Another Postcard Chapter 4
Snape sat at the staff table enjoying his breakfast peacefully during the winter holidays when a lone owl swooped through the empty Great Hall and dropped a package in front of him.
There was no one here now to see him reach for it immediately. He ripped the envelope open and froze as he pulled out the contents.
It was a back of a postcard. There was writing on it. There never had been before. Well, not writing really, typing to be exact, but there it was:
Happy Holidays, You Arrogant Bastard
Snape laughed madly. Whoever this was, it certainly was no lovesick bubble-head. It was most defiantly one of his former students. He was glad most of the students stuck at the school over the holidays slept in until lunch so he had no witnesses.
“Something amusing, Severus?”
Snape jumped so abruptly he upset his goblet. Dumbledore swished his wand and the mess was cleared.
“I hate it when you do that,” muttered Snape as Dumbledore sat beside him.
“I will try to be noisy next time,” said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. “But you were laughing quite loudly.”
Snape handed Dumbledore the postcard.
“Muggle art, isn’t it?” Dumbledore asked.
Snape frowned and looked over. The picture of a chimp in a muggle car was waving at him. It said ‘Mustang’ in swirly letters at the bottom.
“The other side,” said Severus.
Dumbledore flipped the card over and adjusted his glasses on the end of his nose.
“Well, it’s always nice to be remembered by former students during the holidays,” said Dumbledore, smiling slightly as he handed it back to Snape.
Snape chanced it and opened the package without putting it through his usual anti-jinx checks.
“What is it?” Dumbledore asked curiously.
“I’m not sure,” said Snape pulling a black padded pouch out of the box. It was long and thin with a grey drawstring protruding from one end. The pouch seemed empty.
“I believe it is a case for your wand,” Dumbledore said.
“Whatever would I need a case for?” Snape asked, confused.
“Somewhere to put it when you sleep,” Dumbledore said as he poured himself a goblet of pumpkin juice.
“When I sleep?” Snape frowned and looked inside it again.
“Where do you keep your wand when you sleep?” Dumbledore asked as he served himself flapjacks.
“In my pocket,” sniffed Snape. What a silly gift.
“The pocket of your pajamas,” Dumbledore said levelly.
“Of course,” said Snape, annoyed.
“I think you might want to talk to Moody about one of his more unconventional injuries,” said Dumbledore.
Snape sniffed and placed the wand cozy back in the box from whence it came.
Ridiculous girl, whoever she was.