Subversa Quiz
Oh Subversa how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
1. You yanked me out of the pit of voles and told me about Ashwinder.
2. Your Master of Enchantment story got me addicted to HG/SS.
3. You answered every review I left & lookie we became friends!!
4. You poked and prodded and made a pest of yourself till I set up an LJ account.
I have much to be thankful for where you are concerned dear heart. I know I am not alone when I say Cheers to you! This quiz is for you!
The quiz is
Match the story to the quote. All stories are complete.
His Poisoned Christmas Carol
The Christmas Rose
St. Valentine’s Liquorice
A Hallowe’en Tail
Bast Operation Kitty
Meet the Beetles
Master of Enchantment
Meet the Boys
Meet the Parents
Send Not To Know
His Draught of Delicate Poison
Nobody Told Me There’d Be Days Like This
Improbable Felicity
1. “Why is there gold on the table?”
Snape inspected her for a moment. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he went back to reading the newspaper. “There is gold on the table to pay for my food and drink while remaining as your guest.” The last word was accompanied by a sneer.
Hermione may have been brought up in the urban sprawl of London, but her parents had instilled good home training in their only child. The notion that a guest in their home should even offer to pay for his food was a shameful one. Professor Dumbledore bade her to make Snape welcome, and here he felt as if he had to pay his way - as if this were no better than a boarding house!
2. Her mother stood suddenly and bustled into the sitting room, returning moments later with a small book, bound in handsome brown leather. She offered the book to Hermione, saying, “This lovely little book is all about the Enchantment. That delightful Professor Dumbledore came to see us over Christmas, and he brought it as a gift.” Jane’s face took on a contemplative look. “I was ever so surprised to see him; we had met him at school functions, of course, but he had never come to visit us at home, before. Well, once I had the book unwrapped, I just couldn’t rest until I had read it all, right through to the end. And your Da’ read it too, didn’t you Herman?”
3. She needed this contact, required it, hungered for it. Closing her eyes, she tucked her curly head beneath his chin, and pressed her soft body against the angular length of his.
Snape stood, rigid in her embrace. Hermione was oblivious to his discomfort; she felt safe, and comforted, and some other emotion for which she had no name. Clinging to him, with her eyes closed, she could see neither the expression of agony on his face, nor the clenched fists held deliberately by his sides.
Much too soon, the doorbell chimed, and he put her away from him, striding out of the room without a backward glance. She followed him, hearing excited voices in the hall, and walked right into Ron and Harry, who were sprinting past the other Order members.
"Hermione!" Ron was gasping, out of breath. "We have your parents safe, at the Burrow!"
4. Fleur chose this moment to move a bit closer to him on the settee, her silvery hair adhering to the black wool of his coat as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Very soon we will be married, darling. I can hardly wait.” The last words were only breathed, as her lips made contact with the skin just beneath his ear. Then she was speaking again, so softly the words were barely discernible. “We don’t have to wait, Severus.”
Snape went completely still when Fleur pressed herself against him; he could smell the scent she favoured, redolent of some heavily perfumed flower. He could feel her breasts, deliberately thrust against his chest. He was dimly aware that a beautiful, therefore theoretically desirable young woman, who would soon be in his possession, was making advances upon his person, and certain parts of him were acutely aware of the availability she was advertising to him. Even so, when he felt her warm breath on his ear, he could not prevent the wave of distaste which passed over him.
5. Upon being repudiated by the stylish Mr. Krum, the shameless Miss Granger returned to Britain, where she immediately set in motion her plans to ensnare the elegant Severus Snape, age 41, who received the Order of Merlin, First Class, for his heroic efforts in the War. Professor Snape, who has been the Potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for twenty years, became one of the most sought-after bachelors in the country when his part in the struggle against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named became public knowledge. Granger arranged to be installed as the professor’s assistant, then contrived to have herself compromised by Professor Snape during a mini-break at the seashore with colleagues.
6. Lupin gave him a lop-sided grin. “How does it feel to return as the conquering hero?”
Severus paused in the act of pouring water into a goblet. “Do you know, I believe that I received less attention when I was awarded the Order of Merlin than I did after marrying Hermione Granger?”
