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Fic: Candy is Dandy Challenge, Round 3 Entry
Title: Snape's Fudge Valentine
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ziasudra_fic
Word Count: 470
Genre: Marauders (especially James) and Snape gen, PG
Challenge: Written forscribbulus_ink's Candy is Dandy Challenge: Round 3. Prompt: James Potter and Fudge Flies.
"But they're chocolate!"
James rolled his eyes. "Just a little bit, and I'm buying new ones. Really, Moony, don't tell me you've already finished your stash of chocolate frogs from Christmas."
Remus shrugged and lowered his head. Good, he was backing down. One less person left to convince.
As expected, Sirius piped up, "But sending him chocolate? What if people start thinking you fancy him? That'd be disastrous!"
"Ugh! I don't fancy that ugly git." James shuddered. "Don't worry. Fudge flies are nasty little buggers. No one would think twice about my 'gift'. Am I not right, Peter?"
"Of course!"
Sirius glared while James gloated over his perfect maneuver. Neutralizing Remus and gaining Peter's support. Three against one. The prank was on.
He leaned forward into the huddle. "Now, I'm going to owl order to have the flies delivered by Saturday. Then we keep them fresh with a cooling charm. Remus, you're good with words. Write the card for me. Peter, whatever you do, make sure Snivellus goes to breakfast on Monday. We'll need to devise a no-tracking delivery charm. Sirius, I guarantee you'll like this..."
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Severus Snape couldn't have looked more un-festive on Valentine's Day. Brooding over his porridge, he looked like he could wilt the giant bouquets that several Hufflepuff fifth years were giggling over a few tables down. A perfect target. James stealthily waved his wand to activate the spell. And smiled.
Snivellus was about to get a Valentine's package of his very own.
"Ooh, look! Another Valentine!"
"Are you sure? This one looks different."
"Ugh! What are those?"
"They... they couldn't be giant flies, could they?"
"Eww, one dripped on me!"
"Wait, that's chocolate. They're fudge flies!"
James watched the chaos with a gleeful smirk on his face. A horde of flies were swarming above and around Snape, dripping fudge all over him and making loud buzzing noises. The Great Hall went dead silent for a few seconds, then everyone erupted with laughter.
"Now that's a Valentine's gift Snape's worthy of!"
"Wonder who sent him the flies? A right brilliant idea, if I may say so."
"Must be those Gryffindors. Merlin knows Snape's been harassing them enough all this time."
"Oh, this is priceless, hahaha..."
Abruptly, everything went silent for a second time. James gasped as Snape pulled out his wand, and with what seemed like practiced ease, fired spell after spell at each fudge fly until they were smoking and motionless on the floor, melting.
Snivellus was only casting Incendio, but James suddenly knew with certainty that Snape had zapped flies before—and with much, much darker spells.
As if he knew who was the instigator, Snape locked gaze with James and sent a sneer that promised a nasty retribution. James swallowed thickly through his dry throat.
He would never send Snape fudge flies again.
Author:
ziasudra_ficWord Count: 470
Genre: Marauders (especially James) and Snape gen, PG
Challenge: Written for
scribbulus_ink's Candy is Dandy Challenge: Round 3. Prompt: James Potter and Fudge Flies."But they're chocolate!"
James rolled his eyes. "Just a little bit, and I'm buying new ones. Really, Moony, don't tell me you've already finished your stash of chocolate frogs from Christmas."
Remus shrugged and lowered his head. Good, he was backing down. One less person left to convince.
As expected, Sirius piped up, "But sending him chocolate? What if people start thinking you fancy him? That'd be disastrous!"
"Ugh! I don't fancy that ugly git." James shuddered. "Don't worry. Fudge flies are nasty little buggers. No one would think twice about my 'gift'. Am I not right, Peter?"
"Of course!"
Sirius glared while James gloated over his perfect maneuver. Neutralizing Remus and gaining Peter's support. Three against one. The prank was on.
He leaned forward into the huddle. "Now, I'm going to owl order to have the flies delivered by Saturday. Then we keep them fresh with a cooling charm. Remus, you're good with words. Write the card for me. Peter, whatever you do, make sure Snivellus goes to breakfast on Monday. We'll need to devise a no-tracking delivery charm. Sirius, I guarantee you'll like this..."
-
Severus Snape couldn't have looked more un-festive on Valentine's Day. Brooding over his porridge, he looked like he could wilt the giant bouquets that several Hufflepuff fifth years were giggling over a few tables down. A perfect target. James stealthily waved his wand to activate the spell. And smiled.
Snivellus was about to get a Valentine's package of his very own.
"Ooh, look! Another Valentine!"
"Are you sure? This one looks different."
"Ugh! What are those?"
"They... they couldn't be giant flies, could they?"
"Eww, one dripped on me!"
"Wait, that's chocolate. They're fudge flies!"
James watched the chaos with a gleeful smirk on his face. A horde of flies were swarming above and around Snape, dripping fudge all over him and making loud buzzing noises. The Great Hall went dead silent for a few seconds, then everyone erupted with laughter.
"Now that's a Valentine's gift Snape's worthy of!"
"Wonder who sent him the flies? A right brilliant idea, if I may say so."
"Must be those Gryffindors. Merlin knows Snape's been harassing them enough all this time."
"Oh, this is priceless, hahaha..."
Abruptly, everything went silent for a second time. James gasped as Snape pulled out his wand, and with what seemed like practiced ease, fired spell after spell at each fudge fly until they were smoking and motionless on the floor, melting.
Snivellus was only casting Incendio, but James suddenly knew with certainty that Snape had zapped flies before—and with much, much darker spells.
As if he knew who was the instigator, Snape locked gaze with James and sent a sneer that promised a nasty retribution. James swallowed thickly through his dry throat.
He would never send Snape fudge flies again.
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