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averygoodun42I think I may be a genius.
I have managed to trap myself into the computer room for 2-4 hours while the leveling compound on the basement floor dries. DH is upstairs with Babe. There is absolutely nothing I can do to help him out.
Hee hee hee.
It was an accident (at first). Really, it was. I had every intention of helping him out with the rest of the room. I just happened to be in the wrong place when the first bucket was poured. I could have got out then, but then there would have been unreachable areas, where the leveler wouldn't have reached. Shucks.
However, I think it's probably a fair deal. After all, I was the one who swept and scrubbed the floor (three hours of scrubbing, hands and knees). We probably have an equal amount of physical exertion at this point.
So now all I can do is wait for the floor to dry. I don't know what I'll do...
Snape's Journal
Feb. 23, 1998
Well, that was uncomfortable.
Lucius showed up at my door this morning bemoaning the fact that wizarding society is still shunning him, him, of all people, and after all the money he'd donated, and all the good deeds he'd done. It was very difficult not to laugh in his face. I was sorely tempted to point out that previous good deeds are often disregarded if one is proven to be a psychopathic murderer, or even just a follower of one. He might have become a tad tetchy at that.
So anyway, I listened to him whine about his new status as social scum for half an hour. I was just about to break out my whiskey when I noticed the time; I was going to be late for Miss Granger's detention. Unfortunately, Lucius does not take hints unless you're predisposed to torturing him. I never did get into that happy habit, unfortunately. Respect for your elders and all that rot.
It's also possible he may have been trying to piss me off. It is Lucius, afterall....
I left for my classroom, offering the excuse (true, this time) of having a detention to oversee, but he followed me! When I reached the classroom, Miss Granger hadn't arrived yet, which was a small mercy, but just as I was on the verge of convincing Lucius to go try talking to Draco she arrived and all thoughts of leaving left his mind.
I don't know who was more nervous, Miss Granger or myself, at the attention Lucius was paying her. He chatted her up about how hard it was being a widower, how much he missed his beloved wife, and all that rot. I would have appreciated Albus' presence, but I didn't dare leave him alone with Miss Granger, and it would have seemed a bit odd for me to only give a fifteen minute punishment.
Lucius may not have money or influence right now, but it still isn't wise to piss him off. The majority of his connections were not in the government, and I doubt many of them were dispatched (or even discovered) during the war.
The only thing I could do was stand by and make sure he didn't touch her. Not that I have to justify myself, or anything.
Now that I think about it, I could have messaged him fairly indiscreetly, couldn't I? Oh well. Next time.
So there we all were in my classroom. I watched Lucius as he watched Miss Granger, who was scrubbing cauldrons, while she tried to ignore the both of us. In a way it was reassuring to see her discomfited by Lucius' presence: it means she hasn't lost all her self-preservation instincts.
I tried to get information out of Lucius about the progress of his reintroduction into society (i.e.: the bill), but he was very closed mouthed about it. But whenever I brought it up, he would let his eyes wander over to Hermione. And lick his lips.
I have never wanted to punch someone so badly before. Not even Potter. (I'd still happily hex Potter to the moon and back, but physical contact?)
It was a very long hour, and I have never been so grateful to see a student leave early. But maybe it was worth the discomfort. Maybe Miss Granger will see the need to snap out of her self-pity and get to work on researching a way to stop this infernal bill from becoming law.
I have managed to trap myself into the computer room for 2-4 hours while the leveling compound on the basement floor dries. DH is upstairs with Babe. There is absolutely nothing I can do to help him out.
Hee hee hee.
It was an accident (at first). Really, it was. I had every intention of helping him out with the rest of the room. I just happened to be in the wrong place when the first bucket was poured. I could have got out then, but then there would have been unreachable areas, where the leveler wouldn't have reached. Shucks.
However, I think it's probably a fair deal. After all, I was the one who swept and scrubbed the floor (three hours of scrubbing, hands and knees). We probably have an equal amount of physical exertion at this point.
So now all I can do is wait for the floor to dry. I don't know what I'll do...
Snape's Journal
Feb. 23, 1998
Well, that was uncomfortable.
Lucius showed up at my door this morning bemoaning the fact that wizarding society is still shunning him, him, of all people, and after all the money he'd donated, and all the good deeds he'd done. It was very difficult not to laugh in his face. I was sorely tempted to point out that previous good deeds are often disregarded if one is proven to be a psychopathic murderer, or even just a follower of one. He might have become a tad tetchy at that.
So anyway, I listened to him whine about his new status as social scum for half an hour. I was just about to break out my whiskey when I noticed the time; I was going to be late for Miss Granger's detention. Unfortunately, Lucius does not take hints unless you're predisposed to torturing him. I never did get into that happy habit, unfortunately. Respect for your elders and all that rot.
It's also possible he may have been trying to piss me off. It is Lucius, afterall....
I left for my classroom, offering the excuse (true, this time) of having a detention to oversee, but he followed me! When I reached the classroom, Miss Granger hadn't arrived yet, which was a small mercy, but just as I was on the verge of convincing Lucius to go try talking to Draco she arrived and all thoughts of leaving left his mind.
I don't know who was more nervous, Miss Granger or myself, at the attention Lucius was paying her. He chatted her up about how hard it was being a widower, how much he missed his beloved wife, and all that rot. I would have appreciated Albus' presence, but I didn't dare leave him alone with Miss Granger, and it would have seemed a bit odd for me to only give a fifteen minute punishment.
Lucius may not have money or influence right now, but it still isn't wise to piss him off. The majority of his connections were not in the government, and I doubt many of them were dispatched (or even discovered) during the war.
The only thing I could do was stand by and make sure he didn't touch her. Not that I have to justify myself, or anything.
Now that I think about it, I could have messaged him fairly indiscreetly, couldn't I? Oh well. Next time.
So there we all were in my classroom. I watched Lucius as he watched Miss Granger, who was scrubbing cauldrons, while she tried to ignore the both of us. In a way it was reassuring to see her discomfited by Lucius' presence: it means she hasn't lost all her self-preservation instincts.
I tried to get information out of Lucius about the progress of his reintroduction into society (i.e.: the bill), but he was very closed mouthed about it. But whenever I brought it up, he would let his eyes wander over to Hermione. And lick his lips.
I have never wanted to punch someone so badly before. Not even Potter. (I'd still happily hex Potter to the moon and back, but physical contact?)
It was a very long hour, and I have never been so grateful to see a student leave early. But maybe it was worth the discomfort. Maybe Miss Granger will see the need to snap out of her self-pity and get to work on researching a way to stop this infernal bill from becoming law.
