Fic: That Garish Time Of Year
MERRY CHRISTMAS
faharen !
Title: That Garish Time Of Year
Author: Witblogi
Pairings: SSMM
Rating: PG
Warnings: ....Snape in general
Summary: Snape is being a downer D:
Notes: X-mas fic for
faharen. You really like sevmin and i hope i did it any justice at all...
That Garish Time Of Year
The fairy lights around the staff room blurred and burned brightly into Severus’ dark eyes. He’d come into this supposed sanctuary for those who were well out of puberty, in an attempt to escape the cheer of the season, not bask in its glow. Ordinarily he’d be doing his marking in the dungeons with the same dark comforting mood in his classroom or office no matter what time of year. The dark recesses in which he usually lurked were certainly preferable to all this glowing and giving and sparkles that seemed to be on every bloody surface.
His lip curled in a sneer and he made another sharp red deduction from the current assignment he was failing. Unfortunately the imbeciles this school called students had even managed to soil his sanctuary with their clumsy antics. He pushed a breath out through his nose. At least it hadn’t been a red and green invasion of vomit inducing good times, but extremely toxic fumes from a spilled potion gone wrong that needed aeration. While he waited, he was forced to retreat into the one place he thought might still have some dignity in the school. He was sadly mistaken.
A howling Christmas tune pierced the air as the Staff Room door blew open, and as it shut a lone hum was left, annoying him into an early grave.
“ Must you insist in endorsing them? They should be studying, not gallivanting under sprigs of parasitic foliage,” He snarled not looking up as he gave another slashed mark.
“ There’s nothing wrong with a little Christmas spirit Severus. It’s almost holidays, only natural for them to be distracted and dreaming.” Minerva set a stack of her own papers down moving to the notice board to pin up newly revised Gryffindor prefect schedules. She continued to hum and Severus tried not to think about his ears bleeding, the drums bursting from all the horrid tunes everyone else called festive music.
She swept into the corner of the room where someone- Filius no doubt -had set up a small tree decorated with colourful baubles, and strings of beads that looked to be straight off Trelawney’s back. The piece de résistance was the most obnoxiously garish string of fairy lights Severus had ever laid eyes on that winked and danced around the conifer.
“ Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked a smile gracing her face as she clasped her hands together; that awful cheer obvious in her sparkling eyes. He muttered something about it being bright and turned back to his marking. He began to fall back into the rhythm of the grades, the stupidity of the student body ever increasing; ever proving to him his talents were wasted in this hell hole of a school. He wondered why he was still there and stilled while green eyes flashed in his mind and he swallowed hard.
“ Can’t you show just a bit of-of positive emotion? As a boy-“
“ Yes, but I am no longer a boy,” he bit out, tired of her ever droning ever condescending, stories of his youth. He cursed working along side former educators; they knew all the dirty secrets colleagues never should. The sharp tapping of her boot on the floor made his developing headache throb and he fought to not let his lip curl in distaste.
He listen and watched in his peripheral as she rounded the table and stood by his side, her shadow looming over him and blocking out the light from the sconces on the wall behind him.
“ You may be a professor now, Severus Snape, but you will always be the awkward boy who didn’t quite know what to do with himself. You may have joined the order, you may be in Albus’ good books but by no means does that mean I have to put up with you, or even like you, so I suggest you either find somewhere else to sulk or buck up and sing a few carols,” Her voice was as sharp as ever, and Severus shivered, feeling scrawny and thirteen again. Sliding smoothly out of his chair, he gathered his papers and set about leaving the room.
He didn’t look back at her to know that she wanted to say something more, that the features on her face had softened and regret shone plainly through her weathered eyes. As he flung open the door he realized his heart was racing, but not from fear, from excitement, the thrill, the life he’d coursing through his veins from getting a reaction from someone.
It felt just like when- He blinked forcibly and started down the hall, he would not start waxing poetic about Gryffindor women nor would he ever think of it again. But he smirked just slightly, the corners of his mouth tilting ever so gently up. Maybe, just maybe he’d found a new hobby at Hogwarts. Maybe the marauders weren’t so mad after all.
fin
faharen !
