Another Postcard Chapter 3
Snape watched the owl swoop overhead at breakfast and he shook his head. It neared the staff table and Severus wasn’t surprised when it dropped a postcard in front of him.
“What’s this one, Severus?” Flitwick asked as Severus reached for it.
Snape turned it over and chuckled in spite of himself. He quickly looked around to see if any students had noticed his lapse in self control. No one had.
Snape passed the card to Flitwick and the little man dissolved into giggles and proceeded to pass it along the staff table.
It was nowhere near Halloween, but his stalker had managed to find a chimp dressed as a mad scientist, bubbling beakers surrounding him and a scowl plastered across his face.
“Extraordinary likeness,” said Professor Sprout much further along the table. He tried to scowl at her but she ducked behind Professor McGonagall who seemed to think Sprout’s comment was highly amusing. At least that’s what Snape deduced from watching her throw her head back and cackling loudly.
“Any idea yet?” asked Flitwick.
His eyes were twinkling. Perhaps he knew something. Snape was not going to give him the satisfaction of asking.
“Someone with money to burn and a strange sense of humor,” Snape said.
“Made you laugh,” said Professor Sinistra, who had arrived and had taken the seat on his other side. “Saw it as I came in.”
She poured herself a goblet of pumpkin juice and filled her plate as the card came back. Snape held it up for her to see as she took a sip from her goblet. She snorted pumpkin juice out her nose.
“Really, Severus,” said Flitwick as he leapt up to pound Sinistra on the back.
Snape wiped the pumpkin juice off his card and slid into an inside pocket of his robes. What an amusing start to his day.
As Snape suspected, Flitwick soon started a betting pool as to who it was sending the postcards. Dumbledore even put down a galleon on Colin Creevy.
“But he was still here when they started coming,” Flitwick had protested.
“Perhaps he got someone else to send them,” said Dumbledore. “We are betting on who is responsible, not the actual sender.”
That had opened a can of worms, some professors betting on combinations of students.
“Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, and Ginny Weasley,” Professor Sprout had declared to Flitwick as she handed him a galleon.
“Just those three?” Flitwick had asked.
“Percy would never,” Sprout had declared. “Ron wouldn’t think of it and the world would know if the twins were in on it.”
Flitwick had finally relented and taken her galleon.
“What are the chances?” Snape had asked him after she had toddled off.
“Pretty slim,” Flitwick said as he opened a purple velvet pouch and dropped the galleon in. It made a loud clinking sound. Snape wondered how much was in there. “Ginny maybe, but the others are a bit too old for this.”
Snape had sniffed and marched down to his office in the dungeons.
The mad scientist found a home near the chimp in a tuxedo and Severus surveyed his office. How much more room was he going to have to make? It certainly looked strange with a splash of vivid color on one wall. Perhaps he would get a plant.
He yanked his heavy curtains and choked on the billow of dust that flew in his face. Didn’t the house elves ever get down here?
“Scourgefy,” said Severus pointing his wand at the filthy curtains. Once that was done he did the window.
Perhaps the office could use an airing. He threw the window open and turned to look at the room. How did it manage to get that dirty? Now that light was spilling in Severus noticed a dull look on most of the surfaces. The cleaning had taken most of the afternoon. The floor covering had been thrown away and the elves had found him an oriental rug somewhere. He hoped Dumbledore wouldn’t find a bare floor when he retreated to his office later in the evening. He tried to remember the floor coverings of all the staff members. Well, perhaps he wouldn’t mind if it came from Trelawney’s belongings.
Sprout had a small fluxweed cutting she was willing to give up. It blossomed small flowers that were such a dusty purple they were almost grey. That was quite enough color to balance the room.
He stood back and admired his work. He frowned for a moment at his frivolity, but came to the decision that his office would be more comfortable to work longer hours in.
Of course, the transformation was not about the postcards. It was just a natural evolution of his surroundings to maximize his productivity.