Severus Snape had not been in a good mood, to say the least,
and when he had found Longbottom in his dungeon, messing with his
potions ingredients to make a highly illegal potion, it had made his
day. Except that that bungler had messed up once again, and put the
Potions Master right back into a foul temper.
It didn't help to finally fall out of the inky darkness that
had held him captive for who knows how long and crash into someone.
Probably muggles. He scowled as he disentangled himself from the
pile and stood to his full height.
"Potter," he hissed, recognizing the unruly black hair, "And
Weasley, what a surprise." His tone indicated that it was anything
"Who the zed are you?" An angry woman's voice rang out from
somewhere in the vicinity behind him.
He whirled around, reaching into his pocket for his wand.
Unfortunately, it wasn't there, and he had to somehow come up with
an answer for this muggle wearing even stranger clothes than he'd
ever seen a muggle wear.
"It's okay, Lestrade," Potter interrupted, "he's an
instructor at our school."
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