Lupin, who was swallowing a mouthful of pumpkin juice, inhaled it instead. Minerva McGonagall patted Lupin helpfully on the back as Severus went back to eating his lunch as if Lupin were not choking in his ear. When he recovered his breath, Lupin rasped, “It would be ungentlemanly of me to draw the inevitable comparison between risking one’s life for one’s country and marrying Hermione.”
The rest of teachers were then treated to the novel sight of Severus Snape indulging in an unrestrained laugh with a co-worker, which ended only when Remus Lupin pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to mop his streaming face.
7. "What is that?"
Snape lay on his side, supporting his cheek on one hand, gently caressing her breast with the other, and chuckled.
"In common parlance, those are my bits, silly girl," he said.
Hermione blushed crimson. "I know that, Severus -- I meant --" she motioned at the front of his trousers.
"That is a codpiece, my dear. Made popular in the fifteenth century."
8. McGonagall raised her eyebrows at his petulant tone. ‘If you wish for me to remain and speak with you, Severus, you had best mend your manners. I am not here to witness one of your temper tantrums.’
Severus gritted his teeth and inhaled noisily. His anger tightly reined, he grated, ‘Hermione Granger arrived this morning, unannounced, and proposed marriage to me to obtain my release on the probation program. Do you mean to tell me that you had no hand in her preposterous proposition?’
9. Harry considered leaving it alone, as retreat can often be considered the better part of valour. But Ron was his best friend, and it was his duty to not allow him to be blindsided. "You might want to start paying attention to what Luna tells you about the wedding, mate."
Ron looked up at him. "Why?"
"You remember that Professor Lockhart got well enough to leave St. Mungo's, right?"
10. The door to the study rattled open and Quirk erupted into the room. When the sight of his fully enraged and entirely naked master met his eyes, Quirk quickly averted his face and squeaked, “Mistress is not being home, Master!”
“And where exactly is Mistress?” Severus inquired in an alarmingly quiet tone.
Staring helplessly at his feet, Quirk replied, “Mistress says she is going to work at the other researcher’s lab today, Master.
1. You yanked me out of the pit of voles and told me about Ashwinder.
2. Your Master of Enchantment story got me addicted to HG/SS.
3. You answered every review I left & lookie we became friends!!
4. You poked and prodded and made a pest of yourself till I set up an LJ account.
I have much to be thankful for where you are concerned dear heart. I know I am not alone when I say Cheers to you! This quiz is for you!
The quiz is
Match the story to the quote. All stories are complete.
His Poisoned Christmas Carol
The Christmas Rose
St. Valentine’s Liquorice
A Hallowe’en Tail
Bast Operation Kitty
Meet the Beetles
Master of Enchantment
Meet the Boys
Meet the Parents
Send Not To Know
His Draught of Delicate Poison
Nobody Told Me There’d Be Days Like This
Improbable Felicity
1. “Why is there gold on the table?”
Snape inspected her for a moment. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he went back to reading the newspaper. “There is gold on the table to pay for my food and drink while remaining as your guest.” The last word was accompanied by a sneer.
Hermione may have been brought up in the urban sprawl of London, but her parents had instilled good home training in their only child. The notion that a guest in their home should even offer to pay for his food was a shameful one. Professor Dumbledore bade her to make Snape welcome, and here he felt as if he had to pay his way - as if this were no better than a boarding house!
2. Her mother stood suddenly and bustled into the sitting room, returning moments later with a small book, bound in handsome brown leather. She offered the book to Hermione, saying, “This lovely little book is all about the Enchantment. That delightful Professor Dumbledore came to see us over Christmas, and he brought it as a gift.” Jane’s face took on a contemplative look. “I was ever so surprised to see him; we had met him at school functions, of course, but he had never come to visit us at home, before. Well, once I had the book unwrapped, I just couldn’t rest until I had read it all, right through to the end. And your Da’ read it too, didn’t you Herman?”
3. She needed this contact, required it, hungered for it. Closing her eyes, she tucked her curly head beneath his chin, and pressed her soft body against the angular length of his.
