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anicega · 15 hours
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Becoming an animagus was the OG mewing.
Okay, now, hear me out-
We all remember that one of the steps of becoming an animagus is holding a Mandrake leaf in your mouth for a whole month. In order to do that properly, you most likely couldn't speak for a whole month.
Know where I'm going with this?
McGonagall: What were you 4 doing outside so late at night?
The Marauders: 🤫🧏
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severussnaperevived · 6 months
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Harry: runs into strange woman as she enters the great hall "I'm so sorry miss..."
Y/N: "Snape"
Harry: "no not possible, there is no way you are related to professor Snape"
Y/N: "I'm his wife"
Harry: "really I've never heard about you or seen you before"
Y/N: "I'm the head of aurors in America"
Harry: walks away muttering "she has to be under a love potion"
Y/N: sits next to Severus "can you believe those kids think you are using a love potion on me"
Severus: "love can you turn and pretend to talk to McGonagall I'll put there suspicions to ease"
Severus: pulls vile from pocket and pours it into her cup watching Ron, Hermione and harry watch in shock
Severus: "drink this love and let the fun begin"
Y/N: drinks it then looks up to see their horrified faces
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yearning4life · 3 months
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okay marauders hc that because sirius' middle name was “orion” and the boys didn't want to call him that every time they used a different silly middle name like imagine stuff like:
“sirius santa claus black why is there dirt in the carpet?”
or like
“sirius toaster black get back here and give me my shirt”
and slowly it'd get like a game and maybe the girls would get in on it too
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snowyslytherinowl · 8 months
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Locked in the Staffroom
PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader
SUMMARY: Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall know that Severus Snape and you have hidden feelings for each other. When Snape refuses to acknowledge that you truly reciprocate his feelings, they lock him in the staffroom to force him to finally ask you out.
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Excited whispers and giggles sound from inside the staffroom. Who in the wizarding world is giggling? Severus thinks before he pushes the door open. No wonder; it’s Dumbledore and Minerva. The two jump away from each other the second Severus walks in. Tea flies into Minerva’s hands, and Dumbledore stares dreamily out the window. 
“Good day, Severus. What brings you here?” Minerva asks after sipping her tea.
He ignores their question and sneers, “What were you two old bats whispering about?”
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle behind his half-moon spectacles. “In truth, Minerva and I were discussing what a lovely couple you and the charming History of Magic professor would make.” Minerva chokes on her tea, clearly unaware that Dumbledore planned to spill the details of their gossip talk. “We know of your deep, burning feelings for her and believe that it would be prudent to act on them.”
Blood rushes to Severus’s face. “I do not have feelings for her,” he spits. Even if he did, he thinks they would be neither deep nor burning. Sitting next to you at every meal, admiring your outfits and eyes, and dreaming of your every waking moment surely doesn’t constitute as that. 
Fine, perhaps he does fancy you just a little bit. 
“One may attempt to conceal their love, but love cannot be concealed in the way one gazes at their beloved,” Dumbledore says dreamily. 
“She looks at you the same way you look at her, lucky for you.” Minerva raises her eyebrows and throws him a knowing, smug smile. “If you weren’t always so engrossed in your work, you’d see it, too.”
Severus rolls his eyes. “I do not appreciate your meddling in my relationships with the other professors. Either way, you are becoming old and delusional.” The other two professors burst out laughing as Severus turns away and pours a cup of tea for himself. He makes a final comment as his back is turned, “Perhaps you bats need better spectacles or charms to improve your sanity.” 
Mere seconds after he takes his first sip, the staffroom door opens. Severus’s eyes shoot up to see who has entered into this embarrassing conversation, and it is none other than you. His gaze immediately lowers back to the tea, and his hair falls around his face to shield the fact that his face is turning an even brighter shade of red. You take note of the tense atmosphere and awkwardly greet, “Hi, everyone.”
