Happy Birthday, Milotzi!
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kelly_chamblissHappy Birthday to you, dear milotzi!
Your friends from Hogwarts and Hogsmeade and NYC send you all best wishes.
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"Guess who I saw coming out of Sutemeny's Bakery? Carrying a cake box?" asked Rolanda Hooch. "Go on, guess. You'll never."
"Someone unexpected, then," said Pomona Sprout. She and Madam Hooch were walking back to Hogwarts after a Saturday spent supervising students in Hogsmeade. "Celestina Warbeck?"
"Now why would Celestina Warbeck be at a bakery in Hogsmeade? No, of course not. Oh, you'll never guess, Pomona. It was Severus Snape. With a cake box. A deluxe cake box," Hooch added significantly. "You know, the kind that holds those four-layer specials Sutemeny's is famous for."
"Severus? Really? I don't recall him having much of a sweet tooth. It must be for someone's birthday."
Hooch snorted. "As if Severus 'Curmudgeon' Snape would ever buy anyone a birthday cake. Besides, whose birthday would it be? Minerva's was two weeks ago, and I can't think of anyone else who has one this month."
Pomona burst out laughing. "This may come as a shock to you, Ro, but it's very possible Severus Snape has friends that you don't actually know."
"Oh, please," said Hooch, rolling her eyes. "I mean, I'm glad the man survived the war and everything, but he's just as surly as ever. I don't think he even wants friends."
"Well, however he behaves, it doesn't seem to hurt him with customers. Aberforth says Severus's new apothecary shop is a roaring success."
"Good on Snape, then. Better for him than teaching. I wish him all success." Hooch grinned. "Hell, if he wants a four-layer cake all to himself, more power to him. He can always brew a potion to deal with the sugar overload."
"You do realise, Ro, that now you've got me wanting cake," said Pomona, quickening her steps. "Hurry up; I want to get home. I think there's Victoria sponge for pudding."
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In his compact kitchen behind the apothecary, Severus Snape pointed his wand at the countertop. Two flutes of champagne rose into the air along with two plates bearing slices of almond crème cake with raspberries. They followed him through the sitting room and into the small bedroom.
"Here are all the required birthday accoutrements," he said to the woman who lay curled under his duvet. "I trust you don't expect me to sing."
"Heaven forbid." Smiling, Minerva McGonagall sat up, her bare shoulders golden in the firelight. "Sutemeny's almond cake," she said appreciatively, as her plate floated to her hand. "I had no idea I was in for such a treat."
"With raspberries," said Severus, popping one into her mouth. He shrugged out of his dressing gown and got into the bed beside her. "And champagne," he continued, lifting his glass in her direction.
Minerva leant against him and touched her flute to his. The champagne was cold and fizzy and delicious.
"See?" Severus murmured after a moment, kissing her shoulder. "I told you it would be better if we waited a few weeks to celebrate. Far better than that cacophony of a party Filius threw for you in the staff room."
"Mmm, yes," she replied. "It would have quite awkward if we'd taken off our clothes in the staff room."
Severus gave a huff of amusement. "That gossip of a Rolanda Hooch saw me coming out of Sutemeny's with the cake," he said, after he'd kissed his way to Minerva's ear. "I hope she doesn't start spreading rumours that I give parties or any such rot."
"Oh, she'll probably just tell people that you're a desperate, lonely glutton," Minerva laughed. "Much better for your reputation."
"Quite," agreed Severus. "Now have you finished gorging yourself on sugar and drink? Because I have plans for other things to eat."
He wafted their plates and glasses to the bureau and drew his fingers along her cheek.
"Happy birthday, Minerva."
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And Milozi!
milotzi!Your friends from Hogwarts and Hogsmeade and NYC send you all best wishes.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Guess who I saw coming out of Sutemeny's Bakery? Carrying a cake box?" asked Rolanda Hooch. "Go on, guess. You'll never."
"Someone unexpected, then," said Pomona Sprout. She and Madam Hooch were walking back to Hogwarts after a Saturday spent supervising students in Hogsmeade. "Celestina Warbeck?"
"Now why would Celestina Warbeck be at a bakery in Hogsmeade? No, of course not. Oh, you'll never guess, Pomona. It was Severus Snape. With a cake box. A deluxe cake box," Hooch added significantly. "You know, the kind that holds those four-layer specials Sutemeny's is famous for."
"Severus? Really? I don't recall him having much of a sweet tooth. It must be for someone's birthday."
Hooch snorted. "As if Severus 'Curmudgeon' Snape would ever buy anyone a birthday cake. Besides, whose birthday would it be? Minerva's was two weeks ago, and I can't think of anyone else who has one this month."
Pomona burst out laughing. "This may come as a shock to you, Ro, but it's very possible Severus Snape has friends that you don't actually know."
"Oh, please," said Hooch, rolling her eyes. "I mean, I'm glad the man survived the war and everything, but he's just as surly as ever. I don't think he even wants friends."
"Well, however he behaves, it doesn't seem to hurt him with customers. Aberforth says Severus's new apothecary shop is a roaring success."
"Good on Snape, then. Better for him than teaching. I wish him all success." Hooch grinned. "Hell, if he wants a four-layer cake all to himself, more power to him. He can always brew a potion to deal with the sugar overload."
"You do realise, Ro, that now you've got me wanting cake," said Pomona, quickening her steps. "Hurry up; I want to get home. I think there's Victoria sponge for pudding."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In his compact kitchen behind the apothecary, Severus Snape pointed his wand at the countertop. Two flutes of champagne rose into the air along with two plates bearing slices of almond crème cake with raspberries. They followed him through the sitting room and into the small bedroom.
"Here are all the required birthday accoutrements," he said to the woman who lay curled under his duvet. "I trust you don't expect me to sing."
"Heaven forbid." Smiling, Minerva McGonagall sat up, her bare shoulders golden in the firelight. "Sutemeny's almond cake," she said appreciatively, as her plate floated to her hand. "I had no idea I was in for such a treat."
"With raspberries," said Severus, popping one into her mouth. He shrugged out of his dressing gown and got into the bed beside her. "And champagne," he continued, lifting his glass in her direction.
Minerva leant against him and touched her flute to his. The champagne was cold and fizzy and delicious.
"See?" Severus murmured after a moment, kissing her shoulder. "I told you it would be better if we waited a few weeks to celebrate. Far better than that cacophony of a party Filius threw for you in the staff room."
"Mmm, yes," she replied. "It would have quite awkward if we'd taken off our clothes in the staff room."
Severus gave a huff of amusement. "That gossip of a Rolanda Hooch saw me coming out of Sutemeny's with the cake," he said, after he'd kissed his way to Minerva's ear. "I hope she doesn't start spreading rumours that I give parties or any such rot."
"Oh, she'll probably just tell people that you're a desperate, lonely glutton," Minerva laughed. "Much better for your reputation."
"Quite," agreed Severus. "Now have you finished gorging yourself on sugar and drink? Because I have plans for other things to eat."
He wafted their plates and glasses to the bureau and drew his fingers along her cheek.
"Happy birthday, Minerva."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
And Milozi!
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