass, then looked Granger over. Her hands were steady, but she was still too pale and had a pinched look around her mouth. He splashed a bit more whisky into her glass, as well.
5. It was such an obscure potion and he couldn't be expected to remember every ingredient needed for every potion ever created, but that was cold comfort at the moment.
Snape growled through clenched teeth and he cursed Draco Malfoy under his breath. But some detached part of his mind had to give the boy credit. Attempting to murder another student at the Yule Ball in front of the entire school took a certain amount of nerve. His plan, however, had been poorly rendered. The poison hadn't even been meant for her. Potter had been his intended victim but the ever clumsy Mr. Weasley had knocked over Hermione's glass. Potter had simply handed her his drink and gone to fetch another for himself.
If she died, Snape thought grimly, Malfoy needn't worry about Azkaban. He'd kill the little bastard himself.
6. Hermione fidgeted and cleared her throat. She might as well get this over with. She stiffened her spine and said, "Speaking of circumstances, I believe I also owe you an apology. I may have said some things while I was ill that could... Well, I believe I made some remarks that were inappropriate. I hope that you can forgive me. I certainly would never want you to feel uncomforta--"
His eyes met hers. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?" he interrupted.
Hermione blinked in surprise. "All right. Why are you here?"
"I begin brewing Lupin's wolfsbane potion tonight. I thought you might want to assist me." His tone was casual, but he watched her intently.
Hermione's mouth dropped open. Could he possibly be saying what she thought?
"Well, of course, I'd--" she started.
"I would also like to borrow a book," he said, tilting his head toward the bookshelves filling one wall of her rooms.
7. It wasn't that he needed this particular potion. Oh, no, not at all. But, he thought ruefully, he was 68 years old and occasionally extra... assistance... was helpful. And he'd promised his wife a New Year's Eve to remember. This was, after all, the 25th anniversary of the night they'd become engaged and she was still such a sentimental Gryffindor at heart.
He had surreptitiously consumed the potion at 11:30, knowing that it would take effect in approximately an hour. That would have been plenty of time to see in the New Year before saying their good-byes and apparating home. However, shortly after Severus drank the potion, Harry Potter had insisted upon making a toast to old friends and had raised his glass to Hermione. Severus had automatically taken a drink of the champagne that had sat untouched beside his plate. The alcohol acted as an amplifier for the potion and the carbonation in the champagne had forced the alcohol into his bloodstream that much faster.
Thus, at 11:55 p.m., he found himself with a painful erection and a wife who was looking forward to ringing in the New Year surrounded by her friends.
8. "James?" a worried feminine voice called in the distance. "Where are you?"
Hermione Snape opened the Potions classroom door and peered inside. She put her hands on her hips and gave the child a stern look. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you. You know you're not supposed to wander away."
"Wanna talk ta Unca Sev'us," the annoying cherub cheerfully piped up.
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "I have explained this to you on numerous occasions, boy. I am not your uncle. At most, we are extremely distant cousins on your mother's side of the family."
James Potter II shook his head. "Aunt 'Mione." He pointed at Hermione, then he grinned mischievously and pointed at Snape. "Unca Sev'us."
9. Hermione walked closer, grimacing as the flickering shadows cast Snape's face in a death mask. She looked around, confused. "You said there was a mediwizard here. Where is he?"
"Druitt knows what needs to be done," Phineas replied, nodding at the other man in the painting. "Follow his instructions."
"The mediwizard is a portrait?" Hermione said, incredulous. "No. I'm going for help--"
"Do that and you may as well let the Headmaster die here," Phineas said. His voice and expression were icy. "Not all of Tom Riddle's supporters wore his mark, and there's still Dumbledore's death to consider. One side will want Professor Snape in Azkaban for using an Unforgivable, no matter the reason, and the other side will consider him a traitor to their cause. He'll be a walking target. His only chance at a normal life is if everyone believes he's dead."
"There's no time for this nonsense," Druitt interjected sharply. "Either go for help or follow my instructions, but whatever you choose, do it now."
10. After dinner, Lucius wrote out a quick note for Severus and sent it through the Floo. He'd been delighted with the opening Hermione had provided. He had no intention of risking his recovery and this gave him the opportunity to alert Severus to his success without actually bragging. After all, why inquire about a contraceptive potion if there was no reason to drink it?
In a few minutes, the fire flared and a piece of parchment shot out onto the floor. Lucius read the letter, smiling at Severus' terse answer, and then went to take a bath. When he'd finished, he put on his dressing gown and made his way to Hermione's room. He knocked on the door and, when she answered, said, "Severus agrees that there should be no harmful interaction with the contraceptive potion."