Snape stood, rigid in her embrace. Hermione was oblivious to his discomfort; she felt safe, and comforted, and some other emotion for which she had no name. Clinging to him, with her eyes closed, she could see neither the expression of agony on his face, nor the clenched fists held deliberately by his sides.
Much too soon, the doorbell chimed, and he put her away from him, striding out of the room without a backward glance. She followed him, hearing excited voices in the hall, and walked right into Ron and Harry, who were sprinting past the other Order members.
"Hermione!" Ron was gasping, out of breath. "We have your parents safe, at the Burrow!"
4. Fleur chose this moment to move a bit closer to him on the settee, her silvery hair adhering to the black wool of his coat as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Very soon we will be married, darling. I can hardly wait.” The last words were only breathed, as her lips made contact with the skin just beneath his ear. Then she was speaking again, so softly the words were barely discernible. “We don’t have to wait, Severus.”
Snape went completely still when Fleur pressed herself against him; he could smell the scent she favoured, redolent of some heavily perfumed flower. He could feel her breasts, deliberately thrust against his chest. He was dimly aware that a beautiful, therefore theoretically desirable young woman, who would soon be in his possession, was making advances upon his person, and certain parts of him were acutely aware of the availability she was advertising to him. Even so, when he felt her warm breath on his ear, he could not prevent the wave of distaste which passed over him.
5. Upon being repudiated by the stylish Mr. Krum, the shameless Miss Granger returned to Britain, where she immediately set in motion her plans to ensnare the elegant Severus Snape, age 41, who received the Order of Merlin, First Class, for his heroic efforts in the War. Professor Snape, who has been the Potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for twenty years, became one of the most sought-after bachelors in the country when his part in the struggle against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named became public knowledge. Granger arranged to be installed as the professor’s assistant, then contrived to have herself compromised by Professor Snape during a mini-break at the seashore with colleagues.
6. Lupin gave him a lop-sided grin. “How does it feel to return as the conquering hero?”
Severus paused in the act of pouring water into a goblet. “Do you know, I believe that I received less attention when I was awarded the Order of Merlin than I did after marrying Hermione Granger?”
Lupin, who was swallowing a mouthful of pumpkin juice, inhaled it instead. Minerva McGonagall patted Lupin helpfully on the back as Severus went back to eating his lunch as if Lupin were not choking in his ear. When he recovered his breath, Lupin rasped, “It would be ungentlemanly of me to draw the inevitable comparison between risking one’s life for one’s country and marrying Hermione.”
The rest of teachers were then treated to the novel sight of Severus Snape indulging in an unrestrained laugh with a co-worker, which ended only when Remus Lupin pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to mop his streaming face.
7. "What is that?"
Snape lay on his side, supporting his cheek on one hand, gently caressing her breast with the other, and chuckled.
"In common parlance, those are my bits, silly girl," he said.
Hermione blushed crimson. "I know that, Severus -- I meant --" she motioned at the front of his trousers.
"That is a codpiece, my dear. Made popular in the fifteenth century."
8. McGonagall raised her eyebrows at his petulant tone. ‘If you wish for me to remain and speak with you, Severus, you had best mend your manners. I am not here to witness one of your temper tantrums.’
Severus gritted his teeth and inhaled noisily. His anger tightly reined, he grated, ‘Hermione Granger arrived this morning, unannounced, and proposed marriage to me to obtain my release on the probation program. Do you mean to tell me that you had no hand in her preposterous proposition?’
9. Harry considered leaving it alone, as retreat can often be considered the better part of valour. But Ron was his best friend, and it was his duty to not allow him to be blindsided. "You might want to start paying attention to what Luna tells you about the wedding, mate."
Ron looked up at him. "Why?"
"You remember that Professor Lockhart got well enough to leave St. Mungo's, right?"
10. The door to the study rattled open and Quirk erupted into the room. When the sight of his fully enraged and entirely naked master met his eyes, Quirk quickly averted his face and squeaked, “Mistress is not being home, Master!”
“And where exactly is Mistress?” Severus inquired in an alarmingly quiet tone.
Staring helplessly at his feet, Quirk replied, “Mistress says she is going to work at the other researcher’s lab today, Master.