Tiny Bubbles II

If one more student leaves a sheet of that damn bubble wrap in my office or at my seat at the high table again, I will not be responsible for what I do.

That little bitch has made me a laughing stock. I have never handed out more detentions in my career, nor deducted so many points. Even students in my own house have laughed at me. The worst of it all is Albus and Minerva. Making those popping noises whenever I walk into the staff lounge. The doddering old fool gave back all of the points I took away, too.

'She did warn you, Severus,' he said to me, his eyes even twinkled. Damn his eyes!

Very well then. Two can play at that game, missy! Make me a laughing stock will you?

I, Severus Snape, am no laughing stock. I am a Potions master, a powerful wizard, a former Death Eater.

I have seen and done things you can't even comprehend. I have access to places you will never see. You have no idea who you are dealing with, no idea at all.

I have waited two months for my revenge. I have used this time to plan my revenge on you and I am looking so forward to seeing the expression on your face tomorrow morning in the Great Hall. I am almost too excited to sleep.

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I don't think that I have ever slept so well as I did last night. Perhaps I need to plot revenge more often. There are so many things I'd love to avenge that I could conceivably sleep well for two years straight. Potter could be useful for six months worth.

But...I must concentrate on the task at hand, which means I must attend breakfast in the Great Hall.

Gods, how I hate children in the morning! There is Albus, looking disgustingly chipper and twinkly in spite of the noise level. I am grinding my teeth, which will lead to a headache. I must stop this and put on the practiced scowl.

There, that's better. Now make eye contact with a student and gaze coldly at him. Potter is this morning's recipient. Very, very good Severus. Now sip coffee and ignore the odd popping noises coming from the vicinity of Albus and Minerva. They don't know it, but they are next on my list.

Ahhhh, here she comes now and right on time too. So dependable that girl. I resist the urge to smile; after all I don't want anyone fainting. I want as many people as possible to see her humiliation. That's it, sit down now, all is well. Eat your breakfast, chat with your friends nothing but another ordinary day here at Hogwarts.

Oh goody, here comes the post. I am actually rubbing my hands together under the table. Pick up fork, Severus. Take bite of eggs, Severus. DO not stare at the owl that has just landed by her plate.

"Oh!" she squeaks in surprise as a popping noise echoes in the hall. I glance up at the noise, perfectly timed with the rest of the high table's occupants, and resist the urge to laugh.

Her mouth is hanging open, and her face is flushing as the leprechaun that is now standing in front of her bows deeply, straightens up and clears his throat. The silence from her table is almost deafening, but it is nothing compared to the song that the leprechaun is now warbling at the top of his wee voice.

The entire hall is silent now, and all eyes are fixed on the table that the leprechaun is singing on. I will not smile. I will not smile. I will not laugh at the horrified expression on her face. I will not laugh at the students that are climbing onto the tables to get a better view of the spectacle.

Oh, here it comes! I will not smile. I will not smile at her beet red face, at the giggles from the Slytherin table, or the Ravenclaw table or the Hufflepuff table or the Gryffindor table.

The note the little creature hit was so high that Minerva's glass has actually shattered! Scowl Severus, scowl.

She is trying to crawl under the table now. Trying to crawl away from the outstretched hands offering her a hideous bouquet of flowers as he continues his serenade. No no. No you don't. Well! Potter is actually helping me along here by restraining her from doing so.

Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful
And every day my life is filled with lovin' you

Most of the students at the Slytherin table are actually bent double in laughter. Malfoy is in a state of near collapse as tears stream down his cheeks. I don't think he understands the Muggle song, but I know he appreciates the humiliation that is now apparent on her face.

She has covered her face at these words and the implication of them. So she is a virgin, eh? Interesting. Brace yourself, Sev. Watch out for flying glass.

The glass in front of Poppy has shattered, and Albus is laughing along with the rest of the high table and student body. I think that I have actually out done the Weasley twins with this one, and permit myself a smirk as she runs from the hall and the laughter that surrounds us.

Yes. Revenge is a dish best tasted cold.