He took in her nervous expression and tilted his head. "Have you changed your mind?"
He watched as uncertainty warred against curiosity until finally she shook her head. "No. Please, come in."
He stepped into her room and she closed the door behind him.
Congratulations to laiksmarei for winning the student teacher naughtiness quiz and choosing this one as her prize.
The first fangirl who posts a perfect score will get to choose the next quiz. Who is the quickest SL fangirl?!
Match the story to the quote:
The Whole to Own The Antidote
The Best Revenge HG/RW, HG/LM
The Nature of a Phoenix
A Slight Miscalculation
Out of the Grey
The Renovation Project
Aftermath SS/MM
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Gen fic
Never too Late
By the Book
The Dunderhead Tax
The Wizards Waltz
1. "I waited here." He gestured around the library.
"Harry told me about King's Cross."
Severus took the apparent non sequitur in stride. "The setting is different for almost everyone."
"But not for you and me," she said slowly.
"No." He glanced away from her again. "Not for you and me."
She looked around the library at the rows of books waiting to be read, mulling over the implications of his statement. She'd always loved this library, and apparently, Severus had been fond of it, as well. Ron had been bored to distraction in any library once he'd exhausted all the Quidditch magazines.
"I was married to Ron for over a century," Hermione said suddenly. "If you and I are soul mates, then who was his?"
"Katie Bell," Severus answered.
Hermione searched her emotions for a pang of jealousy or insecurity at learning her husband had been better suited to another woman, but felt nothing other than acceptance.
"Katie Bell would have a good match for Ron," she finally said. "They both loved Quidditch, and I'm sure they would have shared other interests had she lived. She was killed during the battle at Hogwarts."
2. "An explanation, Miss Granger," he demanded. "Now."
"You're supposed to be upstairs, you know," she said. "It's the fifth anniversary of the defeat of Voldemort. Remember? There's a party."
He folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes.
She sighed. "Oh, all right. Whenever Ron drinks more than two glasses of champagne, he decides we're meant to be together. He conveniently forgets that we tried dating, and we made each other miserable."
"Then why not use some of that vaunted Gryffindor courage and tell him to bugger off?"
Hermione sighed. "Because he's my friend, and I don't want to hurt his feelings. Tomorrow, he'll be sober, and everything will go back to normal."
"So you've chosen to squander the collection of a life debt -- and make no mistake, I now consider that debt paid in full -- by hiding in my rooms from Ron Weasley?" His tone indicated he thought she was a fool twice over.
3. Severus matched her eyebrow for eyebrow but took her hand, and the Daily Prophet's photographer snapped photo after photo as Severus Snape led Severus Snape onto the dance floor.
Contrary to her words, she allowed him to lead the dance, and they made a slow circuit of the room, resolutely ignoring the shocked faces and scandalised murmurs.
"I thought it best to make a public gesture after our... misunderstanding," she said softly.
"You've accomplished your goal," Severus said, a faint smile curling the edges of his mouth.
4. She shuddered. "As it turned out, it was a moot point. The last horcrux was Rowena Ravenclaw's inkwell; we found it in the rubble at Godric's Hollow and destroyed it. But when Harry made me promise, that was the first time that I truly understood what Professor Dumbledore had asked of you."
For a blinding instant, Severus was furious. An unfulfilled promise to Potter didn't make her capable of understanding him or his reasons for acting as he'd done. He neither wanted nor needed her sympathy. Yet as quickly as his anger flared, it subsided, and he finished his whisky in one swallow.
Now he knew why Albus' portrait had selected her and not the others. Severus was expected to help Granger and thus help himself in the process. The plan had all the subtlety of being struck between the eyes with a bludger.
He looked into his empty glass and for the briefest of moments, he considered killing her outright. The Fidelius Charm would fix at her death and not even portraits were immune to it. However, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he rejected it. He had no wish to kill again, and he suspected that if anyone could manage to exempt their portrait from the constraints of a Fidelius Charm, it would have been Albus.
Resigned to his fate, he poured more whisky into his glass, then looked Granger over. Her hands were steady, but she was still too pale and had a pinched look around her mouth. He splashed a bit more whisky into her glass, as well.
5. It was such an obscure potion and he couldn't be expected to remember every ingredient needed for every potion ever created, but that was cold comfort at the moment.
