Drabble Night, Sept. 10, 2004
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amanuensis1We had Bible verse night, and I reeeeally owe a "Thank you for all the wonderful support and feedback" post for the whole ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pornish_pixies thing, but I couldn't help but jump back in and write a couple, so, here they are, before I get around to that thank-you post. But I turned into "No Regard For Word Count" Woman, so, be warned.
Lucius/Snape, Deut 25:2: If the guilty man deserves to be beaten, the judge shall make him lie down and have him flogged in his presence with the number of lashes his crime deserves (challenge by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"Do you know whom you sound like?" Snape picked invisible lint off his robes. "Like Argus Filch. Hogwarts' caretaker; a half-mad drudge of a Squib. 'Old ways were better. Let's go back to flogging the students.' Does the comparison please you in the slightest, Lucius?"
"Even a Squib can preach moments of truth." Lucius appeared not the least perturbed. "Wouldn't you like that, Severus? Treating the brats to a good old-fashioned flogging, or caning, instead of all that namby-pamby subtracting of House Points? Nothing like a dozen stripes of welted skin to teach a child discipline."
"You're every inch the pervert."
"You never seem to mind." Lucius set down his wine and drew closer to Severus on the sofa, prompting a shiver. "Shall we retire to my rooms, and I'll give you further reminder? Narcissa's away for the weekend, as if you didn't know."
Severus wet his lips. "I...did know."
"Of course you did. Take the bottle; I'll be along presently." He kissed Severus, and the wine on his lips was all the better a vintage for that form of delivery. "Birch, or willow tonight, do you think?"
Snape/Dumbledore: I am putting on the love of the Lord. And His members are with Him, and I am dependent on them; and He loves me. For I should not have known how to love the Lord, if He had not continuously loved me. Who is able to distinguish love, except him who is loved? (challenge bycursive)
"I didn't see Snape," said Harry as they left the Hall.
"Well, we're not likely to, are we?" Hermione was looking for an undamp corner of her handkerchief. "Not for some days, I'd imagine."
Ron snorted. "What--ex-Death Eaters too bloody broken up over Voldemort's loss to show their big noses at the ceremonies?"
Hermione stopped dead, dropping the handkerchief. "You...great imbecile!" she hissed, her red-with-crying eyes deadly as a basilisk's. "Didn't you see it? Snape's the one who misses Dumbledore more than any ten of us put together!"
Not more than I do, Harry wanted to say, but couldn't--something told him to pay attention to what Hermione had just said.
"Why's that?" asked Ron, still nonplussed.
"Because Dumbledore's rooms were also Snape's rooms, as you two would have known if you'd paid attention to that bloody map instead of just looking at it!"
"WHAT did you say?"
But Hermione had already run off, tears coming afresh.
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Dear Professor,
I'm very sorry. I don't know what you're feeling but I know what it's like to lose someone you love very much.
If I can do anything to help--including staying out of your way because I know you've never liked me--I'll do whatever it is.
Sincerely, Harry Potter.
It was clumsy, but the words were honest. For Dumbledore's sake if not Snape's.
"Take this, Hedwig? Thanks."
And when she was gone, he wept--for Dumbledore, for his own ache, for the one he imagined Snape bearing.
For every witch and wizard mourning the man who'd taken Voldemort down with him, instead of celebrating war's end.
pornish_pixies thing, but I couldn't help but jump back in and write a couple, so, here they are, before I get around to that thank-you post. But I turned into "No Regard For Word Count" Woman, so, be warned.Lucius/Snape, Deut 25:2: If the guilty man deserves to be beaten, the judge shall make him lie down and have him flogged in his presence with the number of lashes his crime deserves (challenge by
venivincere)"Do you know whom you sound like?" Snape picked invisible lint off his robes. "Like Argus Filch. Hogwarts' caretaker; a half-mad drudge of a Squib. 'Old ways were better. Let's go back to flogging the students.' Does the comparison please you in the slightest, Lucius?"
"Even a Squib can preach moments of truth." Lucius appeared not the least perturbed. "Wouldn't you like that, Severus? Treating the brats to a good old-fashioned flogging, or caning, instead of all that namby-pamby subtracting of House Points? Nothing like a dozen stripes of welted skin to teach a child discipline."
"You're every inch the pervert."
"You never seem to mind." Lucius set down his wine and drew closer to Severus on the sofa, prompting a shiver. "Shall we retire to my rooms, and I'll give you further reminder? Narcissa's away for the weekend, as if you didn't know."
Severus wet his lips. "I...did know."
"Of course you did. Take the bottle; I'll be along presently." He kissed Severus, and the wine on his lips was all the better a vintage for that form of delivery. "Birch, or willow tonight, do you think?"
Snape/Dumbledore: I am putting on the love of the Lord. And His members are with Him, and I am dependent on them; and He loves me. For I should not have known how to love the Lord, if He had not continuously loved me. Who is able to distinguish love, except him who is loved? (challenge by
cursive)"I didn't see Snape," said Harry as they left the Hall.
"Well, we're not likely to, are we?" Hermione was looking for an undamp corner of her handkerchief. "Not for some days, I'd imagine."
Ron snorted. "What--ex-Death Eaters too bloody broken up over Voldemort's loss to show their big noses at the ceremonies?"
Hermione stopped dead, dropping the handkerchief. "You...great imbecile!" she hissed, her red-with-crying eyes deadly as a basilisk's. "Didn't you see it? Snape's the one who misses Dumbledore more than any ten of us put together!"
Not more than I do, Harry wanted to say, but couldn't--something told him to pay attention to what Hermione had just said.
"Why's that?" asked Ron, still nonplussed.
"Because Dumbledore's rooms were also Snape's rooms, as you two would have known if you'd paid attention to that bloody map instead of just looking at it!"
"WHAT did you say?"
But Hermione had already run off, tears coming afresh.
*****
Dear Professor,
I'm very sorry. I don't know what you're feeling but I know what it's like to lose someone you love very much.
If I can do anything to help--including staying out of your way because I know you've never liked me--I'll do whatever it is.
Sincerely, Harry Potter.
It was clumsy, but the words were honest. For Dumbledore's sake if not Snape's.
"Take this, Hedwig? Thanks."
And when she was gone, he wept--for Dumbledore, for his own ache, for the one he imagined Snape bearing.
For every witch and wizard mourning the man who'd taken Voldemort down with him, instead of celebrating war's end.
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Date: 2004-09-11 03:11 am (UTC)Excellent as usual, sweetie!
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Sobriquet :)
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Date: 2004-09-11 06:06 am (UTC)Classic.
And Snape/Dumbledore.. It broke my heart. It really did.
Hermione stopped dead, dropping the handkerchief. "You...great imbecile!" she hissed, her red-with-crying eyes deadly as a basilisk's. "Didn't you see it? Snape's the one who misses Dumbledore more than any ten of us put together!"
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"Because Dumbledore's rooms were also Snape's rooms, as you two would have known if you'd paid attention to that bloody map instead of just looking at it!"
Especially those. Hermione is obviously sensitive to things other don't notice.
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Date: 2004-09-11 10:10 pm (UTC)*was just at Best Buy trying to decide which atrocious Roger Corman double-feature DVD to buy*
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Date: 2004-09-11 09:32 am (UTC)And the Snape/Dumbledore? Oh, yes, the residuals of grief- they spread and spread, and you don't know who gets the biggest cut of it.
Lovely!
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Date: 2004-09-14 01:26 pm (UTC)Now I'm off to friend you, finally. I've often been lurking there, but I'm ashamed to say that I didn't friend you in august because I just had to keep watching
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