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“You Mister Severus ‘whatever your middle name is’ Snape, are hot,” She grinned as she reached into her purse, and pulled out a vial, “Sober up potion,” she took a drink, and smiled at him, “You know,” she leaned in, and whispered in his ear once again, “
"You, Mister Severus whatever-your-mid...dle..."
Hermione trailed off in mid-sentence as the potion took effect, then blushed a shade of scarlet a Mediterranean sunset would envy as the reality of what she had just said came crashing down on her. She chanced a look into Severus's eyes and immediately regretted it; running up against the force of his gaze was like bouncing off a concrete wall. She quickly peeled herself off of him and glanced down at the vial in her hand, which made it clear: she had grasped the wrong one.
That's the last time I carry that next to my Aphrodillusia, Hermione thought, turning away to face the wall. She groaned in frustration, then hurled the vial against the floor, where it shattered. She gained only momentary satisfaction from this act, however, as Severus's cold voice frosted over her fury at herself, chilling it to a block of ice in her gut.
"Only one person in this room, Miss Granger, is allowed to scatter broken glass upon its floor. I believe that person is me, and not you." He paused, and the only sound Hermione could hear in that space was her own rapid breathing. "But if you doubt my conclusion," he continued in a falsely kind tone, "I should be delighted to afford you a demonstration." The last word was a snarl that would have made a tiger think twice about going after whatever prey Severus might have been pursuing.
Hermione quickly weighed her chances against something Harry had once mentioned about a jar of cockroaches.
She fled.
(p.s. Fanon says "Tobias"; what are you, new? I personally find it too obvious to be satisfying, although it's probably what JKR thought, given how she dealt with other characters' middle names.)
“You Mister Severus ‘whatever your middle name is’ Snape, are hot,” She grinned as she reached into her purse, and pulled out a vial, “Sober up potion,” she took a drink, and smiled at him, “You know,” she leaned in, and whispered in his ear once again, “
"You, Mister Severus whatever-your-mid...dle..."
Hermione trailed off in mid-sentence as the potion took effect, then blushed a shade of scarlet a Mediterranean sunset would envy as the reality of what she had just said came crashing down on her. She chanced a look into Severus's eyes and immediately regretted it; running up against the force of his gaze was like bouncing off a concrete wall. She quickly peeled herself off of him and glanced down at the vial in her hand, which made it clear: she had grasped the wrong one.
That's the last time I carry that next to my Aphrodillusia, Hermione thought, turning away to face the wall. She groaned in frustration, then hurled the vial against the floor, where it shattered. She gained only momentary satisfaction from this act, however, as Severus's cold voice frosted over her fury at herself, chilling it to a block of ice in her gut.
"Only one person in this room, Miss Granger, is allowed to scatter broken glass upon its floor. I believe that person is me, and not you." He paused, and the only sound Hermione could hear in that space was her own rapid breathing. "But if you doubt my conclusion," he continued in a falsely kind tone, "I should be delighted to afford you a demonstration." The last word was a snarl that would have made a tiger think twice about going after whatever prey Severus might have been pursuing.
Hermione quickly weighed her chances against something Harry had once mentioned about a jar of cockroaches.
She fled.
(p.s. Fanon says "Tobias"; what are you, new? I personally find it too obvious to be satisfying, although it's probably what JKR thought, given how she dealt with other characters' middle names.)
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Date: February 27th, 2008 02:29 am (UTC)From:priceless.
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Date: February 27th, 2008 02:43 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: February 27th, 2008 02:48 am (UTC)From:your Hermione reminds me of my younger and less soberr self. :p
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Date: February 27th, 2008 07:41 am (UTC)From:On IJ I talked about what sounded nice to my ear, just in a fantasy sense, and went and looked some things up (Ambrose, Corwin, Eldon, Hadden, Harlan, Lyndon, Owen, Paxton) but they all sound kind of silly if I actually pronounce the whole name. "Severus Snape" is kind of complete unto itself, I think.
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Date: February 27th, 2008 12:19 pm (UTC)From:"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape!" repeat ad infinitum. need the mp3?
*ducks flying objects*
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Date: February 27th, 2008 07:49 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: February 27th, 2008 10:25 am (UTC)From:I like rm's theory that the wizarding world traditionally uses dad's first name as son's middle name, at least for first sons. I liked the idea of Eileen having gone for the traditional pureblood names despite having "married out"; it does give a lot more poignancy to the half-blood and Slytherin blood purity stuff, if you like it that way.
FOr sounds, it helps if the middle name is the same syllabic pattern as SEV-er-us and also three syllables, or two syllables with emphasis on the first. An 's' ending also helps. (For a bad example, Severus Albus Snape actually sounds pretty good as a phrase.
For ethnic derivation of a middle name, I like either more Latin or Old English, possibly with a side of IRish Catholic, although that's just my own interpretation of his family life leaking in there. FOr really silly Church Latin, Severus Sanctus Snape - or worse for gigglefits, Severus Canon Snape (and yes, that's a real Irish name). But Severus Brendan isn't bad either.
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