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magnacarta) wrote2009-04-01 07:36 pm
magnacarta) wrote2009-04-01 07:36 pm
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FIC & ART: Chance Encounter
Title: Chance Encounter
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yue_ix
Author:cabayuki
Characters: Gaius, Severus Snape (YES! YOU READ THAT RIGHT!)
Rating: G
Summary: Summary: Snape's encounter with Gaius.
Warning: Merlin & Harry Potter Crossover, crack and CRACK! It is done for April Fools after all.
At fifteen of age, Severus Snape was not one to be impressed easily. Like most teenagers, this one's dark predispositions and cynicism over the world made it almost impossible for him to contort his face into a glassy look of awe. Nevertheless, Severus Snape was pretty sure this was the look he had on his face at the moment.
The guy in front of him was about his age, and would have had the average boy-next-door look except for two things.
First of all, he had the worst haircut ever sported by mankind. The hair was in a discolored brown, and the way it fell on his shoulder suggested that this person might have tried ironing his mob of lifeless flat mess into submission.
The other thing that distinguished him from the rest of the crowd was the eyebrow. It was truly spectacular, having crawled up his forehead like a particularly ugly caterpillar.
Having realized he hasn't said anything yet, Snape cleared his throat, got rid of that ridiculous expression on his face, and managed an approximation of a frown.
"Yes? What do you want?"
The stranger was still looking at him with his asymmetrical eyebrows.
"You're the one that ran face first into my chest." And still, the eyebrow was hanging up on his forehead. Severus had a vague memory of that time his mother told him to stop crossing his eyes or they'd get stuck that way. He was thinking this guy's eyebrow suffered that unfortunate fate.
Also, unfortunately, the stranger was right. He did ran into that guy's chest. He got engrossed on his book, and hasn't been paying attention to where he was going. After all, he only cared that he was actually on the right road to get home.
"My cranium impacted on your person. Anything else you feel the need to point out?"
The unsettling look changed imperceptibly. A small smirk appeared on that improbable face, making it even more lopsided.
"Do you suppose your big vocabulary would impress me?"
Irritated, Snape snapped back.
"Well? I am late already. If you've got nothing else to say, I will be on my way."
And that's when the eyebrow began its long descent to its rightful place right next to its homologue.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" Snape couldn't decide if the stare was more piercing or less so when the atrocious lines of hair were on the same level with each other. This strange guy was making him loose his cool, and it was frankly unpleasant.
With his best scowl, he answered: "I don't apologize. It was perhaps a mistake to read while walking on the street, but you didn't get out of my way either when you saw my imminent collision with your chest."
The other teen seized him coldly.
"Then I won't apologize for saying you're a greasier git than I first thought," the guy said with an insufferable smirk.
Snape couldn't let it go. "You're one to talk. You look like my aunt... in drag. Have you seen your hair in a mirror recently?" It was vaguely satisfying to let his mouth kick this guy's self esteem. Only, the stranger didn't seem fazed.
"Who said anything about hair? I was merely stating the fact that you were projecting an air of oily complacency." At the end of that sentence, both the corner of the guy's mouth and his right eyebrow made a jump for freedom.
The silence following that didn't last more than two seconds before being broken by a truly terrifying laughter, not that Snape would ever admit that last bit. The stranger was now holding his sides, and shaking from every bit of his body trying to rein in his merriment.
Still trying to catch his breath, the other teen opened his mouth to say something, but clearly thought better of it.
Snape wasn't very patient on the best of days, and today he was running late. His father won't take that kindly.
"It was nice talking non-sense with you. I have to go now. May we never cross path again."
Snape started walking away when a voice stopped him.
"Wait! What's your name?" There was obvious curiosity in the guy's voice.
"Severus Snape." Snape won't say it was a pleasure to meet him, because it clearly wasn't.
"Severus. My name's Gaius. Clearly, our parents were way too fond of the Romans." Gaius paused, and made his eyebrow do some more gymnastics before going on.
"Oh, so you won't accept an invitation for tea?"
Snape couldn't say if Gaius was serious. Deciding that the question was asked purely to mock him, Snape decided not to bother answering. He walked on. And if his cloak billowed even more than usual as he did so, well, he truly wasn't all that impressed with Gaius' genetically modified eyebrow after all.
And if in his later years, he acquired the talent to raise his eyebrow in a terrifying way, he credited it to his inner talent to scare anyone and everyone, and certainly not to a verbose monkey he only ever met for two minutes of his life.