Dumbledore and Minerva warmly greet you, while Severus nods in your direction. You blush at Severus’s albeit scarce attention and walk to stand by him at the drink table. 
“Look at the time. It appears that Minerva and I must depart for our daily bird watching. Hogsmeade residents have reported a sighting of the Fiery Frizzle, and it would be an absolute shame to miss witnessing the bird setting a cottage on fire,” Dumbledore declares. Minerva plays along and they stand up to leave the room.
“I didn’t know that you’re into bird watching,” you note as you pour milk into a coffee. 
“They aren’t,” Severus grunts with full knowledge of their true plan. They want to give you two some privacy so he can make some grand gesture demonstrating his love for you. Too bad for them; he plans to leave the staffroom soon after the older professors depart. Regardless of Severus’s comments, the two give him expectant glances before exiting. 
Silence engulfs the staffroom until you say, “I brought essays to grade. You can join me only if you want to, of course.” You smile shyly when he looks at you. 
“Unfortunately, I have duties to attend to,” Severus says and downs his remaining tea in one go despite how it burns his throat. With his hair covering his eyes, he glances at your dress one last time before heading for the door. It’s truly a shame that he doesn’t have more time (the courage, rather) to admire how it shows your curves in all the right places. 
Severus attempts to turn the door handle and discovers that it’s jammed. No matter the spell he casts and how many times he impatiently grunts “alohomora,” the door doesn’t budge. He notices that you’re looking at him, earning a nervous laugh from him. “The door refuses to open. Not surprising, considering I have been telling Dumbledore that it requires repair.”
“Really? I never had an issue with it. Do you need help?” you ask, but still walk over before he can respond. You cast several spells of your own, none of which work to open the door. Severus feels flustered, but whether it’s because of your closeness or his embarrassment at being unable to complete a simple task on his own, he doesn’t know. 
As you attempt to remove the door handle altogether, a realization hits Severus: the door won’t open unless he confesses his feelings or asks you out. His blood boils as he thinks about how that pair of old baboons are probably up in Dumbledore’s office at this very moment, giggling and kicking their feet with excitement like schoolchildren. He can’t wait to get out of here so he can storm into the office and hit them with every jinx and hex he can think of. 
But then again, neither of you can leave unless he makes a move. The staffroom is hardly the place for pouring his heart out or asking you out on a date. Severus supposes that inviting you to the Three Broomsticks is the best option since you might think he’s merely asking you as a friend. Though what is he supposed to do? Lean against the door and nonchalantly say, “Go to the Three Broomsticks with me?” Or magic a flower into existence and pop the question? Merlin, why does this feel more nerve-wracking than taking on a dragon or walking through the Forbidden Forest during a gloomy night? 
He’s snapped to attention when you say, “I don’t think this thing will budge.” 
“Yes, I believe so,” he mutters back. You’re looking up at him through your eyelashes. Ugh, this seems like the best time to ask you on a date. He crosses his arms against his chest, then uncrosses them because it makes him seem closed-off. Then they hang limply against his sides; no, that makes him look weak. Never mind any of this; just say something!
“Er, I want to… I was wondering if perhaps you, er,” he stammers and forces the rest out in a rushed sentence, “WouldliketogototheThreeBroomstickswithme?”
You scrunch your face together. “What?”
Why couldn’t you just hear him the first time? Do you wish to embarrass him? His eyes fix on a point on the ground to avoid the impending look of horror on your face as he clearly enunciates his next sentence. “Do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me this Saturday?”
With every ounce of his being, Severus forces himself to look at you. Disgust isn’t written on your face at all. Instead, you’re grinning widely, and your eyes are even brighter than usual. “Yes! Is six okay?”
The muscles of his mouth force his lips into a small smile. “Er, it is,” he replies without thinking if it does. Either way, he’d move around his entire schedule for a mere minute of your time. But then his heart sinks as he realizes that you’ve likely only agreed to accompany him to the Three Broomsticks as an outing between two friends. 