Snape growled through clenched teeth and he cursed Draco Malfoy under his breath. But some detached part of his mind had to give the boy credit. Attempting to murder another student at the Yule Ball in front of the entire school took a certain amount of nerve. His plan, however, had been poorly rendered. The poison hadn't even been meant for her. Potter had been his intended victim but the ever clumsy Mr. Weasley had knocked over Hermione's glass. Potter had simply handed her his drink and gone to fetch another for himself.
If she died, Snape thought grimly, Malfoy needn't worry about Azkaban. He'd kill the little bastard himself.
6. Hermione fidgeted and cleared her throat. She might as well get this over with. She stiffened her spine and said, "Speaking of circumstances, I believe I also owe you an apology. I may have said some things while I was ill that could... Well, I believe I made some remarks that were inappropriate. I hope that you can forgive me. I certainly would never want you to feel uncomforta--"
His eyes met hers. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?" he interrupted.
Hermione blinked in surprise. "All right. Why are you here?"
"I begin brewing Lupin's wolfsbane potion tonight. I thought you might want to assist me." His tone was casual, but he watched her intently.
Hermione's mouth dropped open. Could he possibly be saying what she thought?
"Well, of course, I'd--" she started.
"I would also like to borrow a book," he said, tilting his head toward the bookshelves filling one wall of her rooms.
7. It wasn't that he needed this particular potion. Oh, no, not at all. But, he thought ruefully, he was 68 years old and occasionally extra... assistance... was helpful. And he'd promised his wife a New Year's Eve to remember. This was, after all, the 25th anniversary of the night they'd become engaged and she was still such a sentimental Gryffindor at heart.
He had surreptitiously consumed the potion at 11:30, knowing that it would take effect in approximately an hour. That would have been plenty of time to see in the New Year before saying their good-byes and apparating home. However, shortly after Severus drank the potion, Harry Potter had insisted upon making a toast to old friends and had raised his glass to Hermione. Severus had automatically taken a drink of the champagne that had sat untouched beside his plate. The alcohol acted as an amplifier for the potion and the carbonation in the champagne had forced the alcohol into his bloodstream that much faster.
Thus, at 11:55 p.m., he found himself with a painful erection and a wife who was looking forward to ringing in the New Year surrounded by her friends.
8. "James?" a worried feminine voice called in the distance. "Where are you?"
Hermione Snape opened the Potions classroom door and peered inside. She put her hands on her hips and gave the child a stern look. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you. You know you're not supposed to wander away."
"Wanna talk ta Unca Sev'us," the annoying cherub cheerfully piped up.
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "I have explained this to you on numerous occasions, boy. I am not your uncle. At most, we are extremely distant cousins on your mother's side of the family."
James Potter II shook his head. "Aunt 'Mione." He pointed at Hermione, then he grinned mischievously and pointed at Snape. "Unca Sev'us."
9. Hermione walked closer, grimacing as the flickering shadows cast Snape's face in a death mask. She looked around, confused. "You said there was a mediwizard here. Where is he?"
"Druitt knows what needs to be done," Phineas replied, nodding at the other man in the painting. "Follow his instructions."
"The mediwizard is a portrait?" Hermione said, incredulous. "No. I'm going for help--"
"Do that and you may as well let the Headmaster die here," Phineas said. His voice and expression were icy. "Not all of Tom Riddle's supporters wore his mark, and there's still Dumbledore's death to consider. One side will want Professor Snape in Azkaban for using an Unforgivable, no matter the reason, and the other side will consider him a traitor to their cause. He'll be a walking target. His only chance at a normal life is if everyone believes he's dead."
"There's no time for this nonsense," Druitt interjected sharply. "Either go for help or follow my instructions, but whatever you choose, do it now."
10. After dinner, Lucius wrote out a quick note for Severus and sent it through the Floo. He'd been delighted with the opening Hermione had provided. He had no intention of risking his recovery and this gave him the opportunity to alert Severus to his success without actually bragging. After all, why inquire about a contraceptive potion if there was no reason to drink it?
In a few minutes, the fire flared and a piece of parchment shot out onto the floor. Lucius read the letter, smiling at Severus' terse answer, and then went to take a bath. When he'd finished, he put on his dressing gown and made his way to Hermione's room. He knocked on the door and, when she answered, said, "Severus agrees that there should be no harmful interaction with the contraceptive potion."
He took in her nervous expression and tilted his head. "Have you changed your mind?"
He watched as uncertainty warred against curiosity until finally she shook her head. "No. Please, come in."
He stepped into her room and she closed the door behind him.