THE END OH MY FUCKING GOD!
Artist:
yue_ixAuthor:
cabayukiCharacters: Gaius, Severus Snape (YES! YOU READ THAT RIGHT!)
Rating: G
Summary: Summary: Snape's encounter with Gaius.
Warning: Merlin & Harry Potter Crossover, crack and CRACK! It is done for April Fools after all.
At fifteen of age, Severus Snape was not one to be impressed easily. Like most teenagers, this one's dark predispositions and cynicism over the world made it almost impossible for him to contort his face into a glassy look of awe. Nevertheless, Severus Snape was pretty sure this was the look he had on his face at the moment.
The guy in front of him was about his age, and would have had the average boy-next-door look except for two things.
First of all, he had the worst haircut ever sported by mankind. The hair was in a discolored brown, and the way it fell on his shoulder suggested that this person might have tried ironing his mob of lifeless flat mess into submission.
The other thing that distinguished him from the rest of the crowd was the eyebrow. It was truly spectacular, having crawled up his forehead like a particularly ugly caterpillar.
Having realized he hasn't said anything yet, Snape cleared his throat, got rid of that ridiculous expression on his face, and managed an approximation of a frown.
"Yes? What do you want?"
The stranger was still looking at him with his asymmetrical eyebrows.
"You're the one that ran face first into my chest." And still, the eyebrow was hanging up on his forehead. Severus had a vague memory of that time his mother told him to stop crossing his eyes or they'd get stuck that way. He was thinking this guy's eyebrow suffered that unfortunate fate.
Also, unfortunately, the stranger was right. He did ran into that guy's chest. He got engrossed on his book, and hasn't been paying attention to where he was going. After all, he only cared that he was actually on the right road to get home.
"My cranium impacted on your person. Anything else you feel the need to point out?"
The unsettling look changed imperceptibly. A small smirk appeared on that improbable face, making it even more lopsided.
"Do you suppose your big vocabulary would impress me?"
Irritated, Snape snapped back.
"Well? I am late already. If you've got nothing else to say, I will be on my way."
And that's when the eyebrow began its long descent to its rightful place right next to its homologue.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" Snape couldn't decide if the stare was more piercing or less so when the atrocious lines of hair were on the same level with each other. This strange guy was making him loose his cool, and it was frankly unpleasant.
With his best scowl, he answered: "I don't apologize. It was perhaps a mistake to read while walking on the street, but you didn't get out of my way either when you saw my imminent collision with your chest."
The other teen seized him coldly.
"Then I won't apologize for saying you're a greasier git than I first thought," the guy said with an insufferable smirk.
Snape couldn't let it go. "You're one to talk. You look like my aunt... in drag. Have you seen your hair in a mirror recently?" It was vaguely satisfying to let his mouth kick this guy's self esteem. Only, the stranger didn't seem fazed.
"Who said anything about hair? I was merely stating the fact that you were projecting an air of oily complacency." At the end of that sentence, both the corner of the guy's mouth and his right eyebrow made a jump for freedom.
The silence following that didn't last more than two seconds before being broken by a truly terrifying laughter, not that Snape would ever admit that last bit. The stranger was now holding his sides, and shaking from every bit of his body trying to rein in his merriment.
Still trying to catch his breath, the other teen opened his mouth to say something, but clearly thought better of it.
Snape wasn't very patient on the best of days, and today he was running late. His father won't take that kindly.
"It was nice talking non-sense with you. I have to go now. May we never cross path again."
Snape started walking away when a voice stopped him.
"Wait! What's your name?" There was obvious curiosity in the guy's voice.
"Severus Snape." Snape won't say it was a pleasure to meet him, because it clearly wasn't.
"Severus. My name's Gaius. Clearly, our parents were way too fond of the Romans." Gaius paused, and made his eyebrow do some more gymnastics before going on.
"Oh, so you won't accept an invitation for tea?"
Snape couldn't say if Gaius was serious. Deciding that the question was asked purely to mock him, Snape decided not to bother answering. He walked on. And if his cloak billowed even more than usual as he did so, well, he truly wasn't all that impressed with Gaius' genetically modified eyebrow after all.
And if in his later years, he acquired the talent to raise his eyebrow in a terrifying way, he credited it to his inner talent to scare anyone and everyone, and certainly not to a verbose monkey he only ever met for two minutes of his life.
THE END OH MY FUCKING GOD!