"Passion rampant, hatred wild"

[kittydesade]

Well. Last night was fun. No, really, it was. Despite the fact that I didn't get to bed till 7:30, woke up at noon, woke up again at 1.

Went out and had the Star Wars game, which was a lot more fun now that we had a different GM. I got to pulp an evil Force-user's head. Twice. I also got to make things fly around randomly for my own amusement. I play a Force Adept, for those of you who know what such things are. We hung around, got home at about 1-ish, and then I logged on to finish a couple of things and go to bed.

But almightyhat and I started talking. First about crafty things, and then about the random Room of Requirement fic. Because it's just that fun.

And first we were talking about things we could do to Snape at the end of the second war. Because you know something really nasty's going to happen to him. I predict, actually, that JKR's going to kill him off. But you never know. We decided to light him on fire from the inside out. Starting from the point of the Dark Mark, figuring that the Death Eaters and Voldemort have finally figured out that he's a mole. So they summon him to a public meeting and torch him.

(Should I be spoiling my own story for you?)


So then we decided that Rowan, having grown up into very nearly a stone killer and rather annoyed at him for following her around Grimmauld place because she's "not safe around kids," has followed him. Actually it's because Dumbledore thinks they both need to resume their friendship of years ago, but of course if he told Snape that he'd get glared at and told 'absolutely not.' So this way works better. Anyway, Rowan's had just about enough of that as she can take and she doesn't trust him anyway because he went off and took the Dark Mark. Which she feels is a personal (although not personally intended) betrayal.

So all of a sudden she sees her oldest and best surviving friend go up in flames. And she's still a damn good witch, but she's also spent a good chunk of the last fifteen, seventeen years by now, among Muggles. And the Death Eaters are expecting magic, not her to come up all John Woo style with guns blazing. She shoots a couple of them, they scatter, she puts out the flames and Apparates Snape to a Muggle Hospital so that if anyone's following, they don't know where she's gone. Why, after all, would a wizard Apparate to a Muggle hospital?

Meanwhile Snape has third degree burns at least all over his left arm and second degree burns a lot of other places where his robes caught fire. So he gets all medicated and salved and everything, and then she Apparates him and a bunch of people to her parents' place. Same logic. Also she's not thinking clearly anymore. She takes care of him for a couple of days till people who realize he's supposed to be teaching at Hogwarts come looking for him. They heal him right up with Muggle magic, but the left arm isn't going to be right for a while.

So he can't manage potions, not with a shaky arm that might drop, spasm, knock something over, etc. So he needs an assistant. Which Rowan points out acerbically. Which resulted in this



NicDorcha: So he does need a little help. But of course he doesn't want any. Because he is Snape, the Great and Powerful.

Almighty Hat: Does she... Is she offering herself as a temporary assistant?
Almighty Hat: Snape the Great with his arm in a sling.

NicDorcha: Not in so many words. That would be... admitting that she still ... likes him, or something. Admitting that she still cares what happens to him and what he does, never mind the whole nursing him back to health schtick. She'll try and go back to the cold indifference of before.

Almighty Hat: Ahh. Pointing out he might be able to use a temporary assistant, then.

NicDorcha: Yep.

Almighty Hat: Then he smirks and asks if she's asking for a job.

NicDorcha: And she rolls her eyes and says something to the effect that he never needed her help before, why's he asking for it now

Almighty Hat: He shrugs-- then winces. Says his arm hurts.

NicDorcha: She looks worried for a second, offers to check it or get a potion/coedine or.. something.

Almighty Hat: No, no, he just moved wrong. But... well, his arm does hurt. Off and on. His left hand probably has some trouble, too, just because it's all connected. And he would rather have no help than incompetant help.

NicDorcha: And she snaps something about him getting along with no help then and maybe even starts to stalk off. Because by now she's used to him insulting everyone at every turn, and she expects it.

Almighty Hat: Rolls his eyes and says something like... Like, "You'd better not have gotten incompetant at potions, then, for all the time I spent pounding it into your head."

NicDorcha: And she turns and says something like. "You spent pounding it into my head? And who was it who went over all those NEWT potions with you time and time again? And corrected you on some of them?"
NicDorcha: ((Which, being a Ravenclaw, she may have done, but I bet he taught her more than she taught him.))

Almighty Hat: "Oh, the NEWTs, yes. Who was weeping over basic theory on the OWLs?"

NicDorcha: "You were, too. You threw your cauldron across the room. I thought the wall was going to melt."

Almighty Hat: "And so at least you are as incompetant as I."

NicDorcha: "Well, then..." .... "Oh."

Almighty Hat: Another eyeroll, and, "Yes, oh. Do you want the post or not? You won't have to teach anyone, if you don't like. Just... be a good pair of hands."

NicDorcha: "Were you offering or grousing over the general incompetency in the field of potions?" But she's smiling.

Almighty Hat: "Possibly both. But certainly the former."

NicDorcha: "Well, we can't have the students deprived of a good education, now can we."

Almighty Hat: "And I will not have disorder should this fool thing spasm or fumble and send a vial of aomething toxic crashing to the floor."

NicDorcha: "Of course not. That would be less than your usual exacting standard." Perfectly serious, and not at all teasing.

Almighty Hat: "Not to mention a potential danger to the student body."

NicDorcha: "Indeed. Well, you'll just have to tolerate me a little while longer, then."

Almighty Hat: "A fate I find I must resign myself to. Besides, if I were to leave choosing an assistant to anyone else, I'd likely wind up with that Tonks woman."

NicDorcha: Smirk. "And then you would have a potential danger to the student body from broken flasks and tipped cauldrons."

Almighty Hat: "A worse on than this," and he raises his bum arm-- and winces again, but not overmuch.


...And on and on and on and on and on. They went all over the map. And never once touched any of the elephants that manifested in the room during that conversation. Til 7 IN THE MORNING.

But apparently the Snape in Hat's head is amusing when drugged. And has fun with words like 'discombobulated.' Who knew.