Title: That Garish Time Of Year
Author: Witblogi
Pairings: SSMM
Rating: PG
Warnings: ....Snape in general
Summary: Snape is being a downer D:
Notes: X-mas fic for
faharen. You really like sevmin and i hope i did it any justice at all...
That Garish Time Of Year
The fairy lights around the staff room blurred and burned brightly into Severus’ dark eyes. He’d come into this supposed sanctuary for those who were well out of puberty, in an attempt to escape the cheer of the season, not bask in its glow. Ordinarily he’d be doing his marking in the dungeons with the same dark comforting mood in his classroom or office no matter what time of year. The dark recesses in which he usually lurked were certainly preferable to all this glowing and giving and sparkles that seemed to be on every bloody surface.
His lip curled in a sneer and he made another sharp red deduction from the current assignment he was failing. Unfortunately the imbeciles this school called students had even managed to soil his sanctuary with their clumsy antics. He pushed a breath out through his nose. At least it hadn’t been a red and green invasion of vomit inducing good times, but extremely toxic fumes from a spilled potion gone wrong that needed aeration. While he waited, he was forced to retreat into the one place he thought might still have some dignity in the school. He was sadly mistaken.
A howling Christmas tune pierced the air as the Staff Room door blew open, and as it shut a lone hum was left, annoying him into an early grave.
“ Must you insist in endorsing them? They should be studying, not gallivanting under sprigs of parasitic foliage,” He snarled not looking up as he gave another slashed mark.
“ There’s nothing wrong with a little Christmas spirit Severus. It’s almost holidays, only natural for them to be distracted and dreaming.” Minerva set a stack of her own papers down moving to the notice board to pin up newly revised Gryffindor prefect schedules. She continued to hum and Severus tried not to think about his ears bleeding, the drums bursting from all the horrid tunes everyone else called festive music.
She swept into the corner of the room where someone- Filius no doubt -had set up a small tree decorated with colourful baubles, and strings of beads that looked to be straight off Trelawney’s back. The piece de résistance was the most obnoxiously garish string of fairy lights Severus had ever laid eyes on that winked and danced around the conifer.
“ Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked a smile gracing her face as she clasped her hands together; that awful cheer obvious in her sparkling eyes. He muttered something about it being bright and turned back to his marking. He began to fall back into the rhythm of the grades, the stupidity of the student body ever increasing; ever proving to him his talents were wasted in this hell hole of a school. He wondered why he was still there and stilled while green eyes flashed in his mind and he swallowed hard.
“ Can’t you show just a bit of-of positive emotion? As a boy-“
“ Yes, but I am no longer a boy,” he bit out, tired of her ever droning ever condescending, stories of his youth. He cursed working along side former educators; they knew all the dirty secrets colleagues never should. The sharp tapping of her boot on the floor made his developing headache throb and he fought to not let his lip curl in distaste.
He listen and watched in his peripheral as she rounded the table and stood by his side, her shadow looming over him and blocking out the light from the sconces on the wall behind him.
“ You may be a professor now, Severus Snape, but you will always be the awkward boy who didn’t quite know what to do with himself. You may have joined the order, you may be in Albus’ good books but by no means does that mean I have to put up with you, or even like you, so I suggest you either find somewhere else to sulk or buck up and sing a few carols,” Her voice was as sharp as ever, and Severus shivered, feeling scrawny and thirteen again. Sliding smoothly out of his chair, he gathered his papers and set about leaving the room.
He didn’t look back at her to know that she wanted to say something more, that the features on her face had softened and regret shone plainly through her weathered eyes. As he flung open the door he realized his heart was racing, but not from fear, from excitement, the thrill, the life he’d coursing through his veins from getting a reaction from someone.
It felt just like when- He blinked forcibly and started down the hall, he would not start waxing poetic about Gryffindor women nor would he ever think of it again. But he smirked just slightly, the corners of his mouth tilting ever so gently up. Maybe, just maybe he’d found a new hobby at Hogwarts. Maybe the marauders weren’t so mad after all.
fin