Severus is proven wrong once more when you lean up to him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek! Oh no, he must look like a bashful schoolboy due to his burning cheeks and widening grin. No matter any of that, though, because you kissed his cheek!
“I, er, I shall see you then,” he stammers. You smile and nod in agreement before he reaches for the door handle to leave before he bursts with giddiness. Lo and behold, the door finally opens. 
Unlike what Severus expected, Minerva and Dumbledore are standing at the end of the corridor. Good; he can murder them without having to walk too far! He rushes over to them and upon seeing him, their faces break out into vicious little smirks. 
“I have half a mind to turn you into mice and feed you to snakes!” Severus sneers. 
The two professors look at each other and laugh so hard that Minerva has to put a hand on Dumbledore’s arm to stable herself. “We see that you’ve taken our advice to heart,” Dumbledore says. “Did she agree to your invitation?”
“That is none of your business!” he spits. 
“It appears that she did agree, Albus!” Minerva exclaims. “You can thank us for that later. I rather think that Minerva would be a beautiful middle name for your future baby girl.” 
Severus’s eyes narrow and he advances on the two, but he merely gets close enough to scowl in their faces. “I rather think that name hideous!” he snaps and jerks back to leave the two where they are in the hall.  
But he’s halfway to the stairs when Dumbledore calls back, “Perhaps Albus would be a suitable middle name for a boy!” 
Severus doesn’t respond. Instead, he flicks his wand at a window, smashing it and sending glass flying everywhere. His cloak billows around him as he grumpily climbs the stairs and disappears from sight, but he can’t help but wonder what name would be regal enough for his future child. 
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Professor Mcgonagall was the biggest wolfstar shipper you'd ever seen. She'd give them detention, but she wouldn't turn up. So it's just the two of them.
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stormygrievances · 2 months
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Sirius: *wears a shirt that says ‘dudes like dick’*
McGonagall: Sirius, you can’t wear that.
Sirius: Why not? You told us to follow our dreams.
James: He’s got you there Minnie.
McGonagall: Ten points from Gryffindor. Go change, Mr. Black.
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ari-leah-arts · 1 year
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The last thing Minerva ever said to him….
If you’re wondering why Snape looks so stiff, it’s called rigor mortis.
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worldofwolfstar · 4 months
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McGonagall: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!
James: It's kind of complicated, but Sirius-
McGonagall: Got it. Forget I asked.
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that-bitch-kat3 · 8 months
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remus defending himself to mcgonagall: i said no to drugs but they wouldn’t listen
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thedevilsfamiliar · 7 months
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I hate ai as much as the next person, but this? This is hilarious. I’m in tears. We do not speak of that one scene.
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adharastarlight · 1 year
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Sirius, jumping onto a chair: ew! someone kill it!!!
Mcgonagall: Sirius you cannot do that every time Severus walks in.
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the-original-gays · 1 month
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James Potter was horrible at lying and fully aware of it. His method for getting out of trouble when teachers caught him breaking the rules was to talk as fast as he could, for as long as he could, until eventually the teachers let him go just to shut him up. It worked surprisingly well.
The only teacher not to fall for it was professor McGonagall, of course.
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jurassicliz · 2 months
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No one told me Poseidon was Maggie Smith’s son!
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severussnaperevived · 4 months
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McGonagall: "so what does everyone have planned for the weekend?"
Snape: "I said I would help Y/N with some student grading"
McGonagall: "you should take her out"
Y/N: "Yea let make babies"
Snape spits out his tea over the table
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aishahphead · 2 months
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PoA Christmas
Dumbledore wearing a witch's hat with a stuffed vulture caused Severus discomfort due to the haunting memory of the boggart.
I really love how harry recalled this scene in DH..
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seaweedbrainz626 · 2 months
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I JUST FOUND OUT RECENTLY THAT THE ACTOR OF POSEIDON IN THE PJO SERIES IS THE SON OF PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL 🫢🫢
🫶
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