Disclaimer: These things are so dumb. This is not meant to infringe on rights held by Mrs. Rowling or Warner Brothers. That's it…no Mary Sues in this one either.

Reunion

Well, who doesn't love a good committee meeting?

Snape didn't ooze menace, he'd finished with that. What he was going for , was a tastefully thin veneer of distain. What cretin decided on this seating arrangement anyway? Alumni…staff… alumni… staff.

Oh, Albus…right.

He could just tolerate sitting next to Hermione, and her husband Ron. As adults, they still managed to show him some cautious respect. But good gawd, what was he to do with that runny-nosed gibbon of a Potter, who despite Ginny's best efforts (and elbow), was continuing to fidget, and grin at him as though waiting for him to throw the stick.

And oh yes, of course, there had to be long-winded Ministry officials present, reminding everyone that if it wasn't for their efforts, there wouldn't be an Alumni Reunion.

Snape shifted a little; bits were going numb… that's all right, he didn't want children anyway.

The gibbon was nudging him under the table. When he turned his head, Harry grabbed his hand.

I will kill you. No, first I will give you a withering look, slap your hand away, tell you I'm not that kind of girl…

…and then, I will kill you.

Harry pushed his thumb against Snapes , and grinned.

Thumb wrestling? Really?

Ginny looked horrified. Hermione looked horrified. Ron wished he was on the other side of Hermione.

Harry took best two out of three, and mouthed 'Ah, ha'.

"Shut up!" Snape growled.

The speaker fell silent, and stared.

Snape patted the breast pocket of his robe.

"Cell phone…sorry."

Back to the numbing.

Ron leaned over to Hermione. "Any iced tea in that bag?"

Hermione had a rummage in her bottomless bag, and handed it to him.

Harry waved at her, and mouthed "Gum?"

She rummaged again. Snape waved the offer away… she handed it to Harry.

Snape lifted himself a little from his chair, and tried to stretch his long legs. Bits were going numb that he didn't know he had. He paused, then leaned over sideways to Hermione.

"Columbian prostitute?"

Hermione stifled a laugh, and started